Daddy Undercover (Crescent Cove 9)

“Cuffs in a non-police situation? How very against regulations.” My voice was taunting and I knew it, but I didn’t care.

He hooked the cuffs around the railing and dragged me up against the pillowed bump on the seat. I locked my legs around him and ground my soaked panties against the bulging zipper of his jeans. I wouldn’t go easy.

Jared’s eyes blazed from my sudden attempt to fight back. Fierce and wild, his jaw clenched with his need to control.

I loved that side of him. Loved to tweak it and maybe even make him snap.

He tried to shake me free, but a lifetime of running around the diner finally paid off. I flexed my thighs tighter, and we stared one another down. His gaze dropped to my mouth then to my breasts heaving up over the cups with each undulation of my hips.

“Christ, you are so fucking hot.”

I grinned at him until he unhooked the clasp between my breasts and drew hard on my nipple. He was relentless with the each one until they were tight and a dark raspberry color from his attention and the brush of his beard. Now that he didn’t have to hold me down, he didn’t hesitate with the utter destruction of my will.

He watched me as he went lower, and my hold fell away in favor of the pleasure I’d trade for my melting resistance. As if I really wanted to hold out against the intensity he brought to these moments between us.

No, I’d gladly trade it for whatever he wanted from me.

He peeled me open like a present. My dress, my legs, my will, and in the end, I knew he’d give me everything. The cups of my bra puddled into my open dress as he redirected his efforts.

He flicked his tongue over the dip in my bellybutton and down to the high strings that clung to my hips. He slowly rolled them down then over my boots and tucked the lace into his pocket.

“Need another pair? Damn thief.”

He smirked and then there were no other words. My thoughts dissolved as he hollowed me out with his tongue and lapped me up like I was his favorite dessert. He held my legs splayed with no one around but him and the sky to see every part of me.

His thumb rubbed tight little circles around my clit. He sunk his teeth into my inner thigh and sucked and nipped until a bruise bloomed.

I hissed out a breath as the hint of pain ratcheted up the pleasure. The reminder would last in the days to come. He made another strong pulling mark on my other thigh just above my b

oot. All the while, that damn thumb left me on the edge.

The chain between his cuffs rattled against the railing as I instinctively wanted to touch, to grip his hair, his neck, his shoulders and drag him up and over me.

“Jared.”

He trailed the tip of his tongue along the inside of my thigh and the crease there just beside where I wanted him most. The same patient path wound around my pussy and finally, he brought two fingers in to give me a little relief.

Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

I bore down on those two fingers and saw him finally break. He was a fucking monster—I didn’t know how he held out like he did. My ass flexed as I lifted for more and was rewarded with what I wanted. His tongue and fingers made obscene noises as I flooded around him. Gave him everything.

“Dammit, inside me. I need you inside me.” Mindless, I rattled for my freedom, for him to get moving. To be as crazed as me.

His eyes said he was, as did the clench of his jaw as he finally knelt between my thighs and jerked the end of his belt to get it free from the buckle. I tried to hook my booted foot around his hip.

“Stay open, Bee. I’m too close to the edge.”

Thank God. It wasn’t just me. “What about me? Move faster. I’m going insane here, Brooks.”

Finally, his zipper parted, and he fisted himself. The ruddy tip peeked from the denim and cotton.

“Please.”

“Fuck, Bee.”

“Yes. Yes, that.” I licked my lips, my attention focused on the strong, thick length of him.