Page 40 of Perfect Harmony

“I – I poked you,” she squeaked out andthen cleared her throat. “It was hardly an assault.”

“How much have you had to drink?” he saidagain. “You were weaving.”

“Oh, for God’s sake. I was taking off my bra.”

“What?”

“My bra.” He was still holding her arms onthe top of her car, so she thrust her chin in the direction of her back seat. “Mybra’s in the back seat. I was taking it off while I was driving and that’s whyI weaved, okay?”

“Keep your hands on the top of the car,” hesaid. He released her hands and shone his flashlight in the back window. Herbra was lying on the seat and her cheeks burned as Gideon studied it beforeflicking off the light.

“Happy?” she said. “It was just a bit ofdistracted driving. If you don’t mind, I – oh God! Gideon wh-what is that?”

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The moment he saw the lacy pink bra in theback seat, all of the blood drained from Gideon’s head to his dick. It wentfrom half-hard to fully erect in less than five seconds. Grace wasn’t wearinga bra. She was wearing a thin dress and no bra. If he wanted to, he could tugdown that dress and lick and suck on her nipples. He’d finally know whatcolour they were, finally know how they’d taste, and how she would sound whenhe sucked on them.

Grace was speaking to him, but it was lostin the haze of lust that had descended over him. The sensible part of his brainwas screaming at him, but it was muffled and barely louder than a whisper. Hestepped closer and let his erection press against Grace’s lovely ass.

“Oh God!” she said. “Gideon, wh-what isthat?”

He stepped back. This was madness. Heneeded to tell her to get into her car and drive home. He opened his mouth andsaid, “Spread your legs.”

She stared over the top of her car as herfingers curled into tight fists. “Why?”

“You assaulted a police officer. I need tocheck you for weapons.” He pressed his cock against her ass again. His pulsepounded when her back arched just the tiniest amount at the contact. He staredat her upper back and shoulders. The thin straps of her dress were flushagainst her skin and he pictured sliding them down her arms. He placed his handson her wrists and lowered his mouth to her ear.

“Spread your legs for me, Gracie,” he saidin a low voice.

She moaned and spread her legs. He steppedbetween them and rested his dick against her ass. She moaned again, and henearly came in his fucking pants when she ground her ass against him.

“Don’t move,” he said harshly.

She stiffened, and he slowly slid his handsup her forearms to her upper arms. Her skin was satin soft, and he breathed inher delicious scent as he gently patted her upper arms.

“Gideon,” she whispered. “What are youdoing?”

“Checking you for weapons,” he said.

He curved his hands around her shoulders andstroked her upper chest. She twitched when he ran his fingers over hercollarbone.

“Stay still, Princess,” he said.

She shivered all over when he said hernickname. He ran his hands down her back to the generous curve of her waist.He cupped her waist and squeezed lightly before moving his hands to herstomach. He felt her suck it in as he stroked her round belly. He made anoise of disapproval and traced his finger along the curve of her lower belly.

“That tickles,” she said.

He moved his hands to her hips and cupped them.She inhaled sharply. “Gideon!”

“You’re not carrying anything that’s goingto hurt me, are you, Princess? Nothing concealed that will poke or stick me?”

“Where would I have it concealed?” shesaid.

He bit back his laughter as she said, “You’reone to talk about poking. I know that’s not your damn gun digging into my – ohmy God!”

He had crouched behind her and his hands weresliding up her calves. She started to close her legs and he slapped her rightcalf lightly. “Keep them open, Princess.”

She stopped moving and he murmured, “goodgirl” under his breath. Her delightful ass was right in his face and it wastaking all of his willpower not to bite one plump cheek. Instead he slid hishands up both her calves to her knees.

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