Good for Now (Book One of The Now Series) (19 page)

I rush to get to the highway, speeding as I go through traffic, feeling an adrenaline rush because it’s against the law, but under the circumstances I have no choice. Letting out a breath of relief when seeing the courthouse in the horizon. I’m almost there.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

I smile thinking I may even have extra time, but then out of nowhere I hear a siren blaring, looking in the rear mirror to see blue flashing lights on my tail. Shoot, shoot, shoot, I have to be at the court house in less than thirty minutes.

My heart races like it was just let out of a starting gate; it’s mind wrecking. The siren keeps making it loud and obnoxious sound and the blue flashing lights has me feeling like I am a criminal. He or she means business.

I pull in a shady strip mall. The place looks like it was transported from a ghost town, there isn’t a car in sight. I park in front of a jewelry store, with burglar bars on the windows and the front door. I notice a video camera above the front door, it could possibly work in my favor if things get out of hand. Just like there are bad attorneys, there are bad cops.

The patrol car parks behind me, now I am scared out of my mind. I nervously look in the rear mirror, still not able to make out if I am dealing with a female or male officer because the visor is down.

Seconds later I see it’s a male officer, his lips moving, talking on his phone. I watch him, realizing it’s not a good sign that he hasn't once cracked a smile in the conversation, only adding to my anxieties.

I take a deep breath, knowing he will be out of his car soon. I keep staring in the rear mirror, watching, and waiting for him to get out so I can be on my way to the courthouse.

Sweat forms behind my neck, feeling restless now. Pretty soon I am going to need a shower.

Why is he taking so long? The nervousness I feel keeps building, hating every second of it.

Finally he opens the door, OMG. My jaw drops in awe, he’s all man. He’s my Candy Cop fantasy man.

When they say there is nothing like a man dressed in uniform, that’s an understatement seeing him now. He is tall, tan, trim, having chiseled arms, like a bodybuilder and his waistline gets me panting, imagining his monster size dick. I wonder what it is doing? Each step he takes I feel my pussy get aroused, getting wetter and wetter, lifting from the car seat. Who is this stud?

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