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Lucy: You sure you can’t call in sick?
Tim groans when he sees the photo that accompanies her text. She’s in her bra and panties. Her very lacy, not very practical bra and panties. She’s kneeling on her bed, legs spread, and her hair and makeup are flawless as she pouts up at the camera.
Not for the first time, he curses himself for volunteering to cover Jan’s midnight shift. Of course, he didn’t know he’d have this waiting for him back when he agreed to the switch.
Tim: Fuck, Lucy.
Lucy: That’s the idea…
This is revenge for last weekend. He knows he deserves it. But she was choosing not to be with him; this matter is out of his hands entirely. Given the option, he’d always choose Lucy.
To be with Lucy, that is. Physically.
Tim: I’ll come over as soon as my shift is over.
Lucy: Hmm…you can try, but I might be getting a different wake up call.
She sends another selfie, this time she’s fully dressed, but her low-cut top and skin-tight jeans leave little to the imagination. She’s going out with her Academy buddies again tonight and it looks like she’s on the prowl.
He feels jealousy bubble up and tries to tamp it down. She’s not his. They’re not dating, and they’ve never said this thing is exclusive (though he has zero interest in playing the field). She has every right to pick someone up for the night…or longer if that’s what she wants.
Tim doesn’t let himself think about why that possibility makes his heart race and his gut twist.
Tim: Oh? You gonna give the old guy a shot, after all?
Lucy: Well he’s not abandoning me in my time of need…
He growls, wondering if he should fake food poisoning to get out of work.
Tim: Are you sure he can even still get it up?
Lucy: They make pills for that.
Locking his phone, Tim weighs his options. So far, his shift has been uneventful. He’d dare even say the “Q” word (except he’s not a dumbass). He plots as he drives, now happier than ever that Lucy lives on Jan’s beat.
When he spots the familiar orange Datsun heading in the direction of O’Leary’s, he calls himself in on a personal before hitting the lights and siren.
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Lucy curses when she realizes she’s the one getting pulled over. She wasn’t speeding, clearly used her turn signal, and her vehicle, while wholly unreliable, is not in violation of any codes. What the hell is she getting stopped for?
She briefly considers calling Tim, but they’re not even supposed to know each other. Having him bail her out of a jam would shine a light on their relationship that neither of them needs. Turning into an empty parking lot, she turns off the engine and rolls her window down, papers at the ready.
The officer approaches, but it’s not until he is at her window that she recognizes him in the dark.
“Tim, wha—“
“License and registration, ma’am.”
His tone is all business, not a hint of recognition. She hands over her papers with a confused look. “Why are you pulling me over?”
Tim takes her papers and studies them closely, making a show of comparing her license photo with her face, shining his flashlight on her several times and humming. She wants to laugh, but she’s so confused.
“Ma’am, have you been drinking?”
“You know I haven’t.”
He leans down to study her closely. “But you intend to,” his tone is still serious.
Lucy bites the inside of her cheek, finally catching on that this is not a legitimate traffic stop. “Are you gonna cite me for intent to intoxicate ?”
“Ma’am, I don’t think you understand the severity of your infraction. I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.”
“Oh, yes sir, ” she nods, mock serious as she pushes her door open. He never drops character, so she doesn’t either.
“Hands on the hood,” she turns to lean over her car, ass sticking out further than is strictly necessary as he pats her down thoroughly. “Do you have anything on your person that could stick me?”
“No,” she says seductively. “But you’re welcome to stick me with your…person.”
He covers her body with his as he pats down her breasts again, cupping and squeezing, surely just to ensure she’s not hiding any weapons. His lips are against her ear as he nearly growls, “Ma’am, are you attempting to bribe an officer of the law?”
“That depends, are you corruptible?” She presses her ass back, rubbing against his erection and smirks at his sharp intake of breath.
Shoving her against the car roughly, he cuffs her hands behind her back and walks her to his shop. When he opens the back door, she whirls around, a pleading look on her face.
“Wait, officer, please, you can’t arrest me. I’ll do anything . ”
Never dropping character for a moment, he evaluates her carefully. “Anything?”
She leans in to purr in his ear, “ Anything. ”
“Hmm,” he ponders. “You have a cute mouth,” he runs his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. “Does it do anything besides sass?”
Glancing around to ensure they’re out of sight, she nods as she sinks to her knees, the back door to the shop shielding them from the empty street. “Let me show you, sir. ”
Tim wastes no time in taking off his duty belt, unzipping his uniform pants and pulling his hard cock out. “Two fingers up if you need me to stop,” he says softly, sounding like her Tim for the first time and slipping back into character the moment she nods her assent.
Without the use of her hands, she’s limited on what she can do and she has to trust Tim not to get too eager and choke her (she does trust him, implicitly). She starts by taking the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue and running it through the slit. He groans and tangles his hands in her hair. With impressive discipline, he holds still as she works, taking him deeper with each bob of her head. When she feels him at the back of her throat she swallows, grinning around him at the sound he makes. He meets her eyes and she nods, and it’s all the signal he needs. Gripping her hair tightly, he begins to thrust. Slowly at first, but it’s not long before he’s rightly fucking her face.
Though he’s lost in the pleasure, she knows he’s watching for the signal, which she knows she won’t give. A gush of arousal soaks her panties as he hits her throat over and over again, and she finds herself trying to rub her thighs together for friction. He notices, of course, and pulls out of her mouth.
“On your feet,” he barks and she complies.
He shoves her roughly to lie face-down against the back seat, leaning over her. “Now that I’ve shut you up, it’s time to make good on that bribe.”
Tim quickly undoes her jeans, shoving them down with her panties until they hang around her knees. At the sound of foil tearing she smiles. Clearly, he learned his lesson from their last impromptu vehicle encounter. One hand tangles in her hair, holding her face against the seat while he shoves two fingers inside her.
“Bribing cops turns you on, does it? You’re so wet.”
She turns her head what little she can to meet his eyes, “That’s all for you, sir.”
A low growl escapes his throat as he moves his hand to her hip, holding firm as he shoves his cock inside in one quick thrust. Lucy bites back a scream, grinding her hips back to meet his, the two of them quickly finding their rhythm. She knows they don’t have much time, they’ve already risked enough as it is, but it won’t take long. Truthfully, she’s been on edge since they started this little game.
“I’m gonna ruin this pussy, baby. You won’t even think of letting another man near it.”
Lucy grins; so that’s what this is about. He’s jealous. She’d been joking earlier, there’s no way she’d settle for a one-night stand. Now that she’s had Tim, she doesn’t think she could ever want anyone else (that thought terrifies her, but it’s a problem for future Tim and Lucy). “Nobody but you, babe.”
With that declaration, he groans his release, hers following directly after. He slumps against her momentarily, breathing heavily against her ear. Once he catches his breath, he makes quick work of uncuffing her, disposing of the condom in a nearby trash can, reapplying his duty belt, and helping her get her pants up.
She leans against the shop, rubbing her wrists, and he takes them in his hands, inspecting and kissing the irritated skin. He smiles softly as he runs his fingers through her wrecked curls. She knows she looks like she’s been thoroughly fucked, and that Jackson and Nolan will know the second she walks in the bar why she’s so late, but she doesn’t care. It was so worth it.
“I’ll see you in the morning?” Tim asks, voice tinted with hope.
Lucy pushes up on her toes to kiss him sweetly. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
As she steps around him to go to her car, he slaps her ass. “Don’t bother, I’ll have breakfast in bed.”
He winks at her as he rounds the shop to get in the driver’s seat, and suddenly Lucy can’t wait to get her fun night out over with.