Of course, he makes a U-turn and goes in the opposite direction from the parking garage where I park my car. I don’t say anything, though. I could use an extra five minutes off of my feet.

I lean my head against the window and I can feel him looking at me, but I don’t look back at him.

When we finally do reach my car, he, shuts off the engine. Without saying a word to me, he gets out and opens my door.

“Thank you,” I say, getting out. “Are you working overtime today?”

“Unfortunately.”

My traitorous body whines at that thought.

“Well, um...” I can’t help but look into his eyes. “Thank you for the ride.”

“You said that already.”

“I’m allowed to say it again.”

“You are.” He steps to the side. “Are you going to go home?”

I nod and start to walk past him, but he grabs me by my waist and pushes me against his squad car. He pins my body to the metal with his and his lips quickly find mine.

“Dean...Dean, stop.” I say, breaking our kiss. “Shouldn’t you be going back to work?”

“I am.” His lips reconnect with mine. Keeping me pinned to the car, he continues to kiss me hard and sucks my lower lip into his mouth.

I hear voices coming over the radio through his lowered window, through the radio on his belt. As much as I don’t want him to stop, I can’t help it.

“Shouldn’t you answer that?” I pull away again. “Sounds important.”

“It’s not.” He grips my hips, but I grab his hands and move them away. “They’re all talking about dinner, Mia.”

“Still...” I manage to move away and slide against the car to the backdoor. “The past several nights have been rather interesting, but for right now, I think we should spend a little less time doing that and a little more time talking, so you won’t lose your job.”

“First of all,” he says, “I’m not going to lose my job. I’m the best cop on the force. Second of all, what exactly do we need to discuss in this particular moment?”

“I don’t know. Is there something you want to ask me?”

“Yes. Why are you over there and not over here?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m being serious, Dean.”

“There’s really only one thing on my mind right now, Mia, so excuse me if I don’t want to stand here with a goddamn hard-on and have a deep, thought-provoking conversation.”

“Okay, that’s my cue.” I consider walking away, but the way he’s looking at me, keeps me pinned to my spot.

“Fine.” He sighs and places his hands on the hood. “Were you and your last boyfriend serious?”

What?  “What do you mean, were we serious?”

“Were you fucking him?”

My jaw drops, but I quickly recover. “We lived together. What do you think?”

“Did you love him?”

“No.” I cross my arms. “What about you? Minus the obvious sex question, which I already know is a yes, were you in love with your last serious girlfriend?”

“I haven’t had any serious girlfriends.”

“In ten years, you haven’t dated? All the girls you’re bringing around now are just gateway girlfriends?”

“I’ve definitely dated, but I haven’t had any serious or gateway girlfriends. I have yet to find anyone that compares to my last one.”

This is a trap...This is a trap...

“Well,” I say. “I’m sorry that I can’t say the same. You’ll find someone comparable one day. I did.”

“Your ex is someone who compares to me?”

“In certain aspects, yes. Very much so.”

“What aspects?”

“It doesn’t matter. We broke up. Oh, wait. The two of you are definitely comparable in that aspect.’

“What aspects, Mia?” He looks angry and offended.

“It. Doesn’t. Matter.” I need to get away from him. “The past is the past. There’s another similar aspect. What a coincidence!”

“I’m going to ask you one last time, Mia...” He takes his hands off the hood and walks closer to me. “You honestly think he compared to me?” There’s a hint of hurt in his eyes this time.

“Can we just drop this? Can we change the subject or can I just go home?”

“No.” He pushes my body to the side and opens the back door. “Get in.”

“What?”

“Get in the damn car, Mia.”

“I’m not getting in the back of your squad car.”

He smiles at me before grabbing my arm and literally shoving me into his back seat, him following behind me before closing the door.

“When an officer gives you a command,” he says pushing my back down against the seat, “you follow it. Do you understand?” He raises his brow.

“Yes.” I whisper, my heart rate starting to rise.

His lips find mine again and this time our kiss is hot and rough. He settles his body between my legs, his uniform and equipment scraping against the seat

He grabs the hair at the nape of my neck with one hand and roughly tugs, exposing my neck to his mouth. Sucking and kissing.

When his lips find mine again, I bite down hard on his bottom lip, payment for the rough pull of my hair. He smiles in return.

His hands tug at the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. As he unzips my jeans, I unclasp my bra, allowing it to slide to the floor.

He pulls my jeans down my legs and I have to lift my butt up to help him get them off.

His mouth goes to my breast, taking them into his mouth, sucking hard. I don’t even worry about someone walking past and seeing us, the windows are so steamed up, that I’m certain no one can see us.

Dean starts to trail feather-like kisses down my chest, going lower and lower, setting my skin on fire.

“So, those aspects,” he says kissing right below my belly button. “Were they fucking aspects?”

“What?” I ask panting.

“Are you saying someone fucked you better than I did?”

Oh, my God, is he really asking me this right now?

“Dean.”

“Maybe you need help figuring it out.” His lips kiss me on top of my panties, driving my mind insane.

He grabs both my legs and hoist them up, I have to grab onto the back of the seat to hold myself steady. With my legs spread wide, he rests each one over his shoulders before returning his mouth to the spot right below my belly button.

With his eyes locking on mine, he slowly inches his way down, almost at that sweet spot between my legs.

When his mouth finally kisses my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, my head falls back with my eyes closed. Dean pushes my panties to the side with one hand and pushes two fingers inside with the other hand. The entire time this is happening, his mouth is assaulting my pussy in the best possible way.

I feel myself about to come, my legs begin to shake, my toes start to curl and I dig my hands into his hair, yanking hard. Right as I’m about to find my release, Dean sits up, letting my legs fall away.

I whimper in response.

“Turn around.” He says in, literally, the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.

I sit up and turn over on my stomach as Dean releases his belt and unzips his pants. He grabs my panties, sliding them down my legs before he grabs my waist, pulling my butt into the air, flush against his cock. He enters me from behind, rough and fast.

“Did your ex-boyfriend fuck you like this?”

“No.” I moan.

“I know he didn’t,” he says before his hips begin to move, long thrusts back and forth. He pulls me back against him in perfect rhythm to his thrusts.

My legs shake, about to give out from the intensity of it all.

I can feel an orgasm building, every muscle in my body tightening.

“I want to feel you come on my cock.” My body shudders as an intense orgasm rocks through me.

Moments later, Dean lets out a deep moan and then he slowly stills behind me, digging his nails into my skin. I collapse beneath him, no longer able to hold on. Still buried deep inside of me, he trails soft kisses up and down my back. When I finally catch my breath, he slowly pulls out of me. He helps me onto the seat, briefly kissing my lips as he helps me dress.