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“This is a bad idea.”
Lucy gave him a look that made Tim’s entire body tighten.
Oh God, he was so very fucked.
“A change of perspective is a good thing.” She kissed him, lightly brushing her lips across his. “Keeps your mind open.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure this applies to this situation.”
Tim drew in a sharp breath when she shifted her weight, her hip bone pressing right against his erection.
Fuck.
“Also, I’m very open-…”
His breath hitched because Lucy cupped him through the fabric of his pants then.
Hard—like she meant business.
“…minded,” he pressed out.
Fuck. Fuck.
How the hell did he end up here?
Tim stared at the ceiling.
Definitely a new perspective for him. Not the first time he was lying in the back of a shop, but certainly the first time he was doing so with his girlfriend on top of him.
His girlfriend, who’d somehow talked him into this and was now straddling him, tugging her shirt off to reveal her generous breasts in all their glory.
No bra. Of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Clearly, she was trying to kill him.
“This is a bad idea,” he repeated even as his cock twitched against her thigh.
“You said that already. You want me to stop?”
She looked down at him.
Pupils blown.
Flushed cheeks.
Loose hair.
Tim groaned.
“No.”
And then he reached for her breasts, because how could he not? Soft and heavy, her nipples already hardened into enticing peaks he wanted to lick and suck and bite.
Yup, he was so fucked.
Lucy’s hands slid slowly down his chest, lower, lower and lower until her wrist brushed along the hard line of his erection. Softly this time, unintentionally. But enough.
God.
“You look so hot in that uniform.”
Low. Husky. Hungry.
And the way her gaze swept over him—with a quiet intensity, a sense of need that was new. Not completely, no. He had noticed it before, but today it was… more, her desire for him spilling out of her, uncontained.
Still—
They’d certainly had sex in crazy places before, but this was… insane. And against the rules. So very much against the rules.
Again, how the hell did he end up here?
“I’ve been wanting to do this forever.”
She undid his belt with a soft clink, her fingers hovering just above his cock, not touching him now. Intentionally. But also enough—his hips bucked up involuntarily.
Oh, fuck it. This was happening.
Tim surged upwards to find her mouth. “Do what forever?” he rasped against her lips.
“Have sex with you in the back of the shop while you’re wearing that uniform.”
She kissed him. Softly, not at all like he’d expected.
“But…”
“But what?”
“But now I think I’ll just go down on you and save the other stuff for later.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, her lashes fluttering up. She met his gaze, held it—and the intensity of it sent a surge of arousal through him.
It still didn’t prepare him for what she said next.
“Be wet all day waiting for you to come home and fuck me.”
Lucy crushed her mouth against his, and Tim’s brain short-circuited.
Like—what ?
His lips parted automatically, the kiss hot and demanding and maybe a little desperate, too. There was barely room to move in this confined space, but the way she shifted on his lap, his erection pressing against her centre, made him see stars.
Be wet all day waiting for you to come home and fuck me.
Tim should be used to her saying stuff like that—and yet it kept catching him by surprise. His mind helpfully supplied him with a visual: Lucy splayed on the bed, smiling that sultry smile of hers that was really more of a smirk, her skin glowing in the candlelight.
Legs parted.
Wet and glistening and ready.
A memory, not just a fantasy—she’d done just that a few nights ago.
God.
She was crazy , sometimes.
In the best way.
And he loved it—even if it led to questionable decisions.
Like sex in the back of the shop.
Tim groaned into her mouth, hips moving to grind against her. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip, softly at first, a gentle tease—and then she bit down. The sharp sting made his entire body jerk.
Jesus.
“Babe,” he started, but he felt her shake his head, her breath hot on his face when she briefly broke away.
“Stop talking. We don’t have a lot of time. At some point Miles will start wondering what’s taking you so long. Now touch me.”
“Giving me orders, are—”
Lucy smashed her lips against his and shut him up. One hand curled around the back of his neck, fingers biting into his skin.
The other trailed slowly down his chest.
And down.
And down.
And past the waistband of his boxers.
“Touch me,” she said again, very much an order now, her hand hovering just above his erection. Teasing. Tantalising. Close enough for him to feel the heat of her palm… but not close enough to touch.
She was killing him here.
Tim curved his hands around her breasts, thumbs flicking over her taut nipples. A quiet sigh slipped from her lips, the softest of sounds—and it still shot straight into his cock.
Lucy’s eyes fluttered shut as he touched his mouth to the hollow of her throat.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “A little crazy, but beautiful.”
She made soft sound that may or may not have been a laugh—and then she finally, finally wrapped her hand around his cock.
