“Good,” she taunts.
I grab her wrists and yank them together. Hold them tightly in my grip. With my other hand, I snap on the cuffs. God, she looks stunning, at my mercy like this. Offering me her body. Her voice. And her beautiful, dirty mind. To do with what I will.
My skin heats with excitement.
“So this guy you were dying to see,” I say sternly as I lock the cuffs.
“Yes, officer?”
“You needed to drive that fast to see him?”
“He’s sexy and growly and ridiculously possessive,” she says in a sensual purr.
I jerk on the cuffs. “Does he give it to you good?”
She trembles. “He fucks me till I scream,” she whispers.
I growl, then slide my hands over the soft, tempting flesh of her ass, squeezing both cheeks. “Is that any way to talk to an officer of the law?”
“Maybe you should take me in for the night. Lock me up.”
That’s it. I’m about to snap with lust. I press my body to hers, my hard-on grinding against her ass. “You have the right to remain aroused,” I whisper hotly into her ear.
She arches against me.
“Anything you say can and will be used against you by me as I get you off,” I say.
“Play with my pussy, officer,” she says, going with our roles so perfectly. “Use your hand and make me come.”
I slide a palm between her thighs, gliding my fingers across the soaked panel of her panties.
She rocks against me, then pants, “Tease my clit, officer.”
She rocks and thrusts, and I glide my finger under the slippery lace and across her hot center. When I reach her clit, she drops her head back and groans.
Too loud.
Roughly, like she wants it, I clamp a hand over her mouth. She gasps. Arches. Seeks more of my hand. “This’ll teach you to obey the law,” I say as I stroke her sweet clit.
She writhes against my palm.
I go faster, following her cues, reading her pleasure.
This wicked thrill is everything.
She rocks shamelessly as I play with her wet pussy until she’s moaning and riding my hand.
I’m strung tight as I stroke her.
With a bitten-off groan, she comes, her whole body shaking beautifully.
I let go of her wrists, unlock her, and spin her around. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does now, on the side of the road, trusting me to make her feel incredible. “I think I’ll need to keep you overnight, miss,” I rasp out.
With a woozy, satisfied smile, she says, “You better.” Then she murmurs, “Thank you.”
She’s thanking me? I should be building her a shrine, getting down on my knees in gratitude to her for letting me fuck her the way I’ve always wanted to.
My heart hammers. “No. Thank you, sweetheart.”
We drive in separate cars to her home, and once we’re inside, I kiss her deeply, passionately. Then I take her to bed and slide inside her. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close.
“I like this overnight,” she says.
But I want to keep her more than overnight. I want to tell her what she’s doing to me. And that’s getting to be a big fucking problem.
FRIDAY
A Day for Confessions
18
CAN’T GET MY MIND OFF YOU
The Next Morning
Gabe: Wow. Last night was incredible.
Ellie: I know! I feel a little high still from the side of the road.
Gabe: I have a confession.
Ellie: Tell me.
Gabe: I’ve wanted to do that for so long.
Ellie: Yeah?
Gabe: Yes. It’s been an ultimate fantasy. But then, so are you.
Ellie: I’m blushing.
Gabe: And here’s the thing—I’m so fucking glad it was you.
Ellie: I’m so glad it was me too.
Gabe: The whole night was amazing. Back at your house.
You’re a dream, Ellie. The morning was pretty great too.
Ellie: Well, you do make good dairy-free pancakes. You’re a man of many talents. :)
Gabe: Anything for you. I can’t wait to see you tonight.
Ellie: Same here. I want to see you.
Gabe: Ellie?
Ellie: Yeah?
Gabe: I can’t stop thinking about you.
19
MONSTER FEELINGS
Ellie
I’ve been texting Gabe as I walk to Maddox’s home, but we finish chatting right when I reach my friend’s place. I’m still giddy from the conversation. Probably glowing too.
When Maddox opens the door to his home a few seconds later, my friend sizes me up quickly. “Let me guess. You either just saw the bad boy, talked to him, or you were texting with him.”
Yup. Giddy and glowing.
“Stop being so good at reading me,” I say, then tuck my phone into my bag, and sweep into his house.
“I’m good at reading all people,” he says, then shuts the door behind us. “I have to be. It’s why I’m good at my job.”
From someone else, that comment might come across as conceited. But Maddox says it matter-of-factly. It’s just the truth of who he is and how he operates.
“It is your special skill. And Gabe and I were just texting as I walked here.”
“Called it.”
“I know,” I say, then I squeeze his arm. “Thanks for inviting me over.” I pat my messenger bag and the canvas bag alongside it. “I’ve got my laptop and my bathing suit.”
“What else does anyone ever need?” He smiles softly. “Thanks for coming.”
He lives nearby so we decided to work together today. He’ll be writing contracts, and I’ll be tweaking the script for episode one of The Dating Games. After we head through his sleek, minimalist home, we settle in poolside, where he serves me iced tea at a table under an umbrella. I take a drink and point at the glass approvingly. “You are an iced tea wizard,” I say.
“Thanks. But enough about me. What’s the deal with the bad boy? Gabe, you said?”
My stomach swoops as I think of the man who’s captured my nights and mornings. “Here’s the thing. Gabe kind of seems like a bad boy, but he’s really a great guy. Gabe Clements,” I add, sharing his full name since there’s no reason to be coy. Gabe and I have been going out in public, after all. “He takes my dog out for walks in the morning while I’m sleeping. He brings me the lattes I like. He listens when I talk. He asks questions about my friends and my job, and he pays attention, and he’s thoughtful,” I say, my heart fluttering ridiculously.
“So, that’s…good?” Maddox asks carefully. Then, he adds more decisively, “Because it sounds great to me.”