Page 64 of Maid in America

Barrett nodded and held his hand out. “You have my word, John.”

The officer’s hand shook his with enough force to make Barrett grunt in pain. “Seriously. No more bullshit. Stay outta trouble.”

John led Barrett out to the lobby. The door to the intake area closed behind them with a jarring slam.

Chastity and Rachel stood up in unison. He smiled at Chastity, raced to her, and clutched her in his arms, hugging her tightly. He kissed the top of her bright-colored head and pulled away.

“This is my friend, Rachel. We came together, so I had to have her…” Chastity trailed off, smiling at Barrett.

“Thanks for teaching that dick a lesson,” Rachel said, her long brown hair flowing over her skintight spandex outfit with heels that made her almost as tall as Barrett. He silently wondered how she could walk in those things.

“I wasn’t just gonna stand around and do nothing.”

“Next timeyou will,” John said, butting in from the windowed area to the back.

Chastity tilted up her head, pressed a kiss to Barrett’s lips, and held it, breathing in the smell of his woody cologne on his skin. She gripped his white T-shirt and pulled him closer.

“Soooo, am I good to go here?” Rachel said, pointing to the front door anxiously.

Barrett pulled away and smiled, Little Red’s lipstick all over his mouth. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll get her home safely.”

TheRabbit Runlot was nearly full. The ride back had been full of topical chatter about the costume party and the woman working intake at the jail who had a mustache that could rival any man’s.

Barrett opened the Jeep’s door and helped her out. Chastity stared up at the stars and laughed quietly.

Barrett leaned against the SUV, looking down at her with a look of humored confusion. “Everything alright?”

“Oh.” She tried to quell the laughter. “I’m terrified that I almost got roofied tonight. But I’m laughing because of the look that man gave you right before you clobbered him,” she giggled, “It wasliterallylike…deer in the headlights.”

Barrett chuckled, eyes skimming over the lines of her body, nearly a silhouette against the mountains, skin washed pale by the moon. Her jasmine perfume tickled at his nose.

Her eyes met his, body inching toward him until their lips met again, tongues alive and melding. She leaned against him, gripping her fingers into his tee, dragging him closer.

Together, they were candles, dancing in the shadows of night, desperately seeking to sustain their flames through the burning heat of one another.

He groaned as she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down ever-so-gently.

He pressed his hard length against her thigh, hands caressing the bare skin of her ass below her costume. She reached down and massaged the bulge between his legs. His fingers roamed higher, exposing more of her skin to the frigid night air.

Suddenly, a pair of headlights flicked on behind them, bathing them in blinding light. Barrett’s hand retreated, not needing a public indecency charge to add to his list of the night’s offenses. Finally, the vehicle switched to its low beams and passed them to exit the lot.

Barrett grinned, lips red from the remnants of her makeup.

“You want to come upstairs for a bit?”

He looked at his watch. “I wish I could, but as of right now, if I go straight home, I will getmaybethree and a half hours of sleep before I have to be at a client’s house way out on 191.”

“Damn.” She smoothed the short front of her outfit, hand continuing down to a spot between her thighs. “Guess I’ll just have to dream of you, then.”

He groaned, dick swelling at the thought of Chastity masturbating to a mental image of him beneath her covers.

“Maybe this is the part where you give me your real number.”

She shrugged. “Or… maybe this is the part where you ask me out on a proper date.”

Barrett laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets to distract from the tented fabric his erection was creating. “This is officially the hardest I have ever worked for a girl’s number.”

“Good.” She smirked.

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