Page 218 of Hot Cops

Evan caught up with her car on the outskirts of town. She had the top down on the convertible, enjoying the last of the day’s sunshine. The weather was surprisingly mild for July in Texas, the temperature not creeping much above eighty-five all day. In Maris, any summer day that didn’t touch a hundred was a cool one.

She waved when she spotted him, not bothering to pull over or slow down. Obviously she thought his pursuit was a joke. They were only a few miles away from the turn off to Harper’s Lake, where they’d planned to meet up.

Annie’s family owned a cabin on the lake that they used on weekends and holidays. However, her parents were out of town, visiting Annie’s brother in Seattle this Fourth of July, so he and Annie had decided to take advantage of the empty cabin, packing overnight bags and staying there after the fireworks. It saved them driving back into town later and added to the element of romance. They could almost pretend they were away on vacation if they weren’t in their own bedroom.

As Annie continued to fly down the road, a wicked plan began to play out in Evan’s mind. It would mean missing the barbeque, but it would be worth it. The more road they ate up, the more Evan was convinced he’d discovered the perfect way to rejuvenate and reignite the passion in his marriage.

He and Annie were going to recreate the first night they met—only this time, Evan intended to put a sexy spin on it. Averysexy spin.

He sped up, not bothering to turn off the lights or siren. The road was clear, so he began to overtake her. Once he pulled even to her car, he used the loudspeaker.

“Follow me,” he commanded before continuing past, enjoying the confusion on her face.

When he made the turn for the lake, Annie was right behind him. This was the same road he’d pulled her over on nearly five years earlier. She’d been on her way to the cabin to spend a long weekend with her parents when he’d stopped her for driving way past the legal limit. They’d struck up a conversation as he studied her license and registration. He hadn’t been fooled by her obvious attempts to charm her way out of the ticket, but he’d pretended to fall for them just the same. She’d been flirtatious and funny and he’d tried hard to find ways to keep talking to her. Plus, she’d been wearing a bikini beneath a low-cut cover-up and it had been difficult for him to concentrate on much of anything besides her sexy tits.

Luckily, it had been late and, just like now, he’d been at the end of his shift. Somehow, they’d wound up taking their conversation down to the lake, the two of them sitting on the sandy beach, dipping their toes in the cool water. They’d talked all night. Then, somewhere around four a.m., he’d gotten his courage up enough to lean over to kiss her. He hadn’t kissed another woman since.

Unfortunately tonight, the public beach by the lake would be packed with people celebrating the Fourth of July. What he had in mind required more privacy. A hell of a lot more privacy. He took the left that would lead them down the long, meandering dirt road to her parents’ cabin. It was isolated and perfect for what he planned.

His phone beeped. Glancing at the screen, he spotted a text from Annie. It was simply a question mark, but it made him chuckle. She was probably wondering why he’d gone the wrong way, driving away from their destination.

Texting while driving. Another violation to add to his growing list. She was making things too easy for him. He didn’t bother to reply. Instead he tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and continued. After several minutes, they reached the cabin. It was on a slight incline with a path that led to the lake and a large dock he and her father had built a year earlier after a flood had wiped out the old one.

Maybe they’d make it down to the water eventually. But first, he had some punishments to mete out. His wife had been a very naughty girl.

She started to park her car behind his, but he gestured out his open window for her to go around him. If all went according to plan, he intended to make use of his police car’s spotlights later on.

Annie followed his directions. He stepped out of his car slowly, letting her curiosity build. She started to open her car door, but he said, “Don’t get out of the car,” in his most authoritative policeman’s voice.

She hesitated, glancing over her shoulder, and he wondered if she’d obey. Then she leaned back against her seat and waited for him.

As he approached, she gave him an exasperated look. “Were the siren and lights really necessary the whole way here?”

“License and registration.”

She laughed, making no move to reach for either thing.

He crossed his arms. “License and registration, ma’am.”

Her laughter died at his stern expression. “What are you doing, Evan?”

Evan refused to break character. He had plans for the evening. Back in the early days of their relationship, they’d taken a few walks on the wild side, incorporating role-play into their sexual exploits, blowing vanilla sex out of the water as they experimented with bondage, domination and submission.

The fact that she still hadn’t picked up on his intent proved to just how far they’d let their relationship fall to the wayside.

“Evan—”

“You have ten seconds to produce the paperwork I’ve requested or I’m citing you for not complying with a policeman’s orders—inadditionto the speeding and failure to pull over. There are stiff fines attached to evading arrest.” He made sure to emphasize the wordstiff, but she missed the sexual innuendo attached to it.

Her eyes narrowed at his haughty tone and he saw a spark of anger flash in her eyes. It had been too long since he’d seen any expression other than sadness or disappointment there. The fury was a welcome sight. It meant the lively, opinionated girl he’d fallen in love with was still there.

She dragged her wallet from her purse, muttering curses that sounded a lot like “jackass” and “arrogant prick,” as she produced her driver’s license.

Annie handed it to him with an annoyed smirk. “Having fun? You realize we share a bank account, so you may want to think about that before slapping too many fines on that ticket. Go too far overboard and our trip to New Orleans this fall is out.” Her tone was pure sarcasm, but he didn’t take the bait. He knew what part he was playing tonight and he fully intended to see her assume her character as well.

He looked at the license. “Annabel Iser.” He purposely left off her married name. “Do you have any idea how fast you were driving, Ms. Iser?”

Her anger was wiped away, replaced once more by confusion. “Um…sixty?”

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