Page 219 of Hot Cops

“Sixty-one. In a forty-five.”

“You know as well as I do that speed limit is set too low. You’ve said so yourself, Evan, so why?—”

“My name is Lieutenant Sparks. You can call me Lieutenant. Nothing else.”

She was taken aback by his firm voice, his quick correction. “You’re joking?”

He frowned. “Do I look like I’m joking?” He moved away from her door. “Step out of the vehicle, Ms. Iser.”

Annie opened her door, still leery of his strange behavior. He hoped his next move would help clear things up for her.

He pointed toward the front of the car. “Stand facing the vehicle and put your hands on the hood.”

She moved as he directed, taking her time. No doubt she was waiting for him to call the game to a halt with a laugh. Once she was in position, he stepped behind her. “If you’d been driving four miles per hour faster, I could have charged you with reckless.”

“It’s an obvious speed trap. Proven by the fact you were sitting there. Like a spider on his web capturing poor, unsuspecting flies.”

He leaned closer, letting her feel the erection in his pants as he brushed it along her ass. “And you flew right into it.”

Annie started to step back, intent on rubbing against him, but he moved away, patting her down. At first the touch was cursory, no nonsense. Then he repeated the motions, letting his hands linger on her sides, the tips of his fingers stroking her breasts.

“Are you searching for something special, officer?”

The breathless quality of her voice let him know she’d finally caught up with him.

“I need to be sure you aren’t carrying any concealed weapons.”

She looked over her shoulder and gave him a flirty smile. “Oh, I’m packing heat. But you aren’t looking in the right place.”

He fought to restrain a groan. Annie was a master at dirty talk. Then it occurred to him that this fantasy—the cop and his criminal—was one they’d never played out. Which was strange considering his occupation and the fact he had all the right toys.

“Face forward, Ms. Iser. I don’t think you understand the seriousness of this situation.”

Annie held his gaze a few seconds longer before looking away. Her hips wiggled seductively as he moved his “search” lower. He didn’t take the bait. He had a definite strategy for how the night would unfold and it had everything to do with his pretty criminal submitting to his authority.

“Have you been drinking, Ms. Iser?”

She lifted her shoulders casually, unconcerned, unrepentant. “I may have had a glass of wine earlier. It is a holiday, you know.”

Annie wasn’t much of a drinker, even on the holidays, so he wondered about the wine. Was she feeling the same pressure he was? Had she been looking for a way to relax before seeing him again? That thought made his chest ache. He pushed it away. Hopefully, tonight would help them mend the rifts they’d unconsciously let grow.

He reached for her upper arm, dragging her upright and turning her until she faced him. “Drinking and driving?”

“You don’t really expect me to confess to that, do you, officer?”

“Lieutenant.” The mischief in her eyes told him she was purposely refusing to acknowledge his rank. “And I don’t need your confession. I have a breathalyzer.”

She didn’t pretend to be worried. He loved her spunk, the challenge in her posture. She crossed her arms, allowing them to push up her breasts. The move drew his attention to her hard nipples. His mouth watered for a taste of them, but it was far too early for that. If he started taking off her clothes, the game would end too fast.

For months, he’d viewed sex as a chore, the two of them going through the motions with very little passion or foreplay. As he looked at her flushed face, as he watched her chest rise and fall with breathless expectation, he wanted to kick his own ass for forgetting how good it could be between them.

“Don’t I have to consent to the breathalyzer?”

He shook his head. “I’m not giving you a choice.” He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her closer. “Are you ready?”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond before placing his lips on hers. He pressed them open, touching his tongue to hers. He couldn’t detect even the faintest hint of wine on her breath. Regardless, he kept kissing her, tasting and breathing her air. Evan didn’t need alcohol. He could get drunk on Annie.

Finally, after several minutes, he forced himself to release her, working overtime to maintain control, to stay in character. “You realize you’re in quite a bit of trouble, Ms. Iser.”

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