Page 26 of Hot Cops

She smiled. “I like surprises.”

“I know.” He reached for her legs, hooking his elbows in the crooks of her knees. “Feeling flexible?”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

He lifted her legs and bent forward. The position left her knees nearly perpendicular with her shoulders and her pussy wide for his attention.

“I’ve noticed you like it hard.” He kissed her, letting his lips and his words tickle her cheek.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Hold on, Mrs. Young.” He punctuated his warning with a quick, hard thrust and Riley groaned. He repeated the motion several more times, rejoicing when he felt the muscles of her pussy signaling her coming climax. Having sex with her was more fun than his fantasies had been. She far surpassed every wet dream he’d ever had about her.

He pulled out, releasing her legs.

“Hey.” She frowned when he moved away.

“You’re going to have to learn to control those orgasms of yours.”

“Why?” she asked, and he laughed. The question was so typically Riley. She never denied herself any pleasure she wanted. Squeezing every bit of joy out of life she possibly could.

“Because it will make the reward that much sweeter in the end.”

“Screw that. Actually, screw me. I was getting close.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘quality, not quantity’?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much in bed?”

He didn’t bother to answer, instead rolling her onto her stomach and trapping her legs beneath his thighs. She started to push herself up, so he placed his hand at the top of her back, holding her against the mattress.

“Aaron, what—” Any further comment she could make was cut off when he placed a sharp smack on her bottom. “What the hell are you doing?”

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back. “Have you ever been spanked?”

“What kind of question is that? I’m one of seven rambunctious kids and you’ve met my pop. Of course I’ve been spanked. Hell, I think my pop spankedyouonce when we broke his?—”

“I mean sexually, Riley.”

“I don’t think spankings are even remotely sexy.”

“Have you ever tried it?” he asked.

“Have you?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

She laid her head on the pillow beneath her and sighed. “How did I not know all of this about you?”

He bent forward and placed a friendly kiss on her cheek before allowing her to roll over. He sat up while she lay on her back looking at him. “We’ve never really discussed our sex lives.”

“That’s not true,” she said. “I’ve told you everything about mine.”

He paused to consider her comment and realized she was being sincere. She’d told him way too much about her past love life, as far as he was concerned. It had eaten him alive to hear all the gory details about her being with any man who wasn’t him. Even so, he’d listened and commented and pretended for years that every word she spoke didn’t cut through him like a knife.

“You never asked me about mine, Riley.”

“Would you have told me?” she asked. “If I’d looked at you and said, ‘What floats your boat between the sheets, Aaron?’ Would you have mentioned the spankings, the butt plugs, the dominance and God knows what else?”

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