Page 221 of Hot Cops

Never again, he vowed silently. He loved this woman and she deserved all his attention and care…in the bedroom as well as out.

Annie opened her legs, silently urging him to touch her more deeply. He resisted the temptation. The punishment wasn’t over yet.

He lifted his hand and struck her harder on her left cheek. The sudden roughness caught Annie unaware and she nearly forgot to count. He was just about to tell her to start over when she quickly said, “Six!”

He repeated the motion a half-dozen more times—varying the placement and strength.

Annie was gasping for breath as she said “thirteen.” He stopped once more. He didn’t even need to touch her to feel the fire radiating from her body. She wasn’t complaining about the pain. Instead, the spanking had morphed into something that was clearly pushing her arousal higher. She quietly pleaded for more. He wondered if she meant for him to continue the spanking or if she wanted a different sort of more.

He shoved the string of her thong aside and pushed two fingers inside her pussy, marveling at the pressure of her inner muscles as they clenched around him. Damn. How good would that heat, those strong contractions feel on his cock?

He thrust shallowly a few times before pulling out.

Annie cursed him loudly, demanding he continue. He silenced her with the final three slaps, letting that action remind her who was in control.

She pressed her forehead against the hood of the car. “Please. I need you.” The words fell out on a whisper. It took all the strength in his body to refuse her. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d brought her to this place, to the moment where she wanted him with such a fierce hunger.

“That’s right, Ms. Iser. I want you to beg me. Plead for me to fuck you.”

The use of her maiden name seemed to draw Annie back into the game, to remind her of where they were and what he wanted from her.

“I won’t beg you, Officer,” she taunted.

God, he loved her. He lifted her from the car, letting her sundress fall back into place. She challenged him with a gaze that said she was ready for more, that she was capable of handling everything he dished out. He couldn’t wait to prove her wrong. He was going to demand more than he’d ever asked for before.

He lifted his hand to her face, cupping her cheek. Then he let his gaze slide down to her lips. He touched them. “Such a pretty mouth.”

She licked her lips. “Evan.”

He placed his finger on her mouth to keep her from saying more, his expression stern. “Before the night is over, youwillcall me Lieutenant.”

She didn’t deny it with words, but the fire in her eyes let him know she would resist until the bitter end.

He opened the driver’s side door and urged her to sit sideways on the seat. He didn’t miss her slight wince when she landed on her sore bottom. The alpha male he’d kept locked away for too long felt like beating his chest. He was marking this beautiful woman as his. There was something heady about making sure she’d remember this night every time she sat down for the next few days.

His cocky grin must have revealed his pride because she narrowed her eyes in a way that said she’d get her revenge eventually.

Her hands were still cuffed behind her back. Though he wanted to challenge her, to keep her on edge, the part of him that had always stood as her protector came to the forefront. “Are the cuffs too tight? Are they hurting you?”

She shook her head.

“Then they stay on.” Bending forward, he lifted her slightly so he could raise her dress, the material gathering around her waist. Then he tugged her thong off, tossing it aside.

“Open your legs, Ms. Iser.”

He loved the way her eyes went heavy every time he used her maiden name. It continued to fuel the fantasy, to keep her on edge. And hot.

She spread her thighs a few inches. She wasn’t finished fighting him yet. Annie intended to make him work for everything. He stepped between her legs, using his knees to open her as wide as the confines of the car would allow. The height of her sitting on the seat, with him standing in the open door, was perfect for what he had in mind next.

Evan unhooked his gun belt, laying it on the backseat of the convertible. Annie’s gaze never left his hands as he unzipped his pants, then reached in to draw out his cock. He held back the groan of relief he felt as he freed his erection. He’d reached critical mass the moment she’d stepped out of the car and the tightness of his pants had become painful.

Annie moved forward slightly, but he halted her.

“I haven’t told you what to do.”

She looked up. “I hardly think I need instructions.”

Her sassy smile faded when he pulled the ribbon out of her hair, her auburn waves falling over her shoulders. He wrapped a handful of tresses around his fingers, tugging it roughly.

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