Liam Reyes tapped the brakes and swung the squad car in behind the silver hatchback, blue lights flashing once across the empty high street. Late Thursday night, barely a car on the road. No reason for anyone to be flying through a red light, unless they were drunk, stupid, or in a hurry.

He thumbed the radio.

"Control, pulling over a silver Ford Fiesta, single female occupant. Standby."

He stepped out into the cool night air, adjusting his belt, boots crunching softly against the tarmac.

The hatchback's window was already sliding down as he approached, engine idling low. One slim, manicured hand rested lazily on the door. And then he saw her properly under the streetlight and his brain almost stopped.

Big brown eyes, sharp cheekbones and a slender body to die for.

Cassie Rivera.

Back in school, he'd had a hopeless, crush on her, the kind that made his stomach knot just seeing her across the corridor. Cassie Rivera, all legs and laughter, never even knew he existed. Not really. No chance she would remember him now, not after all these years.

She was watching him, head tilted slightly, a slow, lazy smile playing at her lips.
The years had only sharpened her, turned the pretty girl from school corridors into a gorgeous woman. She was dressed like she'd come straight from a club: short skirt, low-cut top, a leather jacket hanging half-open over her shoulders.

He stared just for a second too long.

And then Cassie blinked, her smile widening in obvious recognition.

"It’s Liam right? Liam Reyes?" she said, tilting her head. "Bloody hell, look at you."

Liam cleared his throat, forcing himself to remember why he was standing there. He was trying to stay cool but internally he was reeling. She remembered him. He didn't think she knew his name at school let alone after all these years. It hit him harder than he'd like to admit, a low, hot satisfaction curling through his gut.

Stay professional. You're not seventeen anymore. You're not the chubby, awkward kid she barely glanced at while you tried not to trip over yourself just walking past her.

"Evening, miss," he said, managing a steady tone. "You’re aware you went through a red light back there?"

Cassie laughed light, delightful. "Sorry, I hadn’t noticed. Although If more cops looked like you I might do it on purpose."

He fought the stupid flush creeping up his neck.

Stay professional! 

He adjusted his stance, clipboard tucked under one arm.

"License, please."

Cassie hummed quietly, leaning casually across the seat to rummage in her purse. The movement tugged her skirt higher, flashed long, bare legs under the dash.
She caught him looking and smiled wider, something wicked flickering behind her eyes.

"Never thought I’d get pulled over by Liam Reyes," she mused, handing over the licence with a slow, deliberate brush of her fingers against his glove. "You used to be... bigger."

He arched an eyebrow, lips twitching. "Thanks for reminding me."

She grinned shamelessly. "Meant it as a compliment. You grew up nicely."

Liam was pleased with the complement, he knew he looked a lot better than he used to.
He’d worked for it, years of early runs, gym sessions, shaking off the kid he used to be. The uniform helped. Tight across his chest, snug at his waist.

And here Cassie Rivera was, flirting with him.

"You know," she said, voice dropping into something softer, coaxing, "I probably should be more worried about that ticket. But I’m quite enjoying the view."

Liam cleared his throat again, thumbed through her papers, giving himself a second to think.

"Still need to run your details," he said, trying for detached authority.

Cassie leaned in just a little closer.

"Isn’t there anything we could do to keep this... off the books?" she asked, softer now. Almost vulnerable. "I can't afford points. And you look like you've got better things to do than paperwork tonight."

She held his gaze, steady, unblinking, and smiled a slow, lazy smile that wormed it’s way under his skin.

Liam hesitated, just a fraction too long. The sensible thing was obvious. Run her name. Write the ticket. Move on.

But Cassie’s fingers were still idly tracing circles on the door frame. Her legs were still bare. She was still smiling at him like he was the only thing worth looking at.

He blew out a breath, stepping back.

"Step out of the vehicle, Miss Rivera."

Cassie's smile sharpened, something glittering behind it.

"Of course, Officer Reyes."

As she opened the door and stepped into the night, Liam swore he saw a flicker of something else in her eyes, amusement, maybe ,or triumph.

She stepped out of the car slowly, a stretch of bare thigh flashing as she stepped onto the tarmac. She stood up, smoothing her skirt with mock modesty, and turned to face him all wide eyes and wicked curves under the streetlights.

Liam swallowed hard.

Professional. Stay professional.

"You do realise," he said, folding his arms, "that trying to persuade an officer not to file a report could be considered attempting to bribe a public official?"

"Bribe you?" she said, feigning innocence. "I wouldn’t dare."

"You just did."

She tilted her head, eyes glittering. "Maybe I just wanted to appeal to your better nature."

He let that hang between them a beat longer than necessary, watching the way she shifted her weight from one hip to the other playful, enticing.

"This is serious," he said finally, stepping a fraction closer, lowering his voice until it scraped the air between them. "Which means I need to search you."

"Search away, Officer Reyes."

He forced his voice steady. "Face the vehicle. Hands on the bonnet."

Cassie arched a brow amused but obeyed, sauntering forward with a sway of her hips that nearly broke his focus. She placed her palms flat against the cool metal.

