He stood and she hitched in a shaky breath as he said, “Turn around, Princess.”
She turned and stared at him. He loved how tall she was. It would be so easy to lift her dress, pull down her panties, and fuck her against the car. Just lift her to her tiptoes and a quick twist of his hips and he’d be inside of her.
His cock throbbed, and he clenched his hands into fists as she said, “What’s wrong?”
He was deliberately avoiding looking at her chest but Christ, a man only had so much willpower. He dropped her gaze to her tits.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Her breasts were straining against the thin fabric of her dress. He could see the hard outline of her nipples against the cotton fabric and he was itching to suck on them through the material.
“Turn back around, Princess,” he ordered before he could succumb to his madness.
“Gideon, this is ridiculous.”
“Do what I say.”
He could see the desire fading in her eyes to be replaced by impatience as she swung around to face the car again. He smiled to himself. God, he had always loved her short temper.
“Don’t move,” he said and placed her hands on the top of the car again. He reached down and rested his hands on her hips. She shuddered when he stroked the swell of her tummy.
“What are you do – oh, hell,” Grace moaned.
He cupped her breasts and leaned forward until his dick was pressing hard against her ass. She arched her back, filling his hands with her warm flesh. He kneaded her heavy breasts before pinching both her nipples. She made a delightful moan that went straight to his cock. Fuck, could he be that lucky? Did Gracie like a little pain with her pleasure?
He took a quick look around as Gracie rubbed her ass against his cock. The side street she’d parked on was quiet with no one outside on their porches or walking their dog. Still, it didn’t mean that they weren’t watching.
But the car hid Gracie’s upper body. If anyone was watching from inside their house, they’d see what looked like him doing a routine stop and body check. Nothing more.
He wouldn’t be able to see Grace’s tits or taste them, but he could at least touch them. Before his rational mind could tell him to stop, he slid his hands into the bodice of Grace’s dress and cupped both her tits. Her skin was warm and silky smooth, and her reaction made him want to lift the back of her dress, yank down her panties and slam his cock into her pussy.
She cried out, her hands digging into the top of the car as her head fell back to rest on his shoulder. He pulled on her diamond-hard nipples. She made another cry of pleasure and with regret coursing through him, he said, “Lift your head, Princess.”
“Gideon, please,” she moaned.
“Head up,” he said.
With effort, she lifted her head and stared across the car with a glazed look of need as he rubbed and caressed her incredible breasts. He took another look around them and when he didn’t see anyone, made a quick decision. He would regret it tomorrow, but right now, for once he would take what he wanted.
“Distracted driving is a substantial ticket, Princess,” he whispered into her ear.
“I – what?” she said.
He pressed his dick tight against her ass, smiling at her groan of need.
“Distracted driving gets you a ticket,” he said. “But I’m going to be nice to you.”
“Just a warning?” She ground her ass against his dick.
“I’ll give you a choice,” he breathed into her ear as his gaze roved the neighbourhood. “You can get a ticket for distracted driving, or you can climb into the back of my car, take off your panties, and watch as I eat out your pussy.”
She moaned, her ass grinding against him again when he pinched her nipples. “Well, Princess? What will it be? Ticket or pussy eating?”
“Pussy eating,” she said. “Definitely pussy eating.”
Chapter Eight
Was this actually happening? Grace walked numbly next to Gideon as he returned to his car. His hand in the small of her back pressed lightly, keeping her moving forward. Her brain was a shrieking symphony of desire and doubt.
Gideon opened the back door, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. His breath was warm on her skin as he pressed a kiss against the back of her neck. “Get in the car, Princess.”
She stepped forward, freezing in place when Gideon’s radio went off. “Sheriff? Come in, Sheriff.”
Gideon thumbed the button on his radio. “What is it, Sophie?”
He sounded calm, but Gracie had known him long enough to hear the irritation lurking beneath the calm.
“Angela and Morris are fighting again. Both their neighbours have called in a noise complaint.”
“Send Darryl,” Gideon said.
“He’s on a call out at the Park, a group of kids smoking weed near the falls.” Sophie’s voice was full of static.
Gideon muttered a curse before thumbing the button again. “I’ll head over to their place now.”
“Thanks, Sheriff.”
There was a moment of silence. Grace stared into the interior of Gideon’s car, disappointment and anger and lust fighting for dominance.
“Grace, I’m -”
“Don’t say you’re sorry,” she said before stepping away from him. “Please don’t say you’re sorry.”
“I have to go.”
“I know.” Without looking at him, she walked briskly toward her car.
“Gracie!”
She paused with her door open, staring at his reflection in the sideview mirror. “Yeah?”
Please tell me to go back to your place and wait for you. Please tell me to go back to your place and wait for you. Please…
“Are we – are we still on for Monday morning?”
Disappointment became the clear winner. She took a deep breath. “Yes. See you then.”
She slid into her car and stared blankly at her phone until Gideon drove away. Tears pricking at her eyes, she started her car and headed home.
* * *
His head aching, Gideon eased his SUV into the parking spot in front of the Crimson Door Tattoo. Normally parking was a pain in the ass on main street, but with the exception of Walgreens, Grind My Beans, The Cake Whisperer Bakery, and Nan’s Diner, all the other small businesses that lined the main street were closed on Sundays. He paused in front of the tattoo shop before walking toward Grind My Beans. He needed a shot of caffeine to combat the headache.
He walked by Rainy Day Books, a second-hand bookstore that opened two years ago. Nearly everyone in Harmony Falls had predicted its downfall the second it opened up, especially since the owner was Hadley Young. Hadley was smart with a business degree from some prestige university in New York, but she was an outsider who’d only moved to Harmony Falls a year earlier.
To everyone’s surprise, the bookstore had thrived. Gideon supposed it was partially because it was right next to Grind My Beans, and partially because the tourists who flooded the downtown area in droves over the summer, loved the quaint and cozy feel that Hadley had fostered inside the store.
He pulled open the door to Grind My Beans, groaning inwardly at how busy it was. He loved his job and, more importantly, he loved the people of Harmony Falls, but with his head throbbing and aching, the last thing he wanted to do was make small talk.