Firm. Insistent.
Her thumb slowly circled the tip, already slick with arousal.
A low groan caught in the back of his throat.
More.
“When you get home tonight,” she breathed, “I want you to cuff me to the bed…”
Um…
Tim’s mind momentarily checked out.
What?
“…and use a new toy on me that I bought today.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to scrape enough brain cells together to remember how to form words.
Sort of.
“What…” He cleared his throat. “Um, what kind of toy?”
Lucy met his eyes.
“The kind that vibrates.”
Um… Okay…?
A slightly amused look and a faint smirk that should have been a warning.
“The kind that makes me scream if you do your job right.”
Tim had absolutely no time at all to process that before she gave his cock a not-so-gentle squeeze and his entire body went rigid for a moment, abs clenching.
As if he was going to tell her no.
He never told her no.
His inability to resist her—and the lack of judgement he was currently displaying—should probably worry him.
Yeah, no. It should definitely worry him.
Part of him was starting to think—well, hoping, really—that maybe he was still asleep and dreaming this whole… thing up.
It was—
It was—
Insane.
Yeah. His girlfriend was insane.
And he was insane for letting her do this to him. He was a forty-five-year-old man, for God’s sake—not some hormonal teenager who let his dick make decisions for him.
Uh-huh.
He should’ve known that she was up to something, too. There’d been clues.
Calling him in the middle of his shift when she should’ve gone to bed hours ago, for example.
Okay, maybe not the most obvious clue—she had two days off coming up.
But asking him to meet her in this narrow side alley and ditch Miles?
Yeah, that should’ve raised his suspicions. At least a little.
And what definitely should’ve clued him in? Her eyes dropping to his body cam, the message clear. And then, once that was off and unclipped, her asking to turn off the shop cams too and log it as a “malfunction” with Motors later.
Really.
Change of perspective, my ass.
It couldn’t have been any more obvious than that, could it?
This was insane
And he’d still followed her lead when she pushed him into the back and crawled on top of him despite knowing he shouldn’t.
She had him wrapped .
So—no, not a dream.
Like his subconscious would ever dream up something like this, anyway. Sure, sex in the shop was a fantasy he occasionally entertained, especially after April Fool’s. But casually dropping lines about sex toys and what she wanted him to do to her with those?
Yeah, no.
That was all Lucy.
So—yeah, he was about to get his brains blown out. And then probably have even more incredible sex tonight.
Lucy kissed him then. Open-mouthed and wet, her tongue sliding over his lips. His cock twitched in her grasp because of course he imagined what it would feel like when she licked down his length and took him in her mouth and—
She squeezed. Hard.
His mind went blank.
He couldn’t remember what he’d been thinking about.
Couldn’t even remember why he’d thought this was a bad idea.
More. He wanted more.
No.
Needed more.
Now.
Lucy slid down his body, hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled.
His erection sprang free, and all he could do was watch, mind hazy, body already drawn tight.
Her smile.
That look she gave him, eyes heavy-lidded with her own pleasure.
Hair brushing against his cock, soft as silk, as she tilted her head and leaned in, lips parting…
And again all Tim could do was watch, pulse roaring in his ears, heart pounding in his chest and his legs beginning to hurt because this space was really not designed for men his size, not that it mattered, because her mouth closed around him then, engulfing him and—
Oh— God.
Hot.
Wet.
He dug his fingers into his thighs. Hard.
Groaned as he fought for control to keep from bucking up into her mouth because—
Hot.
And wet.
So very wet.
She swiped her tongue down his length, her lips sealed around him.
Just once.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Like she was savouring him.
But it still sent a jolt straight through his spine that made every nerve-ending sing and sizzle with need.
More.
So hot.
So wet.
His hips wanted to jerk up instinctively every time she dragged her tongue over him, and it took no longer than a few moments before his thighs started trembling with the effort of restraining himself—of not surrendering just yet.
She’d barely begun, and he was already on the verge of losing control.
She licked her way back up, tongue swirling around the tip and tasting his arousal.
Again slowly, again deliberately.
Taking her time with him—the same way he always took his time with her to make her feel good and loved and desired.
Lucy must have felt his gaze. She looked up, met his eyes—and slid her hand in his, fingers interlacing. Not just holding on to him but giving him something to hold on too, the touch of her hand an anchor—even as the touch of her mouth set out to wreck him.
One last glance. The ghost of a smile.
No teasing now.
Just love.
Just the desire to make him feel good.
I love you .
She set a gentle rhythm as her mouth moved on him, licking and sucking, her tongue slowly gliding up and down. His abs clenched in rippling waves, slowly at first, then gathering force—and Tim let his head fall back, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the sensation flowing through his body.
