‘Well, don’t stop on my account,’ the policeman says, reaching down to adjust himself.
Gross.
‘Oh, it’s okay. We’ll just be on our way.’ Maggie lifts her hips from me, and I almost mourn the loss of her maddening heat. Almost.
‘No. You’ll finish fucking your boyfriend, unless you want me to call this in?’ He holds up a flashlight, making me squint.
Maggie’s eyes widen as she looks at me.
‘I don’t think…’ Maggie begins.
‘I’m not asking you to think. I’m telling you to keep going or spend the night in the station explaining why you’ve got your boyfriend fastened to the car door and fucking in public.’
Fury fills me. I tug at my restraints hard enough to almost unseat Maggie. But it is no use. The cop is corrupt and has no intention of letting us go. Telling him I’ve been adult-napped seems fruitless.
‘Now show me a good time, sweetheart.’ There is the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered.
Maggie leans close enough that I can whisper in her ear. ‘Are you going to stab him?’
‘No,’ her voice is a harried whisper. ‘I really don’t need the hassle. It’s been a hard enough day as it is. Just play along.’
‘I don’t want to fuck you,’ I hiss through gritted teeth.
‘Good, because you’re not getting to.’ Maggie shifts, threading her fingers into my hair and picking up where she’d let off.
Leaving a small gap between us, she moves as though there’s more going on beneath her skirt than there is. After a minute or two, the police officer lets out a grunt.
‘Put on a hot show for us. Your man deserves some effort… right?’ His eyes catch my restrained wrists, and he gives a sadistic smirk, pressing one hand in the open window and pushing on Maggie’s shoulder until she presses flush to my body.
‘Sorry,’ she mutters against my cheek as our bodiesclash in a searing heat. My dick reacts to the friction, thickening between us, right between her thighs.
‘It’s okay,’ I murmur, thinking of football scores to try to deflate my traitorous cock. ‘We’ll just fake an orgasm, and hopefully he’ll leave.’
Maggie stiffens at my hardness, her breath catching at the increased pressure of each tipping of her hips. I glare at the officer, looking past Maggie’s shoulder, as he furiously wanks himself silly next to the car.
I screw my eyes shut, waiting for the whole sickening ordeal to finish. But shutting them both out only sharpens my other senses. The way Maggie’s movements change, her hips angling and making her gasp. Fingers tighten against my scalp as a delicious moan escapes her lips, flitting over my cheek. My body tingles at every spot where we touch, the grinding making me feel dizzy even though I’m sitting.
Because in it all, she is there. Surrounding me. Unavoidable.
Are the noises she makes a ruse to trick the cop? If so, she’s a far better actress than I imagined.
‘Maggie,’ I whisper, my throat tight. ‘Are you okay?’
‘I… Oh my god… Sorry…’
There’s a tremor in her words, her cheek hot against my own.
‘Roman.’ My name tumbles from her in a plea that eviscerates my senses. It’s been so long since I had a pretty girl in my lap moaning my real name that it leaves me stunned beneath her.
And craving to hear it again.
Her thighs grip my legs as her body begins to quake. I open my eyes and watch her face as she comes. Or pretends to come.
Except, I’m pretty sure she’s not pretending.
Her face flushes, her lips open, and she is just begging to be tasted.
And I’m frozen. Lost in her.
