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corset pulled the string out of a few loops. “More,” he commanded, as his agile fingers moved within her.
    “Oh god.”
    Tripp felt her muscles tighten and knew she had climaxed again. He undid a few more loops and licked the exposed skin on her back. Her arms gave way and she found support on her elbows, giving him an even greater view of her round ass. “Mmm.” His hard cock tapped her leg. “More,” he growled. His fingers found her sweet spot and tormented it relentlessly. The corset fell off moments later.
    He turned her around and pinned her on the bed. Moving between her legs, but not placing himself inside her, he kissed, bit, and sucked a path from one breast to the other. Her mountains of soft skin only made his erection hurt more. The pounding in his cock wanted release as it hovered only inches above her already dripping wet opening.
    “Tripp.” Her voice was heavenly.
    He looked into her liquid blue eyes and kissed her again on the mouth. A wave of molten lava surged through him as her hands ran up and down his back. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hips lifted into his.
    His dick slid into her hard and fast. It filled her full with their first joining and rattled them both. The lovemaking took over and all boundaries were lost as the pair moved with an ever increasing beat. It swept them away until ecstasy and exhaustion ended the night.

Chapter Eight
    Emma sat in the cabin’s reading chair and stared at the man sleeping in front of her. The bed sheets were wrapped around his muscled torso while his head rested on the pillow they had shared. Tripp Monroe, you’ve stolen my heart and that scares me . She snuggled into his shirt and curled her legs underneath her.
    A knock on the door startled both of them. Tripp grabbed his pants and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Just a second,” he said loudly as he looked out the peephole. Shaking his head, he let the Sheriff of Gravestone inside. “Honey, I believe your muscle has arrived.”
    “Beatrice.” Emma ran over and gave her a hug.
    “Ma’am.” Sheriff Bea handed her a bag and seemed uncertain how to act given the present circumstance. “There’s something we need to talk about in private,” nodding at Tripp in defiance, “without the snitch present.”
    “It’s okay. Tripp has offered me his services …” She blushed. “Um, what I meant to say was …”
    “I can read the self-destruct plans.” He gave Emma a wink and sat on the end of the bed. “Apparently that’s an important quality.”
    Beatrice looked back and forth between the two. “If that’s your decision,” she hesitated before continuing, “but I’m here to tell you the king’s henchman is waiting for you at the docks. Word has it he’s here to finish what he started. The guillotine has your name on it, ma’am.”
    Emma dropped the bag on the bed next to Tripp and opened it in silence. A disguise, along with weapons were inside. She slowly took out a gray newsboy outfit. There were knickers, suspenders, a wrinkled shirt, knee high socks, a news hat and goggles. “Really?”
    Beatrice shrugged. “It’s all we could find on short notice. Sneaking you off this boat is going to be difficult enough as is.”
    Emma motioned for the sheriff and Tripp to turn around as she dressed. “Bea, I’d like you to consider this a direct order.”
    “Ma’am?”
    “You’re to help Tripp get off this rig and finish the mission. I’ll need to stay and deal with the Sargent.”
    “No,” Beatrice and Tripp said in unison. They both turned back around as Emma pinned up her hair into the news hat.
    “We’re out of options. The clockwork army has to be stopped and I need to make certain that the king’s buffoon doesn’t get in the way.”
    Tripp walked over to her. “We can all escape together.”
    “Not this time.” Emma stood on her tiptoes and placed a tender kiss on his lips. “If you care for me at all, please, go with Beatrice.”
    “I’m not