“You’d better not,” I hiss. I still don’t let him live that hickey down. Oh, he still gives them to me, just not in places that are so noticeable.

“You tempt me, sweetness.”

“Then make sure you save lots of room for dessert.” I turn in his arms.

“I’ve always got room for dessert when it comes to you.” He kisses me. Both the girls groan and call us gross. The doorbell goes off, interrupting us. Our family is already arriving. No one is ever late around here. If anything, we’re early and stay late. I love it. I also love that this family keeps getting bigger and bigger. “If you think I’m waiting until tonight to have you again, you’ve lost your mind.”

“Chase,” I warn.

“I’ll have a little taste later. No one will have to know. It’ll be our little secret.” He smirks.

Yes, our sweetest secret. One of many.

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Their Snowy Night

Law enforcement has never really been my cup of tea—especially since I hacked the FBI when I was only a teenager. That all changes the moment I see Marley. She’s the deputy in the small snowy town I just moved to, and I can’t get enough of her. So much so that I lure her out to my place every chance I get.

This time though I do it ahead of a monster snowstorm. In a very mysterious and has-nothing-to-do-with-me turn of events, her tires end up slashed, so now she has to ride out the storm in my warm, cozy house. I have all her favorite things, and I intend to tempt her right into my bed. But when she finds out the lengths I’ve gone to just to get her in my grasp, will she decide I deserve coal in my stocking instead of the gift of her love?

Chapter 1

Saint

A smirk pulls at my lips when I read the weather report. A terrible plan is starting to form in my mind. One that involves an adorably tiny town deputy.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Mick asks, sounding confused by his own question. “Are you smiling?”

“Fuck off.” I click out of the weather report giving my attention back to Trudy and Mick on my computer screen. “Finish with your updates.” I lean back in my chair, my thoughts already drifting back to Deputy Hudson, my plan rapidly growing by the second.

“We did.” They both speak at the same time.