“Mmm-hmm.” He sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her teasingly before sinking his teeth into the sensitized flesh.
“Please.”
“Please what?” he murmured against her skin.
“Fuck me.”
He slowed, drawing on the riptide of expectation gathering in his gut. Her gasps came faster, her breathing growing shallow. She gyrated against his leg. Her nails raked his back, and a surge of pleasure rippled through him even as he flinched. Releasing her breast, he stood up and planted himself firmly between her splayed thighs.
“Oh, yes. Fuck me.”
His chest heaved as if he’d chased down a bad guy. He lowered his eyes just to be sure he’d finally caught the good girl he’d dreamed of having for so long. “You ready for me?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Her fervent whisper was all the affirmation he needed. The cuff dangling from her wrist proved too tantalizing a reminder to resist. The cooling metal bumped his chest with each deep breath he took. He reached for her hand and pulled it away from his sizzling skin, wetting his lips as he let his eyes wander up her long legs to the triangle of dark curls covering her pussy.
“Ask me again,” he rasped. He mirrored her palm with his as if measuring the length of her fingers. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please.”
She stared straight into his eyes as she whispered the plea. The weight of his service cuff closing around his own wrist sent an unexpected thrill skittering up his spine. Shackling himself to Sherry Adams was enough to blow his mind. The fact that she would beg him to take her sharpened his senses to a fine point.
He dropped to his knees, running his hands over her thighs, kneading the soft skin with his fingers and pushing them open wide. His lips parted but his gaze remained riveted to those dark curls. He pressed his mouth to the glistening pink flesh. He inhaled deeply, drinking in her scent as her hips jerked. Pushing her legs up, he bent them until her heels rested on the edge of the counter.
“Tyler.”
He stroked her clit softly with his tongue, humming with satisfaction as she rose to meet his touch. The cuffs clinked when she reached to steady herself. His knuckles rapped against the display case. He gently stroked the hardened bud with teasing glances of his tongue, nuzzling her with his nose, raking his tongue the length of her. He circled her entrance, thrusting into her then retreating to reclaim her clit. She bucked and squirmed, her moist skin squeaking against dusty glass. She whispered words of encouragement, breathed his name and whimpered pleas for release. He slipped his finger into her heat, and her tight pussy closed around the lucky digit.
“Oh, yes.”
He stroked her mercilessly, driving her higher and higher. She came quickly, crying out as she peaked and grasping for him blindly. Tyler continued to stroke her until she slowed, her pants subsiding to soft sighs as she came down. He rained soft kisses over the insides of her quivering thighs and smiled as he stood. Need pulsed though his bloodstream. His cock twitched when he took her ankles and wrapped her legs around his waist. He splayed his hands over the gently rounded slope of her belly then slid them over sweat-slicked skin to cup her breasts, burying his mouth in the downy valley between them.
“Oh, yes.” A feline purr accented the sentiment. She plowed her fingers into his hair, her nails raking his scalp. “Now?”
“Yes,” he answered. “Now.”
Her smile brightened. He pressed the head of his dick to her damp folds and a strangled groan caught in his throat. She rose up as she pulled him down to kiss him deeply. He tried to push into her but she parried his thrust, gripping his hips with her thighs and effectively cock-blocking him.
“I want you.”
“You’ll have me,” she promised as she kissed her way down his neck to his chest.
“Now.”
“Condom.” Her hand closed around his shaft. She dropped a bawdy wink. “We need a condom. Any idea where we can find one?”
She stroked once, twice, a third time before he stopped her. “You’re killing me.”
“Softly. So, so softly,” she promised in a whisper.
“No, hard. So fucking hard.” He groped for one of the boxes scattered along the counter but came up with only the key to his cuffs. He glanced at their joined wrists then down at the glass display case. It took only a fraction of a second for a new plan to fall into place.
She scowled when he freed his wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Hands over your head,” he ordered.
Her eyebrows shot up, but a slow smile quirked her lips. “Yes, Officer,” she murmured, complying with his order.
The cuff snapped into place around her other wrist. He hooked a finger around the chain and pulled her hands down. Cupping her elbows, he nodded. “Down you go.”
“Down?” Her skin squeaked against glass, clinging to the smudged surface.
“You heard me.”
She lifted one thigh then the other to free them from the sticky grasp of the case and hopped off into his arms. He kissed her soundly, not bothering with form or finesse or even tongue. He was so far past seduction he couldn’t even spot it in the rearview mirror. Before she caught her breath, he spun her around and pressed the heel of his hand to the center of her back.
Sherry caught on quickly. The handcuffs hit the glass with a clunk. A smile curved her lips as she glanced down at the display of dildos then over her shoulder. “You want me to spread ’em again?”
He snagged one of the condom boxes and grinned as he tore into cardboard. “Wide. Spread your legs wide. Ma’am,” he added, smoothing one hand over the curve of her ass. “I love your ass. Keep working on your bad-girl skills. I’m going to love spanking you. Even when you’re not quite bad enough.”
