The Virgin Sex Queen
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Mike grunted.
“Thanks for your support.”
Mike grunted again.
Shit. Bugger. “God damn it.”
“She’ll probably be fine.” Mike took a cautious sip of the hot coffee. “Find herself another man who actually tells her he wants her. Loves her.”
“What!?” Alan jerked upright in his seat, steam already coming out of his ears at the thought of some other bastard daring to poach on his woman. “Sophie is my woman, damn it! What the hell? I’m sitting here feeling all damn sorry for myself, ready to let the woman I love walk away! This is not Alan Cooper!”
Mike cut him a sideways glance.
Alan swung around to face him. “She bloody well belongs with me and I’m going to tell her so. I’m going to lay down the law, Mike. Yeah, I’m going to tell her I love her and she better damn well marry me!”
Mike just looked out the front of the windshield, but there as a definite little quirk to his normally unsmiling mouth.
“I am not letting her leave me! Mike, take me home!”
A car whizzed past at that precise moment. Mike capped his cup and slotted it into the cup holder. “Right after this.”
“Aw shit, man.” Glaring at the rear lights of the car disappearing down the road, Alan capped his cup as well. “Bloody speed hog does not know who he’s messing with tonight.”
Bloody idiot was keeping him from claiming his woman. Alan was going to slap him with a fine that he’d still be paying when he was on the pension.
Lights flashing, siren slicing through the air, Mike spun the car out onto the road with his usual precise driving and drove after the speeding car.
Less than a minute passed before they’d caught up to it. The driver indicated and turned off onto the side of the road.
“You have got to be freakin’ kidding me.” Alan stared at the back of the car and the now familiar number plate. “Sophie?”
“You can handle this one.” Mike calmly reached for his coffee cup, his usual stoic expression in place. “You’ve had plenty of practice.”
Not even noticing what he said, Alan opened the car door and slowly got out. She was freakin’ speeding again after she promised him she wouldn’t. Here he was getting ready to claim her and she went and put herself in danger again. The woman he loved breaking a promise and disobeying the law again.
Anger warring with his newly discovered feelings for her, Alan strode furiously around the back of her car to the driver’s window. Leaning in, he snarled, “Get out of the damned car, Sophie!”
It surprised the shit out of him when she swung around to glare right back at him. “You have some nerve, Alan Cooper!”
“Me?”
“Yeah! How dare you!”
Oh, that was so not the right thing to say to him right now. “Get out of the God damned car, Sophie. Now!”
The door slammed open right into him, knocking him back a pace. Before he could get his breath back, she’d stepped out and slammed it behind her, jamming her hands on her rounded hips.
Glaring up at him.
Straightening, he gritted out, “You are in so much trouble, lady.” Grabbing her arm, he marched her around the back of the car to the safety of the other side.
No sooner had he released her than she rounded on him. “I’ve been driving around for freakin’ hours looking for you and finally, here you are! Well, I’m telling you right now, Alan Cooper, that I love you! Yes, I love you! I don’t care if you laugh at me, I don’t care if you are horrified! Get that look off your face or so help me, I’ll slap it off!”
Stunned, he gaped at her.
“We had the most wonderful two weeks of my life, Alan, and I was scared I just had a crush on you but Ghost told me that I love you and that’s why I was upset at leaving and you not asking me to stay and now it’s stuck in my head and I don’t care if you don’t want me, I just needed you to know!” She ran out of breath after that garbled little rant, and along with that breath her anger just seemed to flood away. Her shoulders slumped and the bright glare of her eyes gave way to the sparkle of tears. “So now you know.”
“Soph,” he whispered, “are you sure?’
“I discussed it with SJ and yes, I’m sure.”
“The cat?”
“I am such an idiot.” A tear spilled over to trickle down her cheek.
“Oh Soph. Oh baby, don’t cry.” One step closer and Alan gathered her into his arms, his heart almost bursting. She loved him! “Oh baby.” Jesus, was that all he could say?
One sideways glance showed Mike calmly sipping his coffee. Surprisingly, he nodded to Alan and made a gesture with his cup.
Like he needed advice from King Kong. Mind you, he did have a devoted wife. Go figure.
A sniff from the chick in his arms had him cupping her wet cheeks and tipping her head back so he could look down into her eyes. “Really, Sophie? You really love me?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Don’t, Alan. Whatever you do, please don’t laugh. I’ll be gone by morning, you won’t have to see me again. Laugh then but don’t laugh in front of me.”
The shame and misery in her eyes almost done him in. “Oh baby.” He kissed her eyelids tenderly, one each, lingering and soft.
She hiccuped.
Drawing back a little, he rested his forehead against hers and looked deep into her tear-drenched eyes. “Sophie, I love you. I was going insane thinking of you going home, back to your family and friends and leaving me behind. I couldn’t even get any cheer up when booking a hoon, and that’s saying something.”
There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
“I was on my way home to tell you to stay, to beg you, when this speed hog sped past us and we had to give chase.”
She blinked. “Ummm…”
“Soph,” he said softly. “I love you. Stay here, marry me, drive me insane, make me laugh, grow old with me, and still have hot sex with me when our hip and knee joints are replaced and my perfect body is all wrinkly.”
She started to laugh, watery, true, but genuinely amused. “Oh, Alan, that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Don’t worry, baby, there’s more where that came from.”
“Promise?”
He kissed her lightly. “Every night, Soph. Every night.” He kissed her again, a little deeper, a little longer. “I love you, Soph.” Another kiss, a lot of tongue. “My own personal fantasy.” Sweeping her into his arms, he kissed her with hot thoroughness.
Cars swept past, their lights providing the perfect backdrop. Several hooted their horns and a couple of young blokes let out yahoos as they drove past.
Alan couldn’t care less. In fact, he didn’t hear them. He had Sophie in his arms and that was all he needed.
In the cop car, Mike sipped on his coffee and smiled.
~*~
A Year Later
In the window of Elsie’s bookshop is proudly displayed a huge poster of Sophie Willow’s latest erotic romance, Cop Heat. Australia and New York Times Number One Best Seller.
In her latest interview, Sophie Willow (married name Sophie Cooper) states it’s based on real life.
Her husband just smiles and winks. He’s kind of cute in a boy-next-door way. She says he looks hot in uniform and hotter out of it.
He says she should know, she strips him out of it regularly.
Who knew the Sex Queen could blush?
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BIO
Angela Verdenius lives in Australia, where she is ruled by her cats, adores reading, and thinks a perfect day is writing and drinking Diet Coke, followed by reading or a good horror movie.
To date, she has written numerous novels in sci-fi romance series and BBW contemporary romances, 2 novellas, and several short stories, one of which is a zombie story she had great fun writing. Her books have won many reviewers’ awards, as well as having been on the Fictionwise best-seller list and winning the
Golden Rose Award.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8