Page 101 of Love Collided

“They are accusing us of street racing.”

He clicked his tongue. “A good girl like you wouldnever.I am disappointed to find out that another man put you in handcuffs tonight. I still fantasize about you in handcuffs.”

“Do you think that’s necessary?”

He laughed. “I think so. Handcuffed to the bed, helpless to me making you come over and over. My hands, my tongue, my cock. I would be able to just keep going until you were begging me to stop.”

I squirmed in the seat, heat pooling between my thighs as I tried to stop it.

“Maybe that's something we can talk further about when you get here.”

“Why? I’m not the one that needs to stay professional right now?”

“I do.”

“Are you managing to do that? Or are you getting wet thinking about the things I want to do to you?” He groaned. “Now I’m just sitting here fantasizing about my little criminal. Maybe I should bring my own set of handcuffs. I could add a vibrator too, hold it against you until you’re in tears from endless orgasms. You love it when I do that with my hand. I bet you’ll come harder than you ever have in your life.”

“Okay, great!” I said, my pussy so tight it almost hurt. “Will you be coming soon, then?”

“Talk to me like that and I might comeverysoon.”

“Please,” I asked, gritting my teeth.

“Okay, now you’re just playing into it.”

I was silent, waiting for him to answer, and I worried I was going to start playing into it too much.

“Fuck, I can’t wait for the day you get on your knees asking topleasetake my cock. I already dream of wrapping one of those fucking braids around my hand as you take my cock in your throat.”

My face dropped, and I tried to recover as another wave of heat shot down my spine. “That would be great.”

“Yeah? Would you like to try that with me?”

“Yes, I would.”

He groaned. “Good, because I’m already on my way, but please know I will have to wait a few seconds for my dick to not be hard. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

The sheriff waved his hand, urging me to wrap it up. “Good, because I have run out of time. See you in a few.”

The sheriff grabbed the phone, slamming it down, and walking me back to the cell.

Quinn’s eyebrows jumped up. “Who did you call?”

I knew they were minutes from finding out, but telling them somehow felt like I was announcing to everyone that I was sleeping with Chase.

“I called Chase. I didn’t want your dad to know what happened,” I said to Ash. “And he was the only person I could think of that had the money and some legal knowledge to maybe help us get out of here tonight.”

“It’s ten PM. I doubt we are getting out of here tonight,” Fox said.

I shrugged, trying not to smile. I couldn’t exactly tell them that after that phone call, Chase might have a little more incentive to get us out of here tonight. And Ireallycouldn’t tell them that I was hoping to get out of here tonight to perform those incentives.

I sat back, quietly waiting and trying to keep my cool, but almost fifteen minutes later exactly, Chase walked in.

Somehow, every time I saw him, it felt a little like a punch to the gut. He was back to perfect Chase, every hair in line, a button-up shirt and suit jacket covering every part of his body that I had come to know so well. He was in jeans, but somehow on him, it looked professional. This time, it didn’t bother me like it had before becausethis time I was too excited to be the one to mess it up.

Two hours later,they opened the door, and I saw Chase’s perfect face again, covered in a huge smile.

“Well, hello my little band of heathens. You’ll be happy to know your lawyer, me, got it all brought down to warnings. But if you get caught street racing, which Iassuredthem you were not doing, it’s jail time.” His lips pressed together with a smile as his voice dropped low enough for only us to hear. “Again.”

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