DANGEROUS
CHARLOTTE
When I show up at the police station, the last thing I expect to see is my dad hauling in the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in a pair of handcuffs. I steer my pink Vespa up onto the sidewalk and watch the stranger being led from the squad car. Pulling off my matching pink helmet, I keep my eyes glued to the wall of tatted-up muscle heading my way. His tanned skin and dark hair make is green eyes all the more vivid, and when our eyes meet, I feel it like a soft caress against my very wet p***y.
As if he can read my mind and tell the affect he’s having on me, his lips quirk up in an amused grin and he gives me a wink that has me softly rubbing my inner thighs together, because some part of my brain still registers that it would be crazy inappropriate to slip a hand down m
