Page 15 of Cruel Daddy Dragon

Chapter 6 - Sarah

Deep green jade eyes beam into me from under hooded eyelids, burning with a hungry form of desire. His strong jaw clenches for a moment, a throaty moan escaping Rufus’s chest. I’m shivering in anticipation. Heat crawls up and down me. My heart hammers. My breath heaves lightly. I very slowly close the handcuffs over his wrist with a very appetizingclick, click, click.His hands are tied, and those scalding eyes look up at me in excitement. I put a hand on that perfect chest and push him down until he’s lying on his back across the backseat of the police cruiser. I lean forward and take his handcuffed hands, putting his palms on my bare tits. His hands move obediently, and his thumbs slowly brush lightly over my nipples as I rest them there. Sharp pleasure sparks down me—a stuttering moan leaps from my lips as he strokes my nipples, the arousal crashing down and pooling between my legs. I lean my head back to moan for a moment. I move atop him, and I can feel his cock growing harder and harder under my thick thighs. As it jabs into my inner thigh, I shiver.

I want it. I want that thick cock rubbing the most sensitive part inside me.

I lean down, my eager hands reaching the inside of his waistband, slowly unbuckling his jeans to try and release him. Rufus moans again—this time, my name.

“Sarah… Oh, Sarah…”

“Sarah!”

I start—that’s not Rufus!

I glance up. I’m disoriented.

I’m back in the police station. I’m at my desk, and William stares at me oddly, a stack of papers in his hand.

Shit, I was daydreaming!

“Are you all right?” he asks me, “You look flushed. Do you feel okay?”

“Um—”

I shuffle around and try to get my bearings. I look down at the paperwork I was doing—I was just typing up a woman’s statement about the theft of a ring—with Roscoe probably being the culprit, as always.

God, how humiliating is it that I’d have a daydream likethatat work?!

I suck in a deep breath and try to shake off the reverie.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m all right. Did you need anything, Will?”

“I was told you still had cruiser four, Sheriff,” he says, “Do you still have the keys?”

It feels dirty, but I hand over the keys to the car.

It was just a daydream. No, it was just an intrusive thought—you didn’t actually have sex in a police car…

“Thanks,” Will says, “are you going to be heading off soon, or are you joining the next shift for overtime? Your shift ended an hour ago.”

I sigh. I know. The problem is that it’s book club tonight, being held at Lena’s. Where Lena will be, Cyrus will be. Where Cyrus will be, the rest of the Candara team won’t be far behind. That means I’ll have to see him again…

How am I supposed to face Rufus like that? He stayed the night after I was kidnapped, and we’retechnicallymarriednow, but we both just left the next morning with barely a word. I had to get to work, and he needed to report back to the Candara team. We just… didn’t talk about it, and I thought that suited me just fine.

But these damn daydreams don’t stop coming!

Why am I doing this? Why do I feel like this? Why can’t I get these sex dreams out of my mind?! I barely liked him as a person—why am I suddenly fantasizing about riding him every time my mind drifts off for a moment? I was never like this before!

“Sheriff?”

I start again; crap, William’s still here, staring at me.

“Sorry,” I say, “Did you say something?”

He's frowning hard at me.

“You should go home, Sheriff. You don’t seem well.”

“You’re probably right,” I sigh.

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