You may need it."
Julia swallowed nervously. She didn't like the sound of his voice. She had always thought him a handsome man, and he looked nice in his uniform. But she'd never liked the way he looked at her, as if he were all the time undressing her.
"I don't think we have time to drink, Sheriff," she protested.
"Call me Henry," he said. "I think we're going to get to know one another."
He kicked the door shut behind him and put his arms around her waist.
She struggled as he drew her close. He could smell her sweet perfume and he felt his cock growing stiff.
"Let me go," she said.
"Cut the shit, Julia," he said. "I know about Dan Jacobs. I know what kind of operation he had going."
Julia turned white and she quit struggling. He bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips.
He released her. "Fix us that drink," he said.
Julia's heart was hammering as she went into the living room. Her hands trembled as she filled a glass with ice and poured in a jigger of Scotch. She didn't fix one for herself.
Henry was standing right behind her when she turned back around. He took the drink and finished it off in two swallows.
"Take off the robe," he said.
He watched her eyes. They were passive, but there was also something else in them. A flicker of fire. She might not admit it but she was hungry for cock. Any man's cock. She had that look.
Her trembling fingers undid the buttons of her robe and she dropped it to the floor. She was dressed in bra and panties that did little to conceal her luscious curves.
"Turn around," he said.
She turned and felt his hand touch her ass. He ran his fingers inside her panties and touched the hot skin. Damn, but she was fine. She trembled as his hand caressed her ass. He pushed one finger between her legs into her silken pussy hairs.
She started trembling but it wasn't from fear. She was getting turned on.
"Bend over a little," he said.
She bent further over and steadied herself by gripping the top of a table. He ran his finger around the lips of her cunt and was rewarded by her soft moan.
He stepped back and unzipped himself. He released his hard and throbbing cock and he pushed it between her panties and the crack of her ass. It felt good there. He just moved his hips for a few minutes, loving the feel of her ass and her silken panties.
But he knew he had to control himself. He pulled his cock out and allowed her to stand up straight.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked.
"Upstairs," she whispered. "First door on the left."
"Come on," he commanded.
He took her arm and walked with her up the stairs. The bed was already made but he stripped the covers back to the white sheet.