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“Fuck that,” he growled, tossing me down on the seat. He was between my legs in seconds, holding his body up with only his arms as he started thrusting hard inside me. I held onto his shoulders, gripping them hard as my head banged against the door.

“Fucking come!” he growled, sliding his hand down to my pussy.

I felt him pinch my clit, and that was it.

I clenched around him, squeezing him like I had out in the forest. He cried out as he stilled inside me, panting hard from holding himself up for so long and fucking me hard.

When he collapsed on top of me, I felt the car come to a sudden stop and remembered where we were.

“Oh shit,” I whispered.

We were about to be found out. I knew it. But Patrick didn’t seem to care. His lips pressed kisses all over my face and down my neck as if we had all the time in the world. I started tapping my hand against his shoulder, but he still didn’t move away.

“Let them fucking find us,” he grumbled.

“Patrick!”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“I do! I’m naked!”

“And I’m between your legs. They’ll see my ass before they see yours.”

I slapped him on the back, but all he did was lower his head to my nipple and suck harder. I moaned loudly, but that was cut off the moment I heard the voices outside the car.

“Sir, is there someone in the back?”

I stilled and so did Patrick.

“Roll down the back window, please.”

“Fuck—”

The window rolled down before Patrick could finish his thought. I maneuvered my head so I could see out the window and smiled at the police officer taking off his sunglasses.

“Is there a problem, officer?”

“I think I’ve gotten in more trouble with you than I have in my entire life,” I said as I paced the jail cell. “I’ve never been to prison before!”

“This is not prison,” Patrick sighed. “This is jail.”

“In a small town!” I shouted, turning to face him. “Did you see that cop? He looked like he would arrest us and throw away the key!”

“Look, Chase will work this out. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry?” I laughed. “I have no ID. I have no way of proving who I am!”

He lounged back on the bench, crossing his arms over his chest. “And like I said, it won’t be a problem. We are a security company. We have a legitimate reason to keep your identity a secret.”

I snorted at that. “Yeah, if I was in danger and in need of your services.”

“He doesn’t know that.”

“No, but how can you prove it? I mean, they could throw me in prison and toss away the key! And no one would be able to save me because I have no identity.”

“Again, they don’t throw you in prison for car sex,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Maybe not you. You’re all hunky and you have that smile and…you have a gimpy leg. They’ll let you go in an instant.”

“And you’re sexy as hell. You think they’re going to send you to prison just because your hair is messy?”

“Okay, I might be panicking just a little,” I said, bending over at the waist.

“A little?”

I took deep breaths and tried to calm my racing heart. Every time I thought too much about our present circumstances, I thought I would vomit. “I am most definitely never doing that again.”

“Sex?”

“Car sex.”

A low growl emanated from the bench. “Don’t even fucking talk to me about sleeping with other men when I’m still here.”

“Oh, like you’re not thinking about what you might do when we part ways?”

He shrugged lightly. “Hadn’t even thought about it. Your pussy is the only thing on my mind.”

“How sweet,” I snapped.

“I thought it was. You know, you’re getting way too worked up about this. You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“Really? I jumped out of a plane because of you!”

A door slammed and I spun around, racing to the jail cell door just as the officer walked in.

“You have to let me out of here! You have no idea what I’ve been through!”

“Your friend was telling me all about it. Not sure I believe any of it,” he muttered.

“Which part? I asked incredulously.

“The whole thing, frankly.”

I couldn’t believe this. “It’s all true.”

“Yeah? So, you really did meet this guy and just get on a private plane with him?”

“Yes!”

“And why would you do that?” He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at me.

“Because I was running from my fiancé!”

“Was he hurting you?”

“No, but I sort of pissed him off when I rubbed his clothes with insulation.”

His eyes narrowed at me, so I hurried on. “He had it coming. He cheated on me the day after he proposed! What was I supposed to do?”

Patrick snorted from behind me, but I ignored him. He wasn’t doing me any favors right now.

“Can’t say I disagree with you there—if it’s true,” the cop said.

“It is! And he got rid of all my things, so I had to sneak into his office and find out where he sent all my stuff. But then he walked in on me and found me hiding in his closet at work, so I took off, but his goons followed me.”

“They chased you down, huh?”

“Yes! And I got to the airport and snuck past security?—”

“Piper—”

I ignored Patrick and finished my story. “—and traded clothes with a stewardess.”

“How’d you manage that?”

“A girl said I was walking her to the gate. She was only like fifteen, so they bought it.”

He nodded, and again, Patrick tried to intervene, but I pressed on.

“So, then I ran into Patrick and he took me with him, but when we were being chased, we stole a plane and took off. Except, somebody didn’t know how to fly the plane and we nearly hit another plane mid-air!

We had to jump out and I didn’t even have a parachute!

He just latched me to him with a makeshift harness! ”

I heard Patrick groan behind me, but pressed on.

“And then we were almost eaten by a bear! I lost my best friend’s shoes that she made me promise to return to her, and then he stepped in front of the bear for me and nearly got maimed to death?—”

“Was this before or after you lost your shoe?” the office asked.

“Before and after,” I cried. “I lost one when we were jumping out of the plane. And then I had to basically carry him to a cabin and break in so we could survive the night. It was horrible!”

The cop nodded, eyeing me warily. “Is that so?”

“I swear! Every second of it. It was horrible!”

“So…vandalism, theft, stealing private property, destroying private property, breaking and entering…am I missing anything?”

Confused, I looked back at Patrick, who was pinching the bridge of his nose again.

“What?”

“Just racking up the list of charges,” the cop chuckled. “Thanks for the help.”

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell he was talking about, but the door slammed behind him as he walked out. “What just happened?”

Patrick chuckled, leaning back against the wall. “Well, you just gave him everything he needed to get that prison sentence you thought you were going to have.”