Chapter 10

DANGEROUS

AGE GAP EROTIC ROMANCE. 

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 pussy.

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 my panties and rub one out right now.

Later, I tell myself. I will definitely fuck myself while thinking about him later.

I put my helmet on my seat and follow them inside. My dad hasn’t noticed me yet, so I slip in the small police station that my dad works at and try to make myself invisible. It’s a small town, and we don’t usually get such sexy criminals, so I can’t help but be curious. We’re right outside of a big city, so sometimes crime will trickle over, but it usually never looks this damn good. I pretend to pour myself a coffee in the corner and secretly watch as my dad sets the man down in a chair in front of his desk.

“Keep an eye on him,” my dad yells to the young rookie who just joined them last week before walking off to one of the back rooms.

Knowing this is the only chance I’m going to get, I remind myself that I don’t want to die a virgin and walk closer to the man who’s sitting calmly as if he’s just here for a visit and not handcuffed and about to be sitting in a jail cell.

As soon as I take a step, his green eyes are on me, that same amused grin playing at his lips. I’m so aroused I’m surprised he can’t see a wet stain blooming on my jeans in real time, and my nipples are so hard they’re downright painful. I take a deep breath and try to quiet my racing heart. I don’t think heart attacks are common at nineteen, but the way mine is racing, it seems a very real possibility.

“Hi,” I squeak out, cringing at how awkward and unsexy my voice sounds.

“Hello,” he answers, and I nearly moan at how deep his voice is, and holy fucking hell, he has the sexiest damn accent I’ve ever heard.

I don’t know what comes over me. I’m usually so well behaved, but there’s something about this guy that makes me want to do all the things I know I’m not supposed to. The thought of just letting this opportunity pass me by is more than I can take. It spurs me into action, and before I give myself time to think about it, I start talking.

“I can help you,” I say, rushing my words because I know we don’t have a lot of time. He just arches a dark brow at me and lets me prattle on. “Tell me what my dad has charged you with. I can help you, but you have to help me in return.”

“He thinks I’m involved with the bratva. Someone has gone missing, and he thinks I had something to do with it.”

“Did you?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“That wasn’t part of the deal you offered.”

The calm way he answered and the hard edge to his tone tells me that he may actually be guilty of this crime, but instead of backpedaling, I just go deeper. My eager pussy is leading the way, and there’s just no stopping it now. I’ve gotten the tiniest taste of danger, and I want more.

I look over at the rookie, making sure he’s still buried in paperwork and not paying attention and take a step closer.

“When did it happen?” I ask, trying to figure out how in the hell I’m actually going to be able to pull this off.

“Last night, sometime between nine and midnight, they think.”

“Alibi?”

He gives me a sexy grin that has me thinking about straddling him instead of saving him, and I have to force myself to focus.

“Don’t have one.”

“Okay, I can work with that,” I say, hurrying my words because I know we’re running out of time. “What’s your name?”

“It’s Alexei. What do you want in return?”

I can hear my dad’s footsteps coming down the hall, and I start to back away. He reaches out, grabbing onto my wrist and holding me in place.

Little shocks of pleasure rush all through my body at his touch, and not even the jingle of his handcuffs can put a damper on this rush of arousal.

“Tell me,” he says, even though I know he can hear my dad getting closer too.

“I want you to pop my cherry,” I whisper in a rush as he drops my hand, and right before I scurry away, I see his eyes widen in surprise and then darken with a pure, raw need that has me nearly orgasming on the spot.

I’m back in the corner with the poor rookie cop and my dad being none the wiser. I wait a few minutes, and then turn around and walk to my dad’s desk. My dad’s been so focused on this big arrest that he hasn’t even noticed me yet. Not that it’s unusual for my dad to not notice me. I’ve spent my life being invisible to him. Knowing that helps take away the slight twinge of guilt I feel at what I’m about to do.

“Oh, hey, Alexei,” I say, walking up like I’ve known the man my whole life.

My dad jerks his head up at the sound of my voice. “Charlotte what are you doing here, and how the hell do you know who this is?”

“Good to see you again, Charlie,” Alexei says, giving me a sexy smile that I can’t help but return. No one calls me Charlie, but I love how he just jumped in with it.

“Dad, why is he in handcuffs?”

“You didn’t answer my question. How do you know him?” My dad is getting more pissed by the second, and I know he’s not going to be easy to fool.

“He hangs out at Peg’s Diner a lot,” I say, officially stepping into my life of crime. “You know that’s where I always go to study, so we’ve bumped into each other quite a bit.”

I keep my eyes on my dad, knowing if I look over at Alexei’s gorgeous face it’ll just throw me off balance.

“He actually helped me a ton last night. I was cramming for the Russian lit class I’m taking, and Alexei was an absolute godsend. He really knows his Tolstoy.”