But this one… He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but it was almost like she was enjoying herself, not in the slightest bit interested in how much trouble she could be in. She was a knockout, a girl-next-door innocence in a fuck-me elegant black cocktail dress. It had a low back held together with one horizontal strip that passed just beneath her bare shoulder blades, just wide enough to cover a bra strap. Below it, the cut of the dress dipped to the small of her back, increasing his focus on a perfectly shaped pert ass that he’d like to grip with both hands as he bent her over the hood of his car. Hell. Though he was getting harder by the minute, he was just going to have to grit his teeth and bear it. This wasn’t his jurisdiction, but he lived out here. The county sheriff wouldn’t mind him putting a little fear of God into a reckless driver. He would mind him fucking her senseless up against the side of his car. The lacy dangling strap of her garters he’d glimpsed teased his imagination.
