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“Shit,” he says, his hand on the wheel tightening. “You being serious, baby?”

“Yes,” I admit, my thumb working circles into my clit. “Wanted to join the force just to be closer to you.”

“I couldn’t let you do that,” he growls. “It’s my job to protect you. I couldn’t let you put yourself in danger.”

“I’m not strong enough to be an officer anyway,” I admit, my voice hitching. “I was heartbroken when I realized that I wouldn’t be able to meet you.”

“But you did meet me,” he says. “You met me, and now you’re mine. You won’t have to worry about anything again. While you’re with me, you’re never going to be heartbroken again. You’re never going to be sad. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“Want you to take care of me,” I say, my head falling back against the seat. “Please, daddy. Please.”

Noah lets go of my hand, and I miss the contact. But, when I look over, I realize that he’s palming himself through his uniform pants. The sight is so erotic to me that I moan. My voice echoes in the cab, and his own groan joins the symphony of ecstasy.

My fingers work even faster, and my thighs start to shake. As my abdomen tightens, I know that I’m about to fall right over the edge. And, next to me, Noah is making his own low, sultry noises.

All of my senses are heightened. I’m acutely aware of each sound Noah makes beside me, the way that the leather of theseat feels against my backside, and the way he smells beside me – a mix of mint and pine.

“Daddy,” I groan, my toes curling in my shoes.

“You close, baby?” he asks, pulling the car over. I don’t know where we are, but I don’t care. I have his full attention on me now. “You gonna cum for daddy?”

“Uh-huh,” I confirm.

I think that Noah is saying something else, but I can’t decipher it. All of my blood rushes to my ears, the first pulses of my pleasure sinking into my skin. My eyes fall closed, and my mouth falls open.

A breath is punched out of me as I cum hard. My whole body quivers. I keep stimulating myself, rubbing circles into my clit as my orgasm grows.

Fireworks erupt behind my closed eyelids. The fingers inside of my pussy grow wetter and wetter. My juices spill over my palm and onto the seat. My gasps and whimpers fill the cab as I work myself through my pleasure.

“Jesus Christ,” Noah curses, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Baby girl, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait anymore. I need to get inside you. Right now.”

Chapter Nine

Noah

I’m so hard that I’m leaking in my boxers. The noises Riley made, the way she writhed in her seat, it was so erotic. My intention was to get her to my house so I could fuck her in my bed, but I can’t wait. My restraint only goes so far.

“Get in the back seat,” I tell her, getting out of the car and going around to the back door.

Riley, the cute little thing that she is, doesn’t even get out of the vehicle. She just climbs over the center console into the back seat. I’ve never been so glad that I don’t have a standard squad car with a cage between the driver’s seat and the back passengers.

She’s blushing bright red as she settles next to me. I grab onto her cheeks, taking a moment to admire her. There’s a light sheen of sweat over her forehead, and her lips are parted slightly. I lean in, connecting our mouths in a gentle kiss, needing to get a taste of her.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, baby girl,” I say, holding onto her chin so we can look each other in the eyes.

Her pupils are blown wide. Each time she exhales, I can taste the lust that’s imbued in every fiber of her. I have to lean back in to get another taste.

I shove my tongue into her mouth. Riley moans, tilting her head to the side to give me a better angle. I nip at her bottom lip before plunging my tongue back in. Kissing her is intoxicating. I’m already addicted.

While we’re making out, she starts to get bold. Her hand falls onto my knee, and she squeezes gently. Her confidence is bolstered when I pull her closer, and she shifts her touch up to my thigh. My cock throbs in my pants, practically screaming for her touch.

I don’t know if she’s satisfying my need or her own curiosity, but that pretty little hand continues to climb higher. Then, finally, she gives me what I’ve been wanting. Her palm lands on my bulge.

“Oh fuck,” I say as she applies pressure.

I can’t wait any longer. With a growl, I move far enough away from her to take off my belt. I get it undone, and then I slide out of my pants. They land in a pile on the floor of my car, and I grab onto Riley, yanking her onto my lap.

“Daddy?” she asks, her eyes wide and curious.