"I think I can handle signing a few papers by myself," Rachel said as she climbed into the passenger seat of Jamie's Durango and let him close the door behind her. Once he slid behind the wheel, she added, "...I'm sure you have more important things to do."

Jamie didn't argue, but the way he smiled at her indicated he didn't agree. And he reached across the interior of the car, grasping her hand and giving it a squeeze before he pulled his car out of the parking space outside his office and headed for her realtor's office. As she suspected, he did actually have work to do, including a phone call that he took through the car's bluetooth connection. Rachel didn't know what he and the other man were talking about. And even if she had, most of the legal jargon they were using was over her head. She passed the time by purposely hiking the hem of her dress up to reveal her legs and trying not to laugh at the way her demure peep show was distracting him from his call.

"Keep that up and we're not going to make it to the signing," Jamie teased, reaching over and rubbing his hand up the length of her thigh.

Rachel giggled, remembering the first time he tried that move on her and got a hard slap to the face for his efforts. It hadn't really been that long since then. But she was past the point of worrying that they were rushing things. Feelings didn't have a timeline. She was with her ex for over a decade and never felt for him what she felt for Jamie after only a few days. It had been six weeks since she put her parent's house on the market and her feelings had only grown since then. And Rachel was slowly relaxing into the idea that they might simply be able to just be happy together.

"Have you thought any more about moving in," he asked, the tips of his fingers sending shivers up her spine as they grazed over the inside of her thigh. Rachel reached down, grasping his hand and lifting it off her leg. He really wasn't playing fair, asking her about moving in with him while he was feeling her up like that. It was hard enough to deny him when he wasn't touching her.

"I still don't know," she admitted, her body going instinctively tense since she knew she wasn't giving Jamie the answer he wanted to hear. Telling her ex no was a sure fire way to earn herself a black eye. And that's if he was in a good mood. And even though she knew Jamie wasn't that kind of man, she was still worried that if she told him no to his offer to move in with him that he might get mad and break things off with her. Or that it might hurt his feelings.

"I just…," Rachel stammered. "...I promised Dakota we wouldn't have to move again so soon. And she's so happy at the ranch. I just…"

"Rachel," Jamie said, stopping the nervous word vomit of excuses that was spilling out of her. "It's okay. I'm fine with things the way they are. Whenever you're ready, the offer will still be there. Whether it's next week or a year from now."

Rachel breathed an audible sigh of relief. Jamie squeezed her hand and offered her a reassuring smile. Since she got back from cleaning out her parent's house, they only spent a few nights apart. But they had been splitting their time between his house and the ranch with really no planning or pattern to where they stayed and when. When Jamie asked her if she wanted to move in with him, he was just trying to make things easier for her and cut down on some of the back and forth driving they were doing. Plus, his house was closer to Bozeman. Which meant a shorter drive to the bakery. It just made sense in his head that Rachel ought to stay at his house instead of the ranch. But in retrospect, he realized he probably made the offer far too casually. And without much consideration of how seriously Rachel was going to take his proposal.

"I'm sorry," she said, "...I guess maybe I'm not ready yet. Is that okay? It doesn't mean I'm not still crazy about you."

Jamie steered his SUV into a parking spot and put the vehicle in park. He released his seat belt first, reaching across to push the button down that would release Rachel's belt before he pulled her across the seat and into his arms. He was familiar enough with her now to know that when he wanted to assure her that things were good between them, Rachel responded much better to physical affection than she did to words and promises. He guessed it was because her ex broke every promise he ever made to her. Over time, words must have lost their meaning to her.

Rachel moaned softly against his lips as his hand slid back up the length of her thigh. This time, he was on the outside of her leg. And he continued up it, slipping his hand under the lace edge of her panties and grabbing a handful of her ample backside. Another soft moan escaped her as he deepened their kiss.

"We should stop," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Someone is gonna see us."

Jamie chuckled into her hair. Because even as Rachel was telling him they ought to stop fooling around outside the realtor's office, she was rubbing her hand over the bulge in his pants. He'd never been with a woman that was so responsive to his advances. Sometimes even a suggestive look from him was enough to change the rhythm of her breathing. It made him feel good inside in a way no woman had before. To know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Even now, they had barely done more than kiss and he was willing to bet that if he slid his hand between Rachel's thighs he would find the crotch of her panties already soaked with desire.

"The back windows are tinted," he whispered, nibbling up the side of her neck.

Rachel pushed herself back and away from his advances, reaching for the door handle and stepping out onto the pavement. Jamie assumed she'd had enough of his game and was ready to head into the office and sign the papers that would officially transfer ownership of her parents' house to the buyers. He was surprised when she closed her door only to open the back passenger door of the car and climb inside. She pulled the door shut behind her, giving him a suggesting glance as she gathered the long flowy skirt of her dress up and revealed her legs to him again.

Jamie shrugged out of his suit jacket, leaving it behind him on the driver's seat. Rachel must have expected him to transfer from the front seat to the back using the car doors. Like she did. Because she squealed in laughter when he launched himself over the seats, landing half on top of her in a tangled jumble of limbs and the skirt of her dress. It didn't take him long to right himself. And once he did, he pulled Rachel half into his lap and kissed her.

There was something about making out like teenagers in the back of his car that was adding a little extra spice to their embrace. Maybe it was the danger of being caught. Even though what they were doing was more naughty than actually wrong, it was probably still illegal. And they were also about to make themselves late to sign Rachel's house over.

