CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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I watched the sheriff’s tail lights fade into the night.
In recent weeks, he had become quite the nuisance—hindering all of my well-made plans. Until now, I had been up for the challenge. But if he kept this up, I was going to have to get rid of him.
I didn’t like people touching my things, and I didn’t share.
Which was exactly what sparked my rage tonight.
My Little Rabbit and her date had put on quite the show, and I’d managed to get most of the evening on video—her dancing in particular. I had grown aroused as she’d struggled. Though, that hadn’t saved the man from my wrath.
Just thinking about it had my dick pressing against my zipper.
Opening my console, I reached for the pair of gloves I had liberated from her coat pocket a few weeks ago and slid them onto my hands before pressing play.
Unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled myself out and pumped my gloved hand up and down my shaft. The coarse padding on the palm started to chafe, and I grew harder.
The pain had me spilling all over those ruby red gloves. And I used them to clean myself up then tossed them onto the passenger’s seat.
I might gift those back to her .
Hopefully, she would appreciate them more than the Valentine’s Day present I sent.