"Spread 'em, little thief," growls the guard, pushing Shea against the cold wall. Her tiny frame trembles as he runs his gloved hands over her firm breasts, down her flat stomach, and between her toned thighs. Shea's breath hitches, her nipples hardening as he teases her wet slit through her lacy panties. "You like this, don't you?" he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. Shea bites her lip, unable to deny the throbbing need between her legs, as the guard's thorough search becomes a kinky, forbidden game.