Rachel shifted her body, sitting so she was straddling him with one knee on either side of his hips. He groaned, his dick already straining against the zipper of his now rumpled suit pants as she kissed and nibbled at the sensitive spot behind his ear. He slid his hand up her leg, this time not stopping until his fingers slid between her core and the damp crotch of her panties. Like he knew they would be, her folds were slick with need. His finger slipped inside her without resistance so he added a second one, moving his other hand to join the first. He pushed the crotch of her panties aside, fucking her with the fingers of one hand while the other stroked and teased her clit. Her hands fisted into his shirt as she came, gasping and moaning against his neck.

After what was maybe a few too many glasses of wine one night, Rachel confessed to him that he'd given her the first orgasm she'd ever had. Pleasing a woman always had a way of reaffirming his own worth as a man. But knowing he was the only one that ever made her feel that way gave Jamie a feeling that was close to euphoric every time it happened.

Rachel slid off Jamie's lap, taking the seat next to him as she leaned down and began to pull at the zipper of his pants. She drew him out through the fly of his briefs, flicking her tongue over the head of his dick before she sucked him into her mouth. Moving slowly at first, she took him as far into her mouth as she could, gagging when the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. She pulled back, spitting on the head of his dick and using her hand to spread her saliva down over his thick shaft. There was a smear of her lipstick, red to match her dress, near the head of his dick. And the sight of it made his dick throb against her lips as she slid them back down over his hard length. She followed her mouth with her hand, tugging gently as she slid him in and out of her mouth. His hand tangled into her hair, gently guiding her as his hips began to buck against the soft pillow of her lips and the warm wet feeling of her tongue.

"I'm close," he moaned in an attempt to warn her as he felt his balls tighten. But it was already too late. He came in her mouth, eliciting a muffled high pitched squeak of shock from her as he coated the back of her throat with his essence. Rachel jerked her head up, his dick sliding out of her mouth with a wet pop. He offered her a halfhearted apology as she swallowed hard, giggling through the slight gag in her throat. Jamie tucked his dick back into his pants as he tried not to start laughing himself. More funny than her laughing as she gagged on the load of come he shot off into her mouth was her ruffled appearance. Rachel's lipstick was hopelessly smeared. And her carefully tousled curls were now a tangled mess. One look at her and it was plainly obvious what they'd been doing in the backseat of his SUV.

"It wasn't that funny," she scolded, shaking her head at him.

"It's not that," he assured her, though the way he spouted off like a teenage boy was sort of funny. "I just think you better take a look in the mirror before we go inside."

Rachel climbed out of the backseat and back into the front, laughing when she flipped the visor down and took a look at herself in the lighted mirror. Jamie watched as she smoothed her hair down with her hands. Then she used her fingers to remove the lipstick from the places it shouldn't be before applying a fresh coat.

"Better?," she asked.

"Beautiful," he said, offering her his hand as she stepped from the car. He pulled his jacket back on, unable to keep the smile from his face as Rachel tugged at his clothes, helping him straighten them out before they went inside.

The realtor was a highschool friend of Rachel's. She had a typical Montana small town look. Big blonde hair, bigger hips, heavy eyeliner, and dress that was brightly colored and a little too tight.

"I was just about to call you," the woman said with what sounded like genuine concern.

"Sorry," Rachel offered, leaning in to hug the woman. "We got stuck behind a tractor." Jamie smiled a little at the obvious lie. Stuck behind a tractor was small town code for I don't want to say why I'm running late.

Unconcerned with Rachel's half-cocked excuse, the realtor quickly turned her attention to Jamie, her eyes widening slightly as she tried to figure out where she'd seen him before. He smiled as the confusion on her face gave way to recognition.

"Forgive me but aren't you the attorney general? The governor's son?"

Rachel smiled as she introduced them, using just his first name and telling him the woman's name was Jennifer. Jennifer glanced back and forth between them, clearly eager to get this meeting over with now that she had a juicy bit of gossip to share.

"I saw Dakota's dancing video," Jennifer gushed, looking Jamie up and down with absolutely no shame at all. "...With the governor. I wondered how y'all knew him. Now it all makes sense."

Rachel wrapped her arm around Jamie's waist. And he tried not to laugh at her sudden possessive gesture as they headed into the small conference room.

Other than Jamie's unexpected quasi celebrity presence, the meeting with the buyers went smoothly. Beth already involved herself in the negotiations prior to this point, which Jamie was actually grateful for though he would never admit it. There was nothing for Rachel to do except read the paperwork over and sign it. Or, more accurately, for him to read it over before she signed it. Because he was quite sure Rachel wouldn't have read a single word of those documents if he wasn't there.

"Excuse me for just a minute," Jamie said, pulling his constantly buzzing phone from his pocket as he stepped out of the room.

"Don't you ever answer your fucking phone?," Beth hissed. Jamie rolled his eyes. He usually ignored calls from her. But she'd called so many times in a row, he was worried there might actually be some kind of emergency.

"What?," Jamie huffed.

"Fuck you!," Beth cursed. Jamie pulled the phone away from his ear, giving it the finger. The only reason he didn't curse back was because he didn't want the people inside the conference room to hear him.

"Rachel's signing the house papers right now," he said, checking his anger. "What do you want?"

"The police are here looking for her," Beth announced.

Jamie felt a chill run up his spine despite the tepid office air around him. He took a deep breath, hoping the police might just be there to tell Rachel her husband was dead. Though if that was the case, they would probably be the asshole's sister's place. Because she was his next of kin now that he and Rachel were divorced.

"What would the police want with Rachel?," Jamie asked, keeping his tone neutral. Pretending he had no idea what the police might want from her. Beth made him wait before she finally replied. Something Jamie would have liked to choke her for. Especially since he knew the bitch was doing it on purpose.

"Someone killed her ex-husband."