Page 6 of Hot Cops

“I remember landing in Vegas and hitting the strip. There were these blue drinks at a bar. After that, it gets kinda hazy.”

“Blue drinks?” he asked, his chocolate-brown eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

“You weren’t there for those?”

He shook his head, unconcerned. “I must have missed the blue drinks. I made it in time for the good stuff though.”

His sleep-tousled hair sent her body into overdrive, as did his husky morning voice. Christ, she was totally attracted to him.

To Aaron.

Maybe she was still drunk and the alcohol was affecting her brain. His hand started to caress her stomach again and she brought hers down quickly to halt his movements.

Time to bite the bullet. Ask the most important question.

“Why are you in bed with me?”

Aaron grinned. “Where else would I be?”

“Ordinarily I would say at home, cussing me and my wild schemes. But at the very least, given that we’re not in Baltimore, you should be in yourownhotel room.”

He chuckled. “Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about your wild schemes anymore—or the separate hotel rooms.”

“Why is that?” A strong sense of impending trouble suffused her as she asked the question. Some part of her knew instinctively she didn’t want to hear the answer.

He lifted her left hand up with his and pointed to a thick silver band on her ring finger.

“What the fuck isthat?”

“Your wedding ring. We’re married.”

“The hell we are!”

He shrugged off her heated denial with a good-natured smile and her arousal vanished in an instant, replaced by the need to hit something or someone. She narrowed her eyes, wondering what it would feel like to punch him in the stomach. No doubt that would shrink Mr. Happy back to a manageable size. As it was, she was finding it very difficult to think with his cock poking her in the hip with every breath she took.

“Can’t you put that thing away?” she yelled, pointing at his hard-on.

“Away…or in?”

She gasped at the thought. “I have to get out of here.” She started to rise but Aaron quite efficiently managed to stop her, moving over her and pinning her to the bed with his hips and hands. She was completely trapped, surrounded by his hard flesh.

“No more running away, Riley.”

She placed her palms against his chest, intending to shove him off, but his words halted her actions. “What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t run away.”

“All you do is run. You aren’t going to escape this so easily.”

She tried to assimilate this man, this Aaron, with the man who’d been her gentle best friend for over two decades. “Escape what?”

“Our marriage.” He punctuated his words with a slow, firm thrust of his erection against the vee of her legs.

“We aren’t married.”

He grinned. “We are very, very married. I have the marriage license and the DVD to prove it.”

“DVD?”

“I figured some of the details might be hazy for you. Besides, it’s a nice keepsake. Something we can show our kids.”

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