The warmth of her mouth, the slick drag of her tongue—he arched, helpless, hips shifting restlessly against the seat. He clawed at his thigh, desperate not to give in to the raw need pulsing through him, battling the unbearable urge to just thrust up, up, up into that wet heat.
A firm squeeze of her hand. A hum at the back of her throat that vibrated up his spine all the way to his scalp and made his skin feel too tight.
Giving him permission, maybe. He wasn’t sure. But he gave in anyway—bucked up into her mouth with a ragged, guttural groan of relief, falling into the rhythm she’d set. The pressure at the base of his spine started to build like waves in the wind, every lick and swirl of her tongue driving them higher and higher. Building and building and building still , every muscle in his body drawn so tight he could barely breathe.
He drew in a shallow breath, then another one, but his head started spinning anyway, white pinpricks blooming behind his eyelids. He was close now, so very, very close, the wave almost cresting.
Her mouth formed a hot, wet seal around him as her tongue slid down his length—taking in as much of him as she could fit, his tip nudging against the back of her throat. Her free hand grazed his inner thigh, her touch searing, before gently cupping his balls. A light squeeze first, then a firmer one—as if she could read his mind and knew exactly what he craved, what would send him over the edge.
Tim blindly threated his fingers through her hair, just to have something to hold on to, the silky strands in his grasp grounding in their own way as the pressure inside him built.
He forced his eyes open, made himself look —and the view knocked the breath out of him, his cock twitching in her mouth.
Her lips, red and swollen, moving up and down his glistening erection.
Her eyes closed, brows drawn together in intense focus, her face framed by waves of wild hair.
Oh God oh God oh God.
The rhythm of his hips started to falter. The pressure was everywhere now, in his back, his abs, his thighs. Making his skin feel too tight for his body, too small for what was building inside him.
Close.
Almost there.
His ears started ringing, heart beating madly against his ribs: thud thud thud.
And then she let him pop out of her mouth, the sudden lack of sensation torture.
No no no.
Tim stared at her, helpless, jaw working, wanted to say something, anything…
Don’t stop why are you stopping don’t stop!
…but didn’t remember how.
“Do you want to come on my breasts?” Lucy whispered, the huskiness of her voice sliding over him like silk.
Tim’s lips moved soundlessly, his gaze dropping to her breasts when she sat back a little. Full. Flushed. Her nipples still tight buds waiting to be licked and sucked.
He groaned.
“Tell me you want to come on my breasts, and I’ll let you.”
A challenge.
Of course.
She just could not resist a challenge.
He closed his eyes.
He shouldn’t.
Opened them again.
Focused.
He really, really shouldn’t.
“Yes.”
A hoarse rasp.
“Yes, what? Spell it out for me, Tim.”
He stared at her.
She was insane.
She was blowing him in the back of a police vehicle while he was on duty and making him ask to come on her breasts.
She was insane.
“Come on,” she coaxed.
A broken groan as he tried to remember how to speak.
“Come on. Tell me.”
He blinked.
Blinked again.
And he was insane, too.
“Yes.” Barely a whisper. “Yes, I want to come on your breasts. Please. Please. ”
She smiled—and then her mouth was on him again, sucking and licking relentlessly.
Faster.
Her mouth hot and wet, the flick of her tongue on his tip suddenly electric, almost too much. His entire body jerked, and his hand clenched around hers in a crushing grip. A tiny pause—and she did it again. Just the lightest of licks, but it shot through his body like lightning.
Too much, too much—but not enough.
Not enough.
More .
His hips bucked, thrusting deep into her mouth.
Another lick.
His breath hitched, every muscle in his body starting to seize up.
Not enough.
More.
Another lick, her hand wrapped tightly around his base.
Not—
The orgasm tore through him suddenly, wrenching a raw groan from deep in his chest. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his mind split apart under the force of it, his body pulsing and clenching.
“Look at me,” Lucy demanded—and Tim forced his eyes open.
Watched her sit back a little, one hand on his thigh, curled into his, the other still tightly wrapped around his length. Watched as he spilled himself all over her heaving breasts, his release shimmering against her flushed skin, a pearlescent white.
Tim slumped down, eyes closed now, barely able to feel his legs. Or any part of his body, really. His breath came in ragged bursts, his rapid heartbeat drowning out the ringing in his ears. He was vaguely aware of Lucy crawling up his chest, of her lips against the side of his neck, of her hand curving tenderly around his cheek. Somehow, he remembered how to move his arms—just enough to wrap them around her, holding her close, her warm weight heavy and grounding.
