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As Sin giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”

“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.

“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.
In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.”

I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged
into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her.

With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her.

A sneer of lust crossed my face and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.

“Cole!” she gasped.

“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting.

Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy.

“But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said.

“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”

“Mm hmm.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me.

She approached slowly and perched next to me.

“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”

“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”

“Not as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.”

She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.

Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea.

Her voice a little shaky, she asked, “So is this a BDSM thing?”

I laughed, a long low sound. “Why, precious? Are you into the scene?”

“Of course not,” she snapped.

“Nothing wrong with that, you know?”

She narrowed her eyes on me. “I didn’t mean to imply that there was. Just—”

“You’re a good girl?”

Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an otherwise totally impressive babe.

I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. “Wanna be my good girl?”

Again with the hesitant nod.

Jesus.

I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokin’ body. “It’s not a BDSM thing with me. I don’t call it that. Don’t call it anything. It’s just how I like to fuck.”

She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.

My voice lowered. “I don’t want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. It’s not about pain. It’s about letting go. Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes that’s not always orthodox.”

Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. “Do you ever just have sex?”

“Vanilla sex?”

Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.
“I like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.” I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. “Long.” Kiss. “Slow.” A lingering touch of my tongue on hers. “ . . . anal.”

Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth.

After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. “But if I’m really into a woman—and I’m really into you”--goddamn understatement—“I need to know it’s okay if I fuck you the way I want to.”

I leaned back. “So what do you say, Sin. Are you in?”

“I’m in.”

“Wanna go a round with me?” With those six little words, Sadie stole the air from my lungs.

“What? Here?”


She pulled up her fists, rolling her eyes. “This kind of going a round, not the getting naked and fucking it out kind.”


“Oh.” Didn’t I feel stupid? And frustrated as hell. “Are you serious? I told you the first day we met I don’t hit girls. After you hit me.”


A faint smile curved her kissable lips. “I know. That’s what makes you so much fun.”


She unclasped the hooks of her overalls at her shoulders.


“Now what the hell are you doing?” I sprang toward her, stilling her hands. My cock sprang to attention, too.


Big surprise.


“Well I can’t fight ya in these. They’re too baggy.” Wresting free of my hold, she dropped the paint-stained denim to her feet. “I’m wearing boxers, see?”


“Of course you are.” They were light blue and almost modest. But she was wearing nothing else but a black ribbed tank top—nipples firmly pressed against the thin cloth—and no lines of a bra.


Her tits swung, soft and inviting, as she held out her arms. “What? Boxers are good enough for you, aren’t they?”


“Don’t wear boxers.” I defensively cupped my crotch.


Sadie touched my wrist, underneath which my dick already pulsed, pounded, needed her. “Oh. You’re a briefs man then.”


With a strangled cough-choke, I said nothing, looking anywhere but at her.


“Ohhh.” Her eyes wide and comprehending, she licked the bow of her upper lip. “So, you wanna strip off too?” She leered at me.


“In general, I go commando.” Hairs on my wrists bristled where she touched me. My face flushed. “I wear a jockstrap under my shorts when I workout.”


“Even better. Shuck off the shorts,” Sadie ordered.


Oh dear Lord, she was definitely flirting with me. It was better than fighting, but I wasn’t sure how long my willpower would last especially with her standing there, just two small articles of clothing away from being naked. It was crazy, but her in the tank top and boxer shorts was a damn sight sexier than any of the primped and preened girls I’d ever been with.


For the first time I truly noticed how long her legs were. How high and round her breasts were. The way tiny fine hairs glinted on the nape of her neck, showing on that delicate expanse of skin with her hair swinging in the usual ponytail.


There was a hot snap to the cool air in the shed as if a current of electricity raced between us.


“Not taking my shorts off,” I gritted out.


“Scaredy cat.” She snapped the waistband of my shorts, her blunt fingernails scratching lightly against my lower pelvis, dangerously close to the thump-throb of my erection.


In a flash, I had Sadie on the floor. She kicked at me with her heels. She flew at me with her fists. Her legs wound around me, and she managed to flip me to my back. Her hair started falling free of the ponytail, and sandy gold strands wisped around her face. Hopping to her feet, she crouched above me.


“Gotcha!” she shouted triumphantly.


With a lightning fast strike, I gripped her around the waist and pulled her back over me. She squealed and squirmed, but I tightened my bear-hug hold. All her wriggling had a massive effect on my cock, making it rise even harder inside the confines of my jockstrap.


Sadie felt it at once. Her movements changed from frantically trying to get away to slowing down and writhing on top of me.


My head beat back to the floor with a thunk as I swallowed a groan inside. Gathering those last shreds of willpower, I flipped her off me. Then I straddled her. During our tussle, her top had rucked up, and my hands rested on the taut skin of her belly.


“What do we have here?” I changed the scorching sexual mood in a flash, tickling her bare skin.


She giggled and tried to bat my hands away, but I was relentless. I tickled her until her cheeks were bright with a pink flush, her blue eyes dancing, and she huffed between laughter and shouts.


I stopped abruptly, staring as she panted beneath me. She was perfect. I’d seen her face a thousand times, but I’d never really seen her as a woman, a beautiful, funny, foul-mouthed, vibrant woman.


I gathered a handful of her hair in my fingers, stroking the strands of honey and gold.