She hummed her acquiescence and assumed the position. He closed his eyes and rolled the condom over his straining dick, straining for a scrap of self-control. “Pick one,” he ordered as he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance.
“Huh?”
The startled question melted into a sigh of pure feminine pleasure when he sank into her. He ground his teeth, fighting the urge to give in to the sweet pull of her pussy walls closing around him. His hand landed on the outside of her hip with a crack and she cried out. Biting his cheek, he stared at strips of sunlight highlighting the front door as he soothed her sizzling skin. “Pick out the one you want for us. Choose the one you want me to use on you.”
“You want—oh.” The word trailed off on a gasp when he thrust into her, burying himself so deep inside he’d never come out.
“The one I’ll press against your ass while I fuck your hot pussy.” His breath stirred her hair when he bent over her back, catching his weight on his palms. Slow and steady, he slid out of her tight sheath then took the plunge again. “The one I’ll slide into your pussy while I spank you till you come.”
Her breathless gasps and moans drove him straight out of his mind. “Did you think this was it?” Grinding his hips against her ass, he hissed through his teeth. “I’m not nearly gonna be done with you. Not even close.”
He punctuated his vow by pulling out and spanking her hard, drawing his hand back and letting the tension build between each blow. Her knees buckled and a rambling stream of pleas, swears and entreaties flowed from her lips. He smiled and parted her damp folds.
“Like that? Want more?”
She answered with a long and loud sigh of pleasure when he circled her clit.
“So much I want to do with you.” Unable to deny himself any longer, he thrust into her wet heat again, clenching his jaw when she closed tight around him. “Pick one of those big rubber dicks.” He huffed and puffed as he plunged into her, babbling whatever swam to the surface of his lust-drenched mind. “Which one do you want? Which one will fill your sweet cunt while you suck me off?”
She cried out when his fingers closed on her swollen clit, pinching the sensitive bud as he thrust into her wet heat, setting a relentless pace. Her swea
t-slicked skin alternately slid against and gripped his. Soft, hot puffs of breath fogged the glass. The tiny pleas bubbling up from her chest made him crazy. Her juices flowed so free and hot, his balls were soaked with her essence.
“You have no idea.” He pounded into her velvet grasp. “I want to fuck you every way I can.”
“Yes. Oh yes,” she panted.
“I loved spanking your ass red.” He shook his head in dazed wonder. “Loved it. I’m going to do it again.”
“Yes. Yes!”
He smiled, amused and aroused by her breathy repetition. “Is that all you can say?”
She nodded, tightening around him, her walls trapping him in their silken vise. “Beats the shit out of no.”
Dipping his head, he nipped at her neck. “Gonna hold you to every one of those yeses.”
She gasped her capitulation. “Yes.”
Suddenly, that tiny word became his undoing. His climax tingled in the soles of his feet, rippled through his calves and thighs, then caught his balls in a stranglehold. He lost all control, grasping her hips and drilling her hard and hot. Her cries bounced off the walls but they barely pierced the blood roaring in his ears.
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She whispered his name as he slowed, her hands grasping for purchase on the smooth glass. Satisfaction hummed through her veins despite the steel cutting into her wrist. Heat rolled off Tyler’s body in waves. His cock pulsed inside her, keeping time with the beat of her heart. She didn’t dare move. She didn’t want him to stir. She would crumble to pieces if he pulled away too soon.
The thought of gathering the tattered shreds of her pride and hightailing it back to the safety of Little Rock niggled, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. In her gut she knew that nothing in Serenity was good for her. But her gut wasn’t speaking to her heart.
She’d let herself be cuffed and manhandled by Tyler Prescott and she loved every minute. Her body hummed, alive with energy and vitality she hadn’t felt in far too long. Her muscles ached, but the dull strum made her powerful and strong. Tyler throbbed inside her, his heartbeat echoing throughout his body. His breath stirred her hair. His muscles tensed. A hot rush of unwanted tears stung her eyes when he pushed up to relieve her of his weight.
“I’m moving to Little Rock next month to start training with the State Police.”
The husky rumble of his voice cut through the fog clouding her mind. She blinked back the tears but one escaped. It fell to the counter with a big, fat plop. She stared at the widening circle in the dust as she tried to process his statement. “Huh?”
“Little Rock. Trooper.” He roused himself enough to lean back. She held in a whimper when the heat of his cock slipped from her body. She turned her head at last and he blinked at her owlishly. “Me.”
At last his meaning soaked through. “You’re going to be a State Trooper?”
He nodded, his hands closing over her hips. He pulled her to her feet and anchored her against his chest with one arm wrapped snug around her waist. “When I finish training.”
Glad to have her back to him, she nodded. “In Little Rock.”
His breath left his lungs in a long huff. “I’m getting out of here. Finally.” He reached past her and snagged the key from the counter. “I want to see you. I want to see a lot of you.”
