Page 137 of Hot Cops

“Wanna know a secret?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“I knew at April Fools too.”

The light turned green so he started driving again. “Is that right?”

“Problem is, I didn’t realize that’s what it was.”

“You realize you still haven’t said the words,” Landon pointed out.

“Neither have you.”

Before he could reply to that, they were at his place. “Sunnie…” He leaned close to her as he turned off the car.

She twisted in her seat and leaned forward as well, expecting him to tell her how he felt.

“When we get upstairs, I’m going to punish you for freaking out. Then I’m going to strip you naked and do very dirty things to you.”

Old Sunnie would have been ridiculously turned on by that prospect.

New Sunnie wanted those damn three little words.

Then she reared back, something he’d said sinking in. “Punish me?”

Landon opened the door, then came around, taking her hand as she got out too. He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked into his building, drawing her close enough that he could whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to push those sexy jeans down to your ankles, bend you over my bed, and spank your cute little ass until you promise to never again run out on me in the middle of a fight. Especially one where I’m naked and hard.”

Sunnie, because she was contrary, ran her hand along the front of his jeans. “Bet that hurt.”

He narrowed his eyes, then pressed her hand more firmly against him, letting her know he was right back to the same place he’d been this morning when she left. “You have no idea. Hence the spanking.”

She laughed as they got into the elevator, the sound fading when he didn’t even crack a smile. “You’re joking about that, right?”

He shook his head. “Not even a little bit. Besides, I spanked you last night.”

“Those were swats in the heat of the moment,” she sputtered. “You can’t spank me like I’m some badly behaved child!”

“Of course I can. And believe me, the way I do it won’t make you feel like a kid.” He pressed her against the wall of the elevator, kissing her cheek, his breath hot in her ear when he said, “If I do it right, you’ll have your first orgasm that way.”

The elevator doors opened and Sunnie stumbled to his apartment, feeling drunk even though she’d only had a couple margaritas—and that had been two hours earlier.

Once they were inside, Landon grabbed her hand, dragging her to his bedroom at record speed as she giggled.

“Landon, it’s a marathon, babe. Not a sprint.”

He turned toward her once they were in his room, hands on his hips. “Pants off.”

Sunnie unfastened her jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. Then she began to shimmy out of the denim, letting it slip over her hips one little inch at a time, grinning as she did so. She left her panties in place. Her sensual, slow striptease was driving him crazy.

Landon watched her through narrowed, hungry eyes. “Keep it up, Sunshine. It’s only adding to your punishment.”

She rolled her eyes—which turned out to be his breaking point.

“That’s it.”

Landon strode over, picked her up and tossed her onto her back on his bed. She barely had time to push up on her elbows before he had her shoes, jeans and panties tugged off.

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