Page 192 of Hot Cops

Neither Jayne nor Sophie said much as the four of them worked together to get the place shut down for the night, though she could see they were dying with curiosity over Jarod sticking around to help out. Stephanie was sure her friends would assault her with a million questions tomorrow morning. For tonight, they were on their best behavior. Well, sort of. Twice, she caught Sophie checking out Jarod’s ass and then giving her the thumbs-up.

Stephanie rolled her eyes and struggled not to laugh at her friend’s impressed face. She didn’t disagree. Jarod had a fine ass. She’d snuck a peek more than a few times tonight.

Finally, Jayne and Sophie said their goodnights, walking toward the back door and the small lot where they all parked their cars.

Stephanie was trying to figure out how to make the next move. All night she’d walked around in a permanent state of sexual awareness. Her panties were drenched and her nipples were so tight and sensitive, she had to suck in a deep breath every time the cotton rubbed against them a certain way.

“My car’s out front,” he said. “Ride with me. I’ll bring you back here for your car in the morning.”

His words weren’t a question, and again she was struck by his dominance. She recognized it well. It was a bit like looking in a mirror. “Or I can follow you to your place and leave immediately if you’re lame in bed.”

He smiled, not offended. “That’s not going to be an issue.”

“So says every man on the planet, but the fact is a lot of you do suck at sex.”

“You know this from personal experience?”

She picked up her purse. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“I want you to ride home with me.”

While her body wanted that too, her head was firing up all sorts of alarms. She’d just met this guy, she had no idea where he lived, and if things went south, she needed an escape plan.

“But,” he said, “you’re smart to take your own car.”

She laughed at the resigned look on his face. He knew as well as she did why she was hesitating. “Bet you hate being a cop sometimes, don’t you?”

Jarod took her hand in his. “Yep. If you were my sister or a female friend, I’d be reading you the riot act for even agreeing to go home with a guy you just met. While I know I’m perfectly safe, you have no way of really knowing that.”

“I have mace in my purse and a wicked right hook. Plus I know what my gut says.”

“What’s that?” He lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on her palm. Again with the gentle caresses that drove her out of her mind. She fought to suppress a shiver of desire. Jarod was too observant. If he realized how much he was turning her on, he’d keep going, pressing harder. She was a powder keg about to blow.

“You really are a nice guy,” she teased.

“Ouch.”

“If you know it’s safer for me to drive myself, why even offer to drive me home?”

He shrugged. “Because I’m afraid you’ll change your mind halfway there and turn around. My cock’s fucking killing me. I know I promised you two decent rounds, but I’m pretty sure the first time’s going to be fast. Really fast. I need you, Steph, and I want you. Bad.”

“I feel the same way. Let’s go.”

He walked her to her car and even opened the door. He chuckled as she climbed in.

“Are you laughing at my car?”

Jarod looked at it and shook his head. “Not really. I have to say the Bug seems to fit your personality. It’s just so small in there. I’m glad you didn’t offer to drive. I don’t think I’d like riding home with my knees pressed against my chin.”

“It’s notthatsmall.”

He gave her his address, and she plugged his cell number into her phone in case they got separated on the trip to his home. She gave him her number as well. Jarod walked around the block and waited until she was behind him before heading toward his house.

As she drove in silence, she had to admit Jarod had a valid point. Being alone gave her too much time to think about what she was about to do.

She wasn’t having second thoughts about the sex part. She rarely did. She’d long ago given up caring what society thought about women who embarked on sexual affairs. She liked sex a lot, and she didn’t feel the need to apologize for that. There were too many double standards attached to the physical act as far as she was concerned.

Her doubts in regards to Jarod had nothing to do with the physical attraction. That was irrefutable, and she wasn’t the sort of person to deny herself something she wanted.

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