Christmas with the Sheriff (The Fiore Family #3) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Fiore Family Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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“That’s total bullshit. Give me my cart or I’ll call the police.” She keeps pace with me, even though I can see she’s struggling with my long stride, so I slow down a bit.

“Go ahead and try, beautiful.” She digs into her pocket and pulls out her phone. Before she can call, I bend and grab her at the knees, flipping her over my shoulder. “Put me down, you brute.” She bangs on my back, so I pretend to loosen my grip which freaks her out, causing her to hold on.

“Nope. See, we want the same thing, so there’s only one option and that’s to share it. Since I have to be somewhere, and I’m guessing since I’ve never seen you in town, you must be the last-minute guest staying at the inn that I heard about. You don’t have anywhere to be tonight except with me.”

“What? I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m taking my groceries and going to my room,” she says, pressing a fruitless issue because I’m not letting her little ass get away from me, especially not to spend the holiday alone.

“So cute.” I click the button to unlock the doors, and then I use one hand to load the back seat. Carrying my last-minute item, I bring the cart back to the corral before marching her to the passenger side of the SUV. Setting her inside, she attempts to hit me, but I grip her wrists easily.

“Sweetheart, you’re so lucky that I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you because you aren’t any match for a man wanting to lay his hands on you. I’ll need to teach you some safety moves.”

“Fuck off. Let me go.”

“No. We’re going to have a nice family dinner, and you’re going to call the sheriff on me.” I brush her cheek, giving her a wink.

“Damn right. I am calling.” She brings out her phone as I close the door, locking it before walking around the front so that she can see me.

“Snowfall Sheriff’s Office, Sheriff Stone speaking.”

She gasps on the other end.

Chapter Three

Mia

You have to be fucking kidding me. I’ve been kidnapped by the sheriff himself. The bossy, handsome eggnog thief just up and paid for my groceries to claim them as his and then did the same with me. I should be fighting my way out of the vehicle since mine is only down the block, but I don’t. Ending the pointless call, I scowl at the bastard.

“What are you going to do to me?” I question the second he jumps inside the vehicle with a grin on his handsome face.

“Depends on what you want me to do to you. I’m thinking that I’ll introduce you to my family, and then we’ll have a delicious dinner that my sister has prepared while we share this eggnog. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll have your pussy for dessert.” I should be repulsed, angry, and yet, I want to climb across the center console and grind on his thick thighs. How is it that he’s so sexy? I stare at the six-foot-five, dark-haired, strong man who acts like this is natural.

“Do you abduct young women all the time?” I question, since he has no qualms about picking me up like another grocery item in the store.

“Nope. Never, but I can’t let you slip away when I’ve finally found what I’m looking for.” My pussy throbs painfully at the sincerity in his voice. “Sit back and behave. I’m Mark, by the way.”

“Yeah. You told me, and your girlfriend repeated.”

“She’s not my girl. You are.”

“I’m not, but does she know you’re not with her? She appeared awfully put out with you.”

“Our relationship shouldn’t bother her, since I’ve never given her the time of day. Besides, she has a boyfriend, and even if she didn’t, I’m not interested. If I was, I sure as fuck wouldn’t have picked you up from the store.”

“Picked me up? You acted like I was on your grocery list.”

“You weren’t, until I saw you. You know how it is—you go into a store needing only one thing and come out with more than you planned.” He smiles and shrugs, driving away from the store like everything is fine. I want to scream that it isn’t, but I can’t find the words. All I can think about is that I kissed him first.

“Yeah, but not usually another person.”

“Why are you here on Christmas Eve alone?” he growls out.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I didn’t think it was safe for me to drive in this weather.” My phone rings, stopping my tirade or any response from him. I pull it out of my coat pocket and notice that it’s Franco. A wicked idea comes to mind, and I tilt it enough so he sees that it’s a guy on the line.



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