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While the temperature was brisk, the sun was out. The road was wet from the melting snow.
Her window was already rolled down when I approached. She didn’t look happy to see me. In fact, she looked downright pissed.
“What now?” she muttered. “Can’t you leave me alone?”
“License and registration, please.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Do I have a broken tail light? Forget to use my blinker? Roll through a stop sign?”
“Step out of the car, ma’am.” I kept my voice professional. Deep. Calm. I set my hand on the butt of my service pistol, but I had no intention of using it.
She stared at me for five seconds, then sighed. Turned off the engine. Unclipped her seatbelt.
I stepped back and she opened the driver’s door.
When we were face to face on the side of the road, she squinted up at me. The sun was low on the horizon, and in her eyes. “What do you want, Sheriff?”
My dick stirred, wanting her to call me that when I was balls deep inside her.
“Put your hands on the car, please.”
Her gaze narrowed. She was still in her scrubs but had ditched her white doctor’s coat. She didn’t even wear a jacket.
“Now,” I added, when she didn’t comply.
She muttered to herself and turned to face her car, setting her hands on the window.
I stepped in behind her, looked left and right to ensure no cars were coming.
“Do you have anything sharp on you?” I began to frisk her. The touch was quick and business-like and consistent to what I did with anyone.
“Jesus, really?”
Then I made the pat down a little more personal. I stepped in close so my body just touched hers. No question could she feel the outline of my dick against her ass. My hands roamed freely now.
“Bad girls get frisked like this,” I murmured.
“Colt, what are you–”
“After I make sure you have no weapons or contraband on you, I’m going to cuff you and take you in.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you’re going to listen to me and find out why I couldn’t be there at the hotel that night. I’m not letting you storm off again.”
After remembering how perfect her curves were, I grabbed my handcuffs off my belt, spun her around and cuffed her wrists in front of her, which was completely against protocol.
Her gaze now was a mix of anger, confusion, and desire. Yeah, she’d liked being felt up on the side of the road like the bad girl she was. She liked knowing that I was taking charge, taking the decision away from her for hearing me out.
Because if she gave in and listened, then she’d have to admit she wasn’t as angry or upset as she wanted to be. She didn’t have a choice but to sit and hear the truth.
Reaching into her car, I pulled out the keys, shut the door and clicked the locks. Then I stuck the keys on top of the rear tire.
Taking her by the elbow, I guided her toward the passenger seat of my SUV.
I helped her into the front seat, then clipped her belt in place. When our faces were close enough where I only had to move an inch to kiss her, I froze. She licked her lips.
Yeah, she was mine.
