Maverick chuckled at something Harrington said. “Right, well, thanks for the info. Hey, I’ll grab the donuts next time I’m in town.”
As he hung up, I waited, watching as he scribbled something in his book.
“Well?” I gasped. “Tell me! Tell me now!”
“Tell you what?”
“What did Harrington say? Are my ass prints going to be released in some public database?”
“He didn’t know of anything, but said I should keep them on file just in case.”
“In case of what?”
He slowly looked up from his pad and frowned. “Well, in case I ever need to match ass prints to anything ever again, I suppose.”
Pressing my hands to my face, I slid down to the floor in humiliation. This day just couldn’t get any worse. It wasn’t possible, not when JR had donethatto me in such a public setting.
I was going to hell. I was going to end up on the front page of the local newspaper, along with a print that showed where they dusted to make sure they got that particular print on file for any future ass altercations.
I was toast.
“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’m sure it’ll make a great picture,” JR said with a devilish smile. “Think I could get a copy of it?”
I hated him. I well and truly hated him, and there was no way I would ever kiss him again or spend the night on his couch or even think of what he did to me earlier. That was all over. Every second of JR had officially been wiped from my mind.
Even his mussed-up hair. My fantasy days were over.
“You,” I hissed.
A cocky grin split his lips as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What about me?”
“This is all because of you. Every second you’ve been in town, I have tried to be friendly to you. I have been nice. I gave you chili during the snowstorm. I shared my blankets with you. I helped you with your dog!”
“He’s not mine, and you know it.”
Milo barked from where he rested next to the sheriff’s desk.
“And this is the thanks I get? After all this time, you repay me by humiliating me in front of the whole town!”
He shoved to his feet and stalked toward me. “I lent you my couch. I made you tea when you shoved your way into my house, completely hungover. I don’t let you sleep in your car when your brother and his fiancée keep you up all night with their moans of pleasure. I’d say we’re even.”
“We are so far from even,” I scoffed, backing up as he encroached on my space. My back hit the bars, but he didn’t stop, not until he was flush against me, his rigid cock nudging my belly.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Wh-what?” I asked, my breath hitching in my throat as his hand slid up my belly and over my collarbone, locking around my throat.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll walk away.”
“You always do,” I retorted.
“That’s because I’m no good for you, but if you want me, I can berealgood to you.”
My eyes darted around the cell for a second before locking on his again. “We’re in jail!”
A wicked glint brewing in his gray eyes flashed so fast, I would have missed it if I wasn’t paying attention. “Maverick!” he shouted, not taking his eyes off me for even a second. “The lady and I are ready to go home. Make it happen.”
“That’s not precisely how this works,” Maverick grumbled. “But sure. Anything to avoid another spot I’ll have to disinfect later.”