She bucked up beneath me, her hips arched to my groin. Her lips fell open and her gaze wandered down my chest to my shorts. My cock beat against the fabric, full and stiff.


“I think the real question is what do we have here?” she asked in a sultry purr. Her hand grazed me softly once before returning with more accuracy. She rubbed my length. “Oh, Kinkaid. Feels so hot, so heavy.”


I jerked against her, my fingers clamping down on her hair. A bead of sweat drizzled down the side of my face and onto my chest. Every single nerve ending in my body pinpointed on my dick, which pulsed as blood engorged it even more.


“Jesus.” I moved my pelvis, searching for more direct contact with her hand.


“Good Lord. You’re as big as that plank of wood and just as hard.” She dragged her fingers up and down my rigid cock.


We stared at each other, only inches apart. The moment should’ve been awkward, but it wasn’t. It was quickly becoming overheated. Or that was me, overheating. The seconds stretched out, and I blinked slowly, wondering if the connection would break.


It didn’t.

STANDING ON THE SIDE of the road, Ashe blushed and stammered. She kept backing away from me.
Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.

“So I take it your shift is over?” I asked.

“Just got off duty.”

“And now you wanna get off?”

“Something like that.” She stopped and tilted her head to the side. A smile broke out across her face. “Whaddya say, Brodie? Going to resist me?”

“Don’t recall resisting you the first time.” I ambled closer. “Or the second.” My lips whispered up her neck, trailing kisses to her earlobe. “The third, fourth . . .”

Ashe whimpered.

Perfect.

I moved my lips to the corner of her mouth, ready to kiss her, when
she slipped away from me. Using some fast cop move with her leg hooked around mine and my elbows suddenly wrenched behind my back, she whipped me around so fast I face-planted with the brick gate of the plantation. Then she muscled me against it.

“What the fu—” I stopped when I heard the rattle of her handcuffs. I spun my head to the side. “You’re not seriously putting those things on me.”

She gripped both my wrists and cuffed them together in a tight hold of metal rings.

Did I struggle? Hell, no. She stared at her handiwork with a grin on her face.

“Bet you couldn’t wait to break those out.” My voice dropped low and
gravelly.

“Baby. I could’ve hauled out the cuffs in Myrtle Beach and had you begging for more.”

Cars whizzed past as I stood there by the road with my wrists in cuffs and Ashe pressed against my back. My cock reached new levels of stiffness.

She forced my legs apart, and I leaned my forehead against the cool brick, taking ragged breaths. Her hands moved from my shoulders down my back and over my ass.

“I’m gonna assume you’ve wanted to pat me down for years.” I jerked into her touch when her hands slid up my legs to the insides of my thighs.

Her fingers curled over my cock and balls from behind, and she squeezed.

I’d never had a sexy police officer fantasy before but suddenly knew we’d be replaying this scene, with Ashe’s shirt unbuttoned and maybe just a white thong beneath it. Oh yeah.

“And I’m going to assume you’re about to make a comment about my nightstick versus yours.”

I felt the stiff wood of her billy club against my stiff wood, and groaned loudly. Pivoting around, I clenched my jaw. “How far is your place?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Get these fucking cuffs off me and let’s go. If you’re lucky I’ll let you use them on me later.”

Ashe’s hand against my hard throbbing shaft slid slowly up and down as she stood on tiptoes and set her lips against my ear. “Show me what you do after you drop me off at home, all hot and horny, because I know you think about me riding you, sucking you, fucking you when you jerk off.”

“Kinky,” I grunted, holding her palm against me.


“I would love to watch you stroke this thick cock for me until you come everywhere, Brodie.”


“Deal.” After boosting her inside the pickup, I hurried around to the other side.


With the seat back and the steering wheel tilted up, I waited for her to tell me what she wanted.


“Unzip your pants and show me.”


My breathing was out of control and my cock so stiff it hurt. I pulled open the top button and unzipped as ordered, watching Ashe watching me. Her hooded eyes glowed from the streetlights. A bead of sweat rolled down my chest and I tugged up my shirt. With one hand I reached inside my jeans and pulled out my dick, curling my hand around the base.


“What next?” I asked in a low rough voice.


“Balls too. I want to see your balls.”


I lifted them out and fondled them for a second.


“Gather all that dripping precome onto your fingers and glide your fist up and down your cock.” Ashe’s voice became even breathier. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly inside her halter top.


I did as she told me, grunting as I slowly stroked up and down. Ashe wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and I groaned. When my fingertips ran across the frenny piercings, she moaned softly. As I twirled the ball piercing at the tip of my dick, I looked down at the steely hard shaft flexing in my hand.


Rigid, thick, incredibly hot, my cock stood straight up from the base of blond pubes. I curled my fingers just beneath the bulging head and squeezed until more drops of liquid welled from the slit.


“Please touch me, Ashe.”


She shook her head. “I want to watch you come for me.”


“Then touch yourself.” My thighs were quaking, and I leaned my head against the back of the seat, pumping my hips and thrusting my cock up through my fist.


Ashe’s hands shook as she untied the bow behind her neck. The top dropped, propelled by gravity, until it hung, hooked on her raised nipples. Skimming her fingers over the round mounds of flesh, she rolled the halter down to her waist with an arch of her back. There was no bra underneath. Her tits looked full and creamy, the tips deep pink and swollen. She threw her head back as she thumbed the buds, pinching and rubbing them.


“Oh, God, Brodie,” she whimpered.

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