"Like this, Officer?" she asked sweetly.

Liam bit the inside of his cheek.

"Legs apart," he said, managing to keep his voice level as he pulled on some gloves.

The way she shifted her weight, arching her back slightly, sticking her arse out, made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Liam exhaled slowly and stepped up behind her.

"This is just a precaution," he said stiffly.

"Of course, Officer Reyes," Cassie purred over her shoulder, voice dripping with mock innocence. "You have to be thorough, right?"

Liam started at her shoulders, gloved hands skimming lightly over the leather jacket, sliding down the curves of her arms. Official. Clinical.

But she was warm through the material. Vibrating slightly, like she was barely holding still.

When he reached her waist, 

Cassie shifted slightly, tilting her hips back toward him with a hum.

"Don’t worry," she said sweetly. "I don’t bite."

Liam’s hands froze.

"Be still."

Cassie ignored that completely, looking back over her shoulder with wide, playful eyes.

"Careful, Officer. You start touching a girl like that, she might get ideas."

Liam’s jaw locked.

He moved lower, tracing his hands down the outside of her thighs controlled, deliberate.

Cassie inhaled sharply. "Ooh. That’s nice." She moved again pressing her ass back into him and reaching her hand back to touch his arm.

He grabbed it. “You need to keep your hands on the car,” he said, pushing her hand away. She reached back to him again ignoring his commands.

“Fuck sake, put both hands behind your back.” 

"Why? You gonna punish me?"

He unclipped the handcuffs from his belt.

Cassie’s eyes lit up. "Oh, you’re serious?"

"Now, Cassie."

She hesitated just a second and then, slowly, held out her wrists behind her with a mock-innocent shrug.

"Well. If you're gonna frisk me like that, might as well do it properly."

The cuffs clicked shut with a solid metallic snap. “Now let's start over.”

He continued the search. He slid his hands carefully down her outer thighs, around to the backs of her knees, methodical, professional. But there was nothing professional about the way Cassie gasped softly when his knuckles grazed the sensitive skin above her stockings.

When he straightened, she shifted again deliberate, taunting.

"Thorough enough for you?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder with a sly smile.

Liam’s hand tightened unconsciously on her hip.

"Not quite," he muttered before he could stop himself.

Cassie’s smile widened.

"Better keep going then, Officer," she teased, voice low and daring. "You wouldn’t want to miss anything important."

She arched again, the skirt riding up just enough to show the barest glimpse of the tops of her thighs. No tights. No modesty. And when Liam dropped his gaze, no visible knickers.

He froze.

Cassie looked back at him through her lashes, wicked and triumphant.

"Something wrong?" she asked, voice saccharine.

Liam's mouth was dry. His heart hammered against his ribs. She was baiting him. Daring him.

His breath was ragged, the heat off her skin dragging him deeper into the spiral he’d been trying to avoid.

Cassie pushed back again, grinding her arse back against his thigh, just enough for him to feel the curve of her body, the electric buzz of her skin.

"You really should be thorough, Officer Reyes," she said sweetly. Her voice dipped lower, darker. "Who knows," she whispered, throwing him a wicked look over her shoulder, "what I might have hidden... in private places."

Liam’s mind blanked.

He froze blood pounding in his ears every rational thought burned clean away in an instant.

Cassie straightened slightly, wriggling her wrists suggestively against the cuffs, her grin sharp and daring.

"You wouldn't want to get in trouble for missing something, would you?"

He knew he should walk away. Run her name. Call it in. Do literally anything but exactly what every nerve ending in his body was screaming at him to do.

But this was Cassie Rivera. The girl he’d watched laugh and twirl down school corridors, always a thousand miles out of reach. The girl who’d never looked at him twice back then. Now bent over the bonnet, teasing him, clearly wanting him.

He couldn’t help it. He grabbed her hips, rough, dragging her back against him, grinding the thick, aching bulge behind his belt into the curve of her arse. Cassie gasped, arching, pressing into him shamelessly.

Liam growled low in his throat, yanked her skirt up over her hips, exposing the full, shameless curve of her bare arse. Just smooth, flushed skin and the slick, glistening heat of her folds.

He pulled the gloves off. He dragged his freed hand down the inside of her thigh, slow and firm, feeling her shudder under the touch.

"Nothing concealed here," he muttered, teasing himself as much as her.

"Keep looking," Cassie taunted.

His fingers curved, dragging along the slick heat between her legs parting her labia with slow precision.

Cassie let out a broken little moan, her hips jerking back into his hand, cuffed wrists flexing uselessly behind her.

Liam yanked her skirt higher, baring her to the cool night air, the warm streetlights and the cold blue of the police lights catching on the slickness between her thighs.

Cassie arched her back, deliberately pushing that perfect arse back towards him, practically begging for it.

He ran two fingers through her tracing the length of her slit from front to back, feeling the slick warmth coat his skin. Then he circled her clit featherlight at first just enough to make her twitch.

Cassie whimpered.

Then he slid up again, this time letting his fingers press more firmly, slipping between the folds, gathering slick, teasing at her entrance, shallow, maddening, before pulling back up to circle her clit again, just a little firmer now.

She moaned, louder this time, hips rocking against his hand.

"Please," she whispered.

Liam didn’t answer.
He was too busy memorising the feel of her how wet she was, how soft, how ready.

He cupped her fully, fingers curved around her mound, his palm grinding gently against her while his middle finger slid just inside, not deep, just enough to make her gasp and clench around him.

Cassie pressed back harder, voice quavering now. "More," she begged. "Liam! Officer! Please!"

Liam paused. Cassie had spent the last ten minutes teasing him, baiting him, laughing at how easily she could get under his skin. If she thought he was going to give her exactly what she wanted straight away, she had another thing coming.

Liam shifted his grip, pushing her harder against the car with one broad palm between her shoulder blades, pinning her in place.

Cassie whimpered, a desperate, needy little sound, hips jerking into his hand.

"Impatient, are we?" he muttered against her ear, fingers teasing lightly around her clit, just barely brushing.

"Fuck, Liam!" she gasped.

"Officer Reyes," he corrected, punctuating it by pressing just the tip of one finger inside her. 

Cassie sobbed under him, legs trembling.

"Please, Officer Reyes," she breathed, trying to grind down onto his hand.

He pulled his fingers back immediately, making her whimper, making her shake.

"You've got a filthy little mouth," he said, voice low and rough. "Might have to do something about that."

Cassie writhed, wriggling against the bonnet, panting.

"I'll be good," she said, a lie so obvious he almost laughed.

"Will you?" he murmured, dragging his fingers up to her clit and stroking in slow, lazy circles never quite giving her the pressure she craved.

Cassie whined, head turning to press her cheek harder against the metal.

"Officer, please," she rasped. 

Liam slid two fingers knuckle deep inside her, sudden, hard, making her cry out, her whole body jerking against the car. He fucked her with his hand, slow and firm, curling his fingers just right, feeling her tighten and flutter around him.

Liam moved slowly at first, drawing his fingers out just enough to feel the way her slick heat clung to him, then pushed back in with firm, deliberate pressure.

Cassie was panting, cursing under her breath, hips jerking into every thrust. 

"That's it," he muttered, watching the way she writhed against his palm. "Good girl."

She was so close. He could feel it in the way her body tensed, the little gasps tearing from her throat, her legs shaking under the strain of holding herself up.

Right when her breathing caught when her body started to tip over that edge he slowed.

Cassie cried out in frustration, "Liam, please!" she gasped, writhing helplessly against the bonnet.

"Officer Reyes," he said sharply, bringing his free hand down sharply on her ass leaving a bright red mark. “I won’t tell you again!” he said, his other hand grinding his fingers just barely against her clit, enough to make her squirm and sob, but not enough to push her over. 

"Officer Reyes," she choked out, panting.

"That’s better. Good girl," he murmured, dragging his fingers back inside her, slow, shallow thrusts that made her whimper.

He slid his fingers back inside and started thrusting again. Each thrust was precise, purposeful, the pad of his fingertips curling upward inside her, finding that sweet spot just behind her pubic bone and grinding into it again and again. 

He twisted his fingers slightly with each thrust, scissoring them just enough to stretch her.

He built her back up again, steady, relentless, until she was panting, moaning, legs trembling.

Then he pulled back again, leaving her empty, throbbing.

She slumped against the car, trembling, throbbing, her cunt clenching on nothing.

"Fuck," she whimpered. "Please, Officer. I need to come. Please god, let me cum!"

Liam leaned down, mouth at her ear, breath hot and heavy.

"You think you deserve it?" he rasped, voice thick with heat.

"Yes. Yes, fuck, I’ll do anything!"

He smiled against her skin.

"Anything?"

His thumb found her clit, slippery and swollen, and began to circle it in slow, teasing spirals just enough to make her squirm.

"Yes," she sobbed.

"Anything at all?"

"Yes! Please!"

He pressed his slick fingers to her clit again, this time hard, unforgiving, grinding in fast, relentless circles. Cassie cried out, hips jerking so violently they lifted her onto her toes.

Her body went taut, spine arched, thighs quaking, muscles locking, and Liam didn’t stop.

He pushed two fingers deep inside again and again, his palm pounding against her as his thumb crushed tight circles on her clit.

Cassie shattered, a full-body, violent orgasm ripping through her, hips jerking against his hand, moaning his name, voice ragged and broken and beautiful.

Her whole body trembled, legs giving out, held up only by the car and his hand between her thighs as she came hard and long and helpless.

Liam kept going, working her through every twitch, every clench, dragging it out until she collapsed against the bonnet. He finally pulled his fingers free, watching the slick shine on his hand, her arousal dripping down the inside of her thigh.

He stepped back, surveying her. Skirt bunched around her waist, thighs soaked, cheeks flushed, wrists still cuffed, panting against the bonnet.

And he couldn’t stop the dark satisfaction curling in his chest. Cassie Rivera. The girl he'd once thought untouchable. Bent over and begging for him.

He wasn’t done indulging his fantasy yet.