Page 220 of Hot Cops

She feigned a contrite smile that didn’t fool him for a minute. “Maybe there’s some way I can convince you to forget all this and let me off with a warning?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Are you attempting to bribe a police officer?”

She reached out to run her hand along his chest, toying suggestively with his badge. “I didn’t say anything about a bribe.”

He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to counter or retreat. Evan turned her toward the car, grasping her wrists and tugging them behind her back. She had just begun to struggle when he slapped on the handcuffs. Then he bent over her, pressing her against the hood of the car, letting her helplessness sink in.

“What did you have in mind?” he murmured in her ear.

He’d taken her off-guard. It took her a few moments to regroup.

“I…” She swallowed heavily when he ground his cock more firmly against her ass. “I…” She paused again. Finally she said, “What do you want?”

Evan chuckled. Annie was rarely at a loss for words. It felt good to shake up the self-assured woman. “I want it all, Ms. Iser. Your total submission. For the entire night.”

“Submission?” Annie repeated the word with the same tone some women used when they mentioned chocolate or wine. She wanted the same thing he did. Badly.

“I’m taking you into custody. You will be punished for every single crime you committed tonight—speeding, failure to yield to a policeman, resisting arrest, drinking and driving, carrying a concealed weapon?—”

“Hey. You never found that,” she argued.

“Oh, don’t worry, Ms. Iser. I’m definitely going to uncover that heat.” Then he finished his list. “And texting while driving. You’ve been a very naughty woman. So do you agree to my demand or should I read you your rights and take you to lockup now?”

Annie bit her lower lip, pretending to consider her options. He was transported back in time, to the days when sex was playful and fun and so goddamn hot, he went to bed most nights with a cock sore from fucking.

“I don’t want to go to jail,” she said at last.

“Then you’re mine.” Evan made sure to evoke as much menace into his voice as he could. He fully intended to test Annie’s limits tonight. He’d lost his way, so overwhelmed by guilt for letting her down that he’d forgotten what they could truly give each other.

They’d let their disappointment and sadness beat them down until they were mere shadows of their former selves. Somewhere along the line, they had relinquished their desires and given up on their relationship. Tonight, he was reclaiming it…and then he would demand even more.

He lifted the hem of her white sundress, pleased to find her wearing his favorite thong. Annie had dressed for the holiday, adding bright red flip-flops to her outfit and tying her hair in a ponytail with a thick blue ribbon adorned with stars. She’d been ready for an evening spent sitting on the sandy beach by the lake. He ran his hand over the bare cheeks of her ass.

“You were driving sixteen miles over the legal limit,” he said as he continued to stroke.

Annie began to move sensually, soaking up his soft touches. Her chest was still pressed to the hood, her hands constrained behind her back. She was truly his captive. There was little she could do to resist his advances. Evan didn’t think she’d realized that yet. But she would. Soon.

“I’m going to punish you for that, Ms. Iser. Now…count.”

He lifted his hand, striking her firmly on the ass. Annie started to rear up, but without the use of her arms, it took very little for him to hold her against the car. They’d experimented with spanking in the past—only a couple of times—but they hadn’t gone much beyond him taking her over his lap and placing a few taps on her bottom before they gave in to the heat of the moment. Tonight was all about practicing restraint—his and hers.

“Evan—” she said with a gasp.

“You will call meLieutenant. And you will count.”

He spanked her again, his hand landing on the opposite cheek with the same amount of force.

“Two,” Annie said, still struggling to escape.

He cupped one globe of her ass in his hand as he bent over her back. “No. That was one. The count will start over every time you forget.”

She shot him a dirty look over her shoulder and started to protest. Evan didn’t give her the opportunity. He lifted his hand and struck again.

“Two,” she repeated through gritted teeth and with a look that promised retribution.

He wasn’t worried. He knew how to distract her from her anger. He placed three lighter blows on her upper thighs as she counted. Then he caressed her heated skin. Annie sighed at his softer touch. Unable to resist, Evan ran his finger along her slit, amazed by how incredibly wet she was, her thong drenched.

The last few weeks, they had actually started using lubrication during sex. The fact Evan hadn’t considered that abnormal or wrong drove home just how low he’d sunk. He hadn’t been wrong when he’d told Macie he was letting Annie down—he’d just mistaken the reason.

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