“You okay there?” she asked softly, her thumb tracing gentle circles on his cheek. Calming. Grounding. Slowly bringing him down from his high.
Tim managed to open his eyes, dazed, staring stupidly at the ceiling.
“Uh-huh.”
What the hell just happened?
Lucy laughed quietly. “You might want to change your shirt. Sorry.”
“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled weakly and drew a shaky breath.
“I love you.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw.
“I love you too.” He turned his head, his neck protesting. “But you’re a menace. ”
“You love that about me.”
“True,” he allowed.
“I was thinking…”
“Uh-oh.”
“Shut up.” She lightly smacked his chest, lips curved into a smile. “I was going to get some boxes today.”
“So you bought a vibrator instead. That tracks.”
A quiet huff. “I got distracted. Besides, I was thinking that I should probably, I don’t know, do inventory first. Make an Excel spreadsheet, catalogue all my stuff. See what I want to keep, what to donate, you know.”
“Yeah, sure. Or you could just make a list, you know. Pen and paper.”
Lucy snorted. “No. No. I want to do this properly.”
“Okay,” Tim mumbled, because this wasn’t something he was ever going to win—and didn’t care to. His brain was only just restarting, his ears still ringing.
“That’s your phone,” Lucy said suddenly, twisting in his hold—probably to look at it. “I think Miles tried calling you a few times.”
Right.
So the ringing hadn’t been just in his head. Leave it to his rookie to kill the mood.
“What time is it?”
“Just past one.”
Well, shit. He’d ditched Miles over forty minutes ago.
“I should probably answer,” Tim groaned. “ Before he tries calling me on the radio. I don’t need people gossiping.”
“Yeah.” Lucy shifted her weight, rolling off him and then clambering out, so he could sit up.
But the ringing stopped before Tim could pull himself up.
For a moment, he was distracted by the sight of her bare breasts, still sticky with his release, and blinked because…
What the hell ?!
He’d just let his girlfriend give him a blowjob in the back of his shop. And he’d come all over her breasts, too, leaving God knew what for the cleaning crew to find in the process.
Lucy found a tissue to clean herself before slipping back into her shirt. The lack of a bra suddenly made Tim suspect a certain degree of premeditation. Well, obviously she’d given some thought to the where and the how . She was a planner. But she knew as well as he did that what they’d just done could get them in a lot of trouble if they were ever found out. No way had she not thought about it before. And she’d decided to do it anyway.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he pulled up his pants and tucked everything back where it belonged. A little awkwardly, because he was still sitting in the backseat, feet out on the pavement—but he didn’t think he could get up just yet, his legs still weak and shaky.
“Never better.” She gave him a smile, leaned past him to grab his duty belt from the footwell and held it out to him. “Looking forward to tonight, though. A lot. Because, you know...” A tiny smirk. “You owe me.”
“Um…”
Tim’s radio crackled to life before he could come up with a reply, Miles clearly at the end of his patience.
Damnit.
“I’ll be right back, I needed to take care of something,” Tim snapped, his tone harsher than his rookie deserved. “Five minutes.”
He finally stood then, head spinning—
Shit! This really just happened!
—and went to open the trunk to get his spare shirt while Lucy watched him, car keys dangling from her hand.
“Your place tonight, then?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said slowly as he unbuttoned his stained shirt, ignoring the tremor in his fingers. Not that he was opposed to more sex, especially the kind of inventive sex Lucy came up with, but something about this felt… off. Or not off, exactly. Just like… he was missing something.
“Okay. See you tonight then.” She pecked him on the cheek, the tender kiss a jarring contrast to the filthy things she’d said and done just moments earlier.
It gave Tim whiplash.
He watched her walk to her car, glancing over her shoulder with one last smile before she got in and drove off.
He stuffed his shirt in the bag, pulled out his spare, put it on. Then he clipped on his badge but paused mid-movement because that was when it hit him. Really hit him.
He had just let his girlfriend give him a blowjob in the back of his shop. He’d done stupid stuff before—on occasion—but there was reckless and there was potentially career-wrecking. And this? This was definitely the latter.
Inappropriate use of department property.
Sexual activity while on duty.
If this came out, his judgement and professionalism—and hers, too—would be called into question, and rightly so.
Had he lost his damn mind ?
God, he had absolutely no self-control when it came to Lucy.
Be wet all day waiting for you to come home and fuck me.
Oh God.
Tim swallowed.
She’d been… intense. In capital letters. And she could be—he loved that. But this ? This was insane. Even for Lucy.
He made himself move and slammed the trunk shut.
Insane. Definitely insane.
Also in capital letters.
What was going on?