her purse, she pulled out her makeup compact. “You are such a slut,” she said to her reflection. “Sheriff Soto is probably home, asleep in his bed…naked. Oh god.” Her pussy clenched with the thought of the hard-assed sheriff stretched out on his bed, cock in hand…
“Do not go there.” She snapped the compact closed and dropped it in her purse. Headlights cut through the distant blackness behind her. God, please let it be the sheriff. And if it wasn’t the sheriff, someone from the sheriff’s office coming to her aid. She wanted to go home and end this night.
The closer the vehicle came, the more adrenaline surged through her system. Finally the marked sheriff’s cruiser pulled alongside her coupe.
Sheriff Ivan Soto to the rescue.
She smiled and the brightest pair of green eyes stared back. Flutters swarmed her stomach. His eyes pierced her soul, made her toes curl and her cheeks flush with warmth. A wholly different sensation than what she experienced when the men at the club stared. Ivan consumed her with a glance.
Roxie pressed the power button and lowered the window the rest of the way. “Nice night, Sheriff Soto.”
“It’s late, Roxanne. Are you out here alone?”
“Had to work.” She rested her arm along the window’s edge, cocked her head coyly and tickled her earring with her fingertips. “I just got off.” Not technically, not yet, but she would get off—and hard, now that she had a visual of Sheriff Soto to take to bed tonight. She’d imagine his vibrant green eyes while she used her vibrator.
His mouth tilted into a smile and his deep, seductive chuckle closed the space between them and caused a fluttering in her tummy. Heat from his stare tingled along her exposed skin and her nipples stiffened beneath her tight black tank. The sensation traveled to her clit and she pressed her thighs together as a rush of cream dampened her panties.
“Sit tight.”
Sheriff Soto reversed his vehicle and pulled up behind her car. From atop the patrol car, blue, red and yellow lights abruptly cut through the night. Then a harsh, bright glare spotlighted her in the vehicle. She peered into the rearview mirror but could only blink at the blinding light.
“What the hell is he doing?” She pushed open the driver door and swiveled her legs out of the car.
“Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air.” The mechanical tone of the sheriff’s amplified voice sent a shiver down her spine.
“What?”
“Hands in the air!”
Roxie stared. “Is this a joke?” she yelled.
“Walk to the rear of your vehicle, face away from me, put your hands on your hot little sports car and spread your legs.”
“Are you serious?”
“Do it!”
She was under arrest! “Asshole,” she muttered. To think she was about to masturbate to the man in order to pass the time and instead he had her assuming the position. She strode to the rear of the car, put her hands above the bumper and spread her legs.
She heard the release of the handle as he opened the cruiser door. Gravel crunched under Sheriff Soto’s boots. Her heart hammered against her ribs with each step of his approach. Her breathing became shallow.
He stopped behind her. “Normally I catch you hauling ass.”
“I swear your radar gun has it out for me.”
“Yeah, could be something like that. Also might have something to do with your car. Apparently it idles at eighty.”
She gave a snort and glanced over her shoulder. Sheriff Soto stood, his eyes locked on her ass. With the bright spotlight she imagined he could see right through her skirt. That was an arousing thought. A rush of liquid heat flowed through her veins and a flicker of awareness pulsed in her core. A familiar effect whenever the sheriff was around. “My car isn’t even running.” She hitched a hip and tapped the toe of her boot. “I called you for a ride.” She glanced over her shoulder again. “Do you want to give me a ride, Sheriff Soto?”
He closed the
“Do not go there.” She snapped the compact closed and dropped it in her purse. Headlights cut through the distant blackness behind her. God, please let it be the sheriff. And if it wasn’t the sheriff, someone from the sheriff’s office coming to her aid. She wanted to go home and end this night.
The closer the vehicle came, the more adrenaline surged through her system. Finally the marked sheriff’s cruiser pulled alongside her coupe.
Sheriff Ivan Soto to the rescue.
She smiled and the brightest pair of green eyes stared back. Flutters swarmed her stomach. His eyes pierced her soul, made her toes curl and her cheeks flush with warmth. A wholly different sensation than what she experienced when the men at the club stared. Ivan consumed her with a glance.
Roxie pressed the power button and lowered the window the rest of the way. “Nice night, Sheriff Soto.”
“It’s late, Roxanne. Are you out here alone?”
“Had to work.” She rested her arm along the window’s edge, cocked her head coyly and tickled her earring with her fingertips. “I just got off.” Not technically, not yet, but she would get off—and hard, now that she had a visual of Sheriff Soto to take to bed tonight. She’d imagine his vibrant green eyes while she used her vibrator.
His mouth tilted into a smile and his deep, seductive chuckle closed the space between them and caused a fluttering in her tummy. Heat from his stare tingled along her exposed skin and her nipples stiffened beneath her tight black tank. The sensation traveled to her clit and she pressed her thighs together as a rush of cream dampened her panties.
“Sit tight.”
Sheriff Soto reversed his vehicle and pulled up behind her car. From atop the patrol car, blue, red and yellow lights abruptly cut through the night. Then a harsh, bright glare spotlighted her in the vehicle. She peered into the rearview mirror but could only blink at the blinding light.
“What the hell is he doing?” She pushed open the driver door and swiveled her legs out of the car.
“Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air.” The mechanical tone of the sheriff’s amplified voice sent a shiver down her spine.
“What?”
“Hands in the air!”
Roxie stared. “Is this a joke?” she yelled.
“Walk to the rear of your vehicle, face away from me, put your hands on your hot little sports car and spread your legs.”
“Are you serious?”
“Do it!”
She was under arrest! “Asshole,” she muttered. To think she was about to masturbate to the man in order to pass the time and instead he had her assuming the position. She strode to the rear of the car, put her hands above the bumper and spread her legs.
She heard the release of the handle as he opened the cruiser door. Gravel crunched under Sheriff Soto’s boots. Her heart hammered against her ribs with each step of his approach. Her breathing became shallow.
He stopped behind her. “Normally I catch you hauling ass.”
“I swear your radar gun has it out for me.”
“Yeah, could be something like that. Also might have something to do with your car. Apparently it idles at eighty.”
She gave a snort and glanced over her shoulder. Sheriff Soto stood, his eyes locked on her ass. With the bright spotlight she imagined he could see right through her skirt. That was an arousing thought. A rush of liquid heat flowed through her veins and a flicker of awareness pulsed in her core. A familiar effect whenever the sheriff was around. “My car isn’t even running.” She hitched a hip and tapped the toe of her boot. “I called you for a ride.” She glanced over her shoulder again. “Do you want to give me a ride, Sheriff Soto?”
He closed the
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