Ivy and the Cop (Power Play) Read Online Free

reaching down and rubbing her still-aching clit with his thumb as they rocked together, driving her toward another climax with every thrust. She gave into him, to her overwhelming feelings for him, to her own body’s betrayal—how could she deny it?
    “Ivy, oh! Fuck! I’m gonna come!” His pelvis slammed into hers, shaking the whole car, and Ivy whimpered into his ear, loving that his thumb never stopped moving on her clit, urging her toward another orgasm, always giving her more.
    “Do it!” she begged, burying her face in his neck, feeling the bite of his gun belt against her thighs and he groaned and shuddered and arched against her. “Oh yes! Patrick, yes! I’m gonna come all over your cock!”
    And she did, her pussy milking him with every quivering spasm. Patrick emptied himself into her with long, shuddering thrusts, his hands moving to her ass, pulling her into the saddle of his hips until their flesh moved as one. Ivy wouldn’t let him go. She kissed his neck, his jaw line, his ear, his cheek, finally finding his mouth, drawing his tongue in with hers like a bee seeking honey.
    “Oh Patrick, I missed you so much,” she whispered, squeezing him between her thighs. “So very much.”
    “Fuck!” He swore, slowly withdrawing, and she whimpered, watching him tuck and zip. “Someone’s coming.”
    Ivy had forgotten where they were. She’d forgotten everything but him. Sliding off the hood of the car, she glanced down the road, seeing the twin pinpricks of an approaching vehicle. She started straightening and tucking too, giggling when Patrick grabbed his handcuffs off the hood.
    “Good thing the dash cam wasn’t on, huh?” she teased.
    He grinned, putting his handcuffs back on his belt. “How do you know it wasn’t?”
    The tow truck’s tires crunched the gravel as it pulled up, situating itself in front of her car. Patrick went to talk to the driver, and she was glad, because she was still too flushed and breathless to try to have a normal conversation. By the time the tow truck driver—he was about her age, wearing a backwards baseball cap, but she didn’t know him—came over to check her road service card, she was recovered enough to fetch it out of her purse.
    “Do you need a ride home?” the guy in the baseball cap asked after he’d hooked up her car, giving Ivy an appreciative look in the light of the headlights.
    “I got it.” Patrick stepped between them, waving the tow truck driver toward his vehicle. “I’m taking her home.”
    She smiled to herself as she got back into the front seat of the cruiser, buckling up at Patrick’s insistence.
    “Do you remember the way?” she asked, wondering what they were going to do now. Could they go back, turn back the clock? Was that possible?
    He snorted. “I could get there with my eyes closed.”
    They drove in silence, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. Things had settled easily into a familiar thing between them, as if no time had lapsed. She was the same Ivy, unable to keep her hands off pushing buttons, whether it was the radio in his Dodge Shadow in high school or his cruiser now, and he was the same Patrick, chastising her and swatting her hands away, both of them laughing.
    “What does this button do?” she inquired, leaning over the gearshift toward him. Patrick rolled his eyes.
    “That rolls the lights and siren. I really don’t think you want to show up at home with those running.”
    Ivy sighed, anticipating the lecture she was going to get. “True dat.”
    “Hey girl…” He turned toward her when he cut the engine in her driveway. She saw someone peek out the window, probably her father. What would they think, seeing a police car in the driveway, even if it didn’t have the lights and sirens blaring? Nothing good, that was for sure.
    “Patrick.” She shook her head, hating herself for what she was about to say, but what else could she do? In spite of what they had together, what they’d always had, it wasn’t