Need swamps me. I step closer, between her legs, then kick her right foot. Then her left.
She gasps but doesn’t stumble as she widens her stance. My chest heaves with want. And my mind floods with understanding. I know why I wantthisfantasy.
I crave trust. Always have. It’s not only the foundation of my job—it’s the cornerstone of any relationship. That’s what I’ve seen from the people around me. The way they trust and depend on each other.
But now, I’m seeing trust in another light. A smoky, sexy light.
An after-dark one, with a woman who trusts me to test her, to push her, to take care of her.
Ellie trusts me so beautifully, which turns me on more than her beautiful body. Her trust in me thrills me to my bones.
And I intend to treat it like the gift it is. “You’re under arrest,” I command.
“Good,” she taunts.
I grab her wrists and yank them together. Hold them tightly in my grip. With my other hand, I snap on the cuffs. God, she looks stunning, at my mercy like this. Offering me her body. Her voice. And her beautiful, dirty mind. To do with what I will.
My skin heats with excitement.
“So this guy you were dying to see,” I say sternly as I lock the cuffs.
“Yes, officer?”
“You needed to drive that fast to see him?”
“He’s sexy and growly and ridiculously possessive,” she says in a sensual purr.
I jerk on the cuffs. “Does he give it to you good?”
She trembles. “He fucks me till I scream,” she whispers.
I growl, then slide my hands over the soft, tempting flesh of her ass, squeezing both cheeks. “Is that any way to talk to an officer of the law?”
“Maybe you should take me in for the night. Lock me up.”
That’s it. I’m about to snap with lust. I press my body to hers, my hard-on grinding against her ass. “You have the right to remain aroused,” I whisper hotly into her ear.
She arches against me.
“Anything you say can and will be used against you by me as I get you off,” I say.
“Play with my pussy, officer,” she says, going with our roles so perfectly. “Use your hand and make me come.”
I slide a palm between her thighs, gliding my fingers across the soaked panel of her panties.
She rocks against me, then pants, “Tease my clit, officer.”
She rocks and thrusts, and I glide my finger under the slippery lace and across her hot center. When I reach her clit, she drops her head back and groans.
Too loud.
Roughly, like she wants it, I clamp a hand over her mouth. She gasps. Arches. Seeks more of my hand. “This’ll teach you to obey the law,” I say as I stroke her sweet clit.
She writhes against my palm.
I go faster, following her cues, reading her pleasure.
This wicked thrill iseverything.