Page 52 of The County Line
She shakes her head as I tug gently on her wrist, pulling her onto my lap effortlessly. I hold her like that for a moment, her back pressed against my chest, loving the way she fits so neatly there like she belongs with me. My fingers move tentatively to her thighs to rest there. Her legs are so damn long and toned, I wantto wrap them around my waist, tie her into a pretzel and feel the strength behind them while I sink inside of her.
“Colt,” she says my name again, this time it’s a plea.
My fingers dance around the waist band of her pants, before I reach for the button, undo it then drag down the zipper. Each notch of it like my own brand of seduction.
“We can’t do this,” she whispers.
“Why not?” I ask, my fingers brushing over the silk of her underwear. It’s a contradiction with the uniform that I can’t get enough of—a hard, no-nonsense officer on the outside and yet inside, this soft, delicate thong covers her pussy I know is going to undo me. Just like Molly herself: tough and guarded with the world because she’s had to be, but underneath, she’s all warmth, a sweet, vulnerable center scared of getting hurt again.
“Because... I told you, I’m your parole officer,” she says, her voice catching. “I’m new to this job, and Ineedit. To survive.”
“You think I’d tell anyone?”
“I… what if someone walks in on us?”
“The door’s locked and there aren’t any cameras,” I murmur, leaning in to press my nose to her neck. I breathe her in, right over that fluttering pulse beneath her skin. She smells like sex and temptation, and it takes everything inside of me not to claim her outright. “It’s a private office building. People could be doing yoga in one room and God knows what in another. When I came in earlier, I saw a Zumba class in session with loud dance hall music. Trust me, Molly, I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
She bites her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, and nods, her resolve slipping. “What are you going to do?”
My fingers slip inside the front of her underwear, pushing the fabric aside as I drag them up through the outside of her slick,wet heat. The groan we let out at the same time is audible and in sync, just the way we’ve always been with each other. I swirl my pointer over her sensitive clit before plunging my middle finger deep inside of cunt, feeling her body tighten around me on command.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I whisper.
“Why not?” she pants, her voice breathless as I slide my fingers in and out, adding another to stretch her.
I’m surprised by the tone of disappointment in her voice. If she’d been cautious before, it wasn’t on account of her not wanting me to. She’s soaked, and I can feel her trembling with need as I scissor my fingers inside of her, teasing her closer to a release.
“Because you don’t deserve to be fucked by a felon in some shitty office in Whitewood Creek while you’re in uniform,” I say, my voice low and rough as I watch her come undone while she squirms on top of my lap. My cock is hard as stone, aching against the zipper. “And because I swore that I’d never let a woman who could destroy me get that close again.”
“I would never.”
I raise a brow then tilt her chin to the side so that I can get a good look in her eyes. “Oh, I think you could definitely destroy me, Molly.”
A shiver runs up her spine as I continue to pump my fingers in and out while her hips grind down into me. I brush the hair away from her neck, so that I can access it again before kissing then biting down on the smooth flesh savagely. She gasps at the sensation but doesn’t tell me to stop. I’m sure it’ll be a mark, but I want to leave one there, and everywhere else on her body. Marks of passion, and love, to show her and everyone else that she’s mine. Always has been.
My one hand holds her in place, rubbing her ass back and forth against my hardened cock while the other presses into her tight cunt.
“Ride my hand and come on it like a good girl now,” I command.
She grinds down into me harder as my fingers pick up their pace. “Do you think you can take a third?” I brush the heel of my palm into her clit, pushing firmly while sucking and biting at her neck.
“Yes…” she hisses, and I plunge a third inside, pumping viciously, taking the orgasm from inside of her like its mine to have. As it crests, I guide her face to the side to meet mine and cover her mouth with my lips to swallow her moans.
She clenches around my fingers, her body pulsing in waves as she whimpers against my kiss. I suck on her tongue, swallowing the noises spilling from her lips, stealing every sound that she makes so no one else can hear them. When she finally stills, melting into me like soft clay, I remove my fingers and hold her tight around her waist.
“So fucking pretty when you come, Molly,” I whisper, brushing back the damp with sweat hair from her neck to nip at where I was kissing.
Suddenly, a flicker of realization crosses her face, sharp and immediate.
“Fuck!” she whispers, jerking upright as if she was struck by lightning. She scrambles to zip up her uniform, her hands trembling slightly as she tucks in her shirt. “We shouldn’t have done that, Colt. I have a client I’m supposed to meet with next in this building!”
I’m still hard, the ache relentless as I palm myself through my jeans. Her eyes dart down despite herself and her lips part on a gasp. I press against the bulge with my hand, firmly,deliberately, knowing she remembers exactly how I looked when I touched myself. T
he thought crosses my mind—should I do it now, jerk off with her watching again just to see how she’d react?
“Colt…” she warns, her voice full of want. I bet she’d drop to her knees right here like a good girl if I asked her to. Then she glances at her watch, swearing under her breath again. “Shit. I’ve got to go.”
“Well, don’t let me keep you.” I lean back in my chair, my hand still resting on my cock, and let my lips curve into a slow smirk. Her gaze flickers between my face and my jeans, hesitation warring with her better judgment. “I think you know I can handle this just fine on my own. You don’t have to stick around.”
