C2 The cat and mouse game

Veronica jerked, rubbed up against his crotch once again, and grinned cruelly as she heard his curse and the groan he had been trying in vain to hide. She was already beginning to feel enraptured, like a bitch in heat. Her body tingled with excitement as she engaged in this novel and risky activity in the open.

"Would you mind taking a step back, officer? I wouldn't want you to encounter any difficulties," Veronica spoke to him in a voice that was just a little bit husky.

The cop was handsome, and despite being a hard ass, he was making her animated just by touching her. Her inner woman responded to his authoritative presence because she knew he shouldn't be acting in this way and because she had felt his manhood pulsing in his pants. If this search had ever been functional, she was aware that it was no longer one.

She was just as awful as he was; if she truly didn't want this, she would be raising a lot more objections than that, Harvey almost giggled at her remark. He clenched his teeth as she again stroked her tight ass against his cock, "Would you stop doing that?"

Veronica was a hell of a woman. She could calm Harvey's chaos in one blink and arise his thunderstorm with one twerk. She could ride hell with her mouth. And there was heaven in between her thighs. He needed to finish this right away and leave the area as soon as possible because she was going to drive him mad. He searched the remainder of her with the same hold, running his hands down her thighs and ass before stepping back. Veronica circled back, leaning against her car as she admired his muscular build. She questioned herself how far she could take it.

Harvey said, "I only need your license and registration now," because he needed to leave her immediately or he may do something regrettable.

Veronica nearly complained when he took his hands away since she was seething with lust at this point and he wouldn't just drop her after getting her all worked up. Malicious lewd thoughts crowded her mind. She unlocked her car door, got her wallet and the registration papers, and handed them over to the officer.

Harvey remarked with an agitated gaze, "I'll just examine these and will be right back."

Harvey needed to calm down a bit because she was a firecracker and it took him longer than necessary to process the paperwork. Miss Blake had him so tight he was on the verge of bursting; all he had to do was return her papers and leave before some sweet, lust-filled mishap happened. He strategically advanced towards her as he unlocked the door, stepped outside with her information, and laid the registration form over his sore cock.

As he came closer once more, his uniform was clinging to his strong chest and his arms were practically ripping off the short sleeves of his shirt. Veronica gave him a thorough inspection. He made a poor attempt to cover the bulge in his pants with the papers he was holding in front of it, and she smiled at his helplessness. As he was getting close to the car, it caused her to focus on the powerful muscles in his legs. She licked her lips in anticipation because she was determined that nothing would stand in the way of their lewd relationship. She always got everything she wanted, except for that dreadful promotion.

Harvey was almost outside; if it had been somewhere else, he would have seized the chance, but not now, not when he was still wearing his uniform and still formally performing his duties. Before giving the license and registration papers back to her, he approached her with her information and said, "Next time, drive more cautiously and you'll avoid any more mishaps."

Oh no, he did not simply dismiss her!

Before he could move away, Veronica seized hold of his hips, pushed him up against her car, and gave him an angry kiss. Harvey had a gritty, earthy flavor that a man ought to have. To feel his delicious erection pressing against his jeans and his tight abs hiding under his shirt, she rubbed up against him. Before he could respond, her tongue was slamming into his mouth as she slammed him up against her car. He grunted. While their lips were engaged, tightly, her fingers sneaked in his. Stealthily. One after the other. They were like two thieves. Harvey let her rob him. Rob him of her soul. Rob him of her body. Rob him of her mind. She was like a queen ruling his soul, mind, and body.

Veronica tasted like spicy, scorching, blazing spices, matching her nature, and he moaned into the kiss. If he allowed this to go on, he would at least have some of his wits. He growled as he violently shoved her away, saying that they would create a show in public. He seized her arm and dragged her over to his squad car, saying, "You're under arrest for assaulting an on-duty police officer."

He snarled further, "Stay there, and don't move."

To end the call, he reached through the driver's window and took the radio. Veronica kissed her lips and savored his flavor once again, "I guess he thinks he'll be in charge of everything."

Harvey would be wrong, though, since she wasn't going to let him run right over her. She observed him put the radio off after reporting his condition, so she was aware that they wouldn't be disturbed kindly. Especially now that he was off duty and could switch off his radio, he didn't want any distractions. Veronica's eyes shared the same fire as his when he turned to face her.

"Get in," Harvey commanded as he unlocked the back door.

Veronica felt a chill run down her spine as he growled; this was going to be explosive. She was aware that he would likely taunt her by remaining fully dressed while she was left exposed. Right now, she wanted to fix that tiny problem—she wanted to see his chest exposed. She waited for him to approach before sitting in the back seat. Then she struck, reaching out and ripping up his shirt with a fast pull. His tightly packed muscles made her mouth thirst. She drooled as she looked at his clear abs which were covered with black hair. She tore apart his shirt, putting his body on fire as he hissed.