Her ass throbbed its approval of the plan, but her instincts for self-preservation were too well honed. Whatever future he was planning with her grew more remote as reality seeped in. He was still Tyler Prescott, and she would always be Serenity’s Porn Queen. His parents would come unglued. The rumor of an unholy alliance between the preacher’s kid and the town slut would be enough to scandalize the entire county. The second her name was linked with his, everyone he ever knew would turn against him.
She threw her shoulders back and summoned as much dignity as a handcuffed naked woman leaning on a display case full of dildos could muster. “This was great, Tyler, but I don’t think this is a good—”
“Good idea or not, I can’t help it.”
He waved his free hand between them and she raised her eyebrows. Her heart stumbled but one of them had to suck it up and face reality. Since he stood between her and the exit, she had to choose fight over flight. “What? You had a blowjob and some countertop action. What else are you looking for?”
He sighed but refused to rise to the bait. “You were happy to get out of Serenity. I get that. I do. I know you want to pack this place up and leave without ever looking back, and I don’t blame you one bit. But, Sherry, you can’t blame me. I never treated you the way you asked to be treated.” He drew a deep breath. “I want to be with you.”
“I let you play your he-man, tough-cop games,” she continued, blowing straight past his reasoning and barreling straight into argument.
“Goddamn it—”
“Blasphemy,” she gasped. “What would your daddy say?”
“I’m no preacher, and I’m not my father.”
Without another word, he grabbed the chain between the cuffs and popped open the bracelets. She rubbed the ridges cut into her skin, eying him warily as he tossed the condom into the trash under the counter and hiked his pants and boxers over his hips.
“No one bothered to look past the things you were born into. I know that. But you weren’t the only one. They never looked past them with me either.” He paused to shrug into his undershirt. “I was born here just like you were. I didn’t get to choose my parents any more than you did. I love them, but they didn’t make me who I am.” His chin jerked up a notch. “Don’t paint me as a saint. I think I just proved I’m not. Never wanted to be.” Muscled biceps strained the confines of the sleeves. Sherry had to force herself to focus on his argument. “Don’t be as closed-minded as those idiots who couldn’t see past the ends of their noses. I expect better from you.”
She searched his face for a twitch, a flinch or a tick, but found none. She plumbed the depths of his eyes for duplicity but came up empty. He stared back at her, his jaw hard, set with determination. His eyes were steady and calm but aflame with intensity. His mouth thinned into a grim line, but his lips were red and puffy from their kisses.
“I want to be with you,” he repeated. “In more ways than this.”
Drawn to the heat rising off his skin, she inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent of her arousal mixed with masculine sweat. Wetting her lips, she cocked her head and tapped the smudged glass shielding the sex toys on display. A full minute passed, but he refused to back down. She stared directly at him for too long. The determination shining in his eyes was too bright and too beautiful to ignore. The spark of hope that flared the moment he walked through the door burst into flame. “What would you say if I said I wanted the glittery pink one?”
A glimmer of a smile twitched his lips. “I’d say it’s yours.” He reached for his back pocket and came up with a thick black wallet. “Think your daddy would throw in a pair of those padded cuffs if I buy the whole lot?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, oblivious to the goofy grin curving her lips. “As long as we don’t tell him who they’re for. I don’t want him thinking I corrupted you.”
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About the Authors
Ginny Glass grew up in the rural South thinking that she wanted to be a stage actress. She discovered a love of romance novels early on, and reading romance eventually became a love of writing it (admittedly spiced up a bit from her early collections of soft-focus category novels). Ginny is also the owner/operator of WordSugar Designs, a graphic design firm that specializes in author promotions and book cover design.
Ginny currently lives in the desert Southwest with her husband and a very spoiled dog named Piper. Her drama is on the page now instead of the stage, but comes with the luxury of being able to always work in her pajamas.
Find Ginny at www.ginnyglass.com or www.twitter.com/ginnyglass.
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Christina Thacher is the pseudonym for a bankruptcy lawyer with a naughty imagination and some extra time sitting in the back of courtrooms. After reading a lot of steamy stories—thankful no one can tell what’s on her eReader!—she suddenly realized no one can tell what she’s typing on her laptop, either. Several bankruptcy hearings later, Chris had written her first erotic novella.
Chris dreams up deliciously dominating men and the women who hold their own, even in BDSM relationships. She admits she’s still waiting for her own romantic hero to arrive. After he shows up, though, he’ll have to share her with the men in her stories. They may be too good to be true, but that doesn’t stop her from loving them.
You can reach Chris at www.christinathacher.com.
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Emily Cale never intended to write dirty books, it just worked out that way. While her creative writing professors would be appalled at the way she turned out, she’s delighted to spend her days hanging out with her kinky characters. Some might call her crazy, but she prefers the term multipublished erotic romance writer. When Emily isn’t writing, you can find her curled up on her couch with her husband and two needy cats.
Find Emily at www.emilycale.com.
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Maggie Wells is a deep-down dirty girl with a weakness for hot heroes and happy endