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door handle automatically as her body stiffened. His knuckles were yellow from gripping the wheel.
    “Brett?” she questioned.
    He didn’t say a word, only looked in his rear view mirror as he quickly veered over to the shoulder of the highway. The rough caution grooves on the shoulder made a loud grinding sound, warning them they had left the road. They were on the edge now, nearly off the highway surface. The land was flat where he stopped, half on the shoulder and half in the grass.  Brett was out of the truck before she could form a question.
    Whipping her head around, she watched him circle the back of the truck and come up next to her door, yanking it open. His features were focused and intent as he undid her seat belt.
    Man, he was really pissed if he was putting her out. She was about to apologize again, but Brett pulled her face to his as his mouth landed on hers.
    Their teeth clinked momentarily before his tongue swept into her mouth. He masterfully controlled the kiss. All she could do was hang on to his broad shoulders as he turned her body towards him and leaned her back. She was still seated, but now she was almost straddling him. Her leather skirt was pushed nearly to her waist as his big, warm hands glided up the sides of her legs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
    His touch was firm and sure, and she started to come alive. Grace moaned as his hand traveled down her neck to her shoulders and then to her breasts, cupping their melon-like fullness.  She felt a fire kindle inside of her body and gasped in awe as his touch heated her very blood.
    Grace’s head was spinning as he devoured her lips and neck, causing her to shudder in ecstasy. She could feel her pussy pulse in near-climax just from the way his mouth worked her flesh.  His hands were underneath her sweater. She didn’t know how they got there but she loved the rough feel of them. Slightly callused hands massaged, kneaded and plucked her into a frenzy of over-sensitized nerve endings.
    “Brett! Ahhh,” she pleaded, needing more.
    Her body wrestled control from her mind as it responded to his coarse handling like welcoming an old friend. Her mouth slanted against Brett’s, opening for her tongue to meld with his. He sucked it and nibbled her bottom lip as she groaned and rubbed her painfully hard nipples against his palm, trying to get some relief.
    He had her reclined further now, his arm bracing her back from the console which divided the driver seat from the passenger seat.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer than he already was.
    Her calf-length boots stopped her from feeling all of him, but her sensitive inner thighs were being massaged by the material of his jeans. She was being consumed. Her breathing came out in harsh pants as his hand came down between her legs and his knuckles brushed her sex. She nearly came, just from the light contact. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge from his touches alone. It was positively illegal.
    As if on cue, the blare of a police siren and tires driving on the grading behind them dragged her oversexed body from its hypnotic trance. The cool February air hitting her now-empty thighs and satin-clad pussy further sobered her.  Brett had quickly pulled her bra up and her sweater down with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
    “Sir, can you step away from the vehicle.” The firm voice of the female sheriff’s deputy could be heard over the traffic whizzing by.
    “Is there a problem, sheriff?”
    Grace sat up fully, pulling her skirt down to a respectable level and crossing her legs at the ankles. A pretty, black female sheriff was standing in front of Brett. Her shrewd eyes assessed the situation as her mouth kicked up on one side, or at least that’s what Grace thought she saw.
    “License and registration, please.” The sheriff’s voice brooked no argument.
    “It’s in the glove box. I would have to find it.”
    Brett pulled his wallet from the