Page 225 of Hot Cops

Slowly, she opened her legs. Her cheeks flushed, her skin growing hot. Evan walked to the front of his car and leaned against the hood. She lost sight of his features as the bright lights overwhelmed her vision, making him appear as nothing more than a silhouette.

Less than ten feet separated them, but he felt much farther away. Without a clear view of him or the sound of his breathing, it seemed as if she was completely alone. It was unnerving…and exciting.

It was quiet except for the natural sounds surrounding them—crickets chirping, a slight breeze rustling the leaves, the more distant lapping of the lake against the dock. Evan didn’t speak for several moments, which left her even more in the dark.

What was he doing? Thinking? Typically she could tell from his tone or expression if he was tired, stressed-out, hungry or amused.

Now, he’d hidden from her, leaving her exposed under the lights. It forced her to focus not on him, but on herself, on her own feelings. As the minutes stretched, Annie was lulled into a state of relaxation by the gentle rhythm of the water in the distance. The heat produced by the police car’s lights made her almost sluggish, sleepy. She stopped worrying about her nudity or Evan’s impression of her.

She was pleasantly warm, fuzzy, horny. Her arousal hadn’t waned. In fact, it had grown.

“Touch yourself.”

She jumped slightly when he finally broke the silence. Had she somehow given herself away? Revealed her need?

It took her a moment to process his command. By then, he’d lost patience.

“I’m not going to repeat myself, Ms. Iser.”

Her hands moved to her breasts—seemingly of their own accord—and she cupped them, letting their plumpness fill her palms. The women in her family had a history of being rather well endowed. Most of the time she cursed her large boobs, wishing she didn’t have to lug the ungainly things around all day.

Evan, however, loved her breasts. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them to fall asleep, him spooning her from behind with one of her breasts in the hand he’d wrapped around her.

She squeezed the globes harder, intending to use the action to arouse him. He was still hidden in the shadows.

Was he watching? Was her sexy peepshow working?

Annie moved her fingers to her nipples, sucking in a shallow breath when she stroked the sensitive tips. How long had it been since she’d felt like this—her body on fire, her pussy clenching with a gut-aching need?

She pinched her nipples tightly, pushing the sensation just beyond pleasure to pain. She winced, not because it hurt, but because the rough touch sent shards of electrical currents directly to her clit. She started to close her legs, hoping to find some relief, but she recalled Evan’s order.

He wanted her legs open, wanted her completely exposed. After the magical wickedness of the evening, she couldn’t think of anything she wouldn’t give him right now. She’d fallen in love with the man five years earlier that first night by the lake, and she’d fallen just a bit deeper every single day since then.

Evan didn’t speak as she played with her breasts, didn’t offer commands or try to direct her actions. If not for his silhouette leaning against the car, she could almost forget he was there.

Almost.

Annie moved one hand lower, drawing it over her stomach to her pussy. She wondered if Evan would stop her. He didn’t move, so she took the freedom he offered.

She needed to come. Like yesterday. The need had built up until she’d reached the point of no return. He’d told her to touch herself and that was exactly what she was going to do.

She caressed the firm bud of her clit, going straight for the kill. She was no stranger to masturbation, to finding her own pleasure. She’d spent too many single years before meeting and marrying her hot cop. Too many lonely nights.

As she increased the speed and pressure, she was overcome with gratefulness that she had met Evan. Though her touch was doing the trick, she realized whatever climax she gave herself would be lukewarm compared to the explosive sparks Evan provoked.

Or at least, the ones heused toprovoke. Before she became obsessed with getting pregnant and having babies.

Guilt crept in and Annie hesitated, her fingers pausing mid-stroke. She didn’t want to come without him. Didn’t want to keep feeling alone in a house where she wasn’t alone. Annie spent every single night with Evan and yet, she’d missed him.

Now he was there, with her, and she needed this time to make things right between them.

“Don’t stop,” he commanded.

She wanted to submit, wanted to give him what he asked for, but first…

“I’m sorry.”

Evan didn’t reply immediately and she suspected her apology confused him. After all, how was he supposed to know what she was sorry for?

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