Page 9 of My Filthy Stepbrother
She giggles. "Dean, I literally just told you. I'm going home."
"The glasses?"
"What glasses?"
"The ones you didn't pay for. I know you didn't pay for them because Amber, the only cashier, just left. You need to come with me, Miss Austin."
"You're not serious." She laughs again, pulling the glasses out of her purse and sitting them on the counter.
I can't stop myself. The fantasy playing out in my head will never have an opportunity like this. Shaking my head and squinting my eyes, I pause to give her a moment, wondering if she'll figure out what I have in mind.
"I'm deadly serious, Cody. The store's closed up early. No one else is here, and I want to be sure you're not hiding anything before we leave."
She can barely contain the grin spreading across her face. "You're really going to do this. I haven't been accused of shoplifting since I was a teenager. Fine, Officer Dawson. Lead the way."
5
DAKOTA
The emptiness of the department store is shocking, to say the least. Even more shocking are the lengths Dean is going through to enforce his position as the security guard for the store. There are circular racks of clothes crowding the aisles as we walk from one section of the store to another.
Every step has me glancing over my shoulder at Dean. The strength of his hand on my lower back nudging me toward the back room sends tingles down my spine. Anticipation grips me by the throat as I imagine him doing the same. The walls of my pussy clench, moisten at the idea of it, wondering what's about to happen between us.
"You know, Dean, I don't have anything else in my bag from this store. I didn't even mean to put the glasses inside."
We stop in front of a door with a sign telling everyone in front of this door that behind it is a place for staff only. Dean's hand never leaves my back, and he reaches around to turn the knob and let me inside.
I'm not sure what to expect when I step over the threshold into the employee area, but the office is small. Ten feet by ten feet of a matte gray mess. There are cork boards on one wall with several pages pinned to it, and an array of six monitors plays various angles of the department store. Along another are a few shelves with random items that probably belong on display.
"Are you going to say anything, Dean?" I ask him when he slowly pulls my bag off my shoulder to sit it on the surprisingly clean desk.
There isn't a stapler or coffee mug that hints at Dean working from this space. Nothing is personal except the space he's closing between us. The quietness of his power fills every ounce of emptiness around us.
When he leans in close, he throws me a coy grin and tips his head around me. I can feel the deep breaths he's taking while his scent softly flows under my nose. I can barely stand it. All I want is for him to touch me, to do something.
At this point, I'm about a second away from begging.
"You're so tense, Cody." The deepness of his voice penetrates me at my core.
"Well, officer…" I take a breath and pause.
"Mm, officer, I like that." He growls and runs the back of his hand down the side of my arm. "I just want to be sure you're not hiding any more of Flannigan's merchandise."
"Look in my bag, Dean." I giggle and gesture toward it.
He takes a moment to slip his hand inside. Just as quick as he slides it in, he pulls it out with the very same sunglasses I could have sworn I put back.
"Officer," he says with subtle dominance. There's a seriousness in his tone, but once I see the flash in his gorgeous stormcloud gray eyes, playfulness reveals itself.
"Officer…" I huff out a breath and decide to play along. "You watched me put those back. You know I don't have anything else."
"Show me."
My sweater falls off my shoulders easily, allowing me to reach to the bottom hem of my dress. The fabric has faint scents of my body wash clinging to it, but even better is Dean's gaze clinging to my every move.
Time feels like it's moving slowly as I run my fingers under my bra, lifting it slightly to show him nothing will fall out.
"Take it off," he commands in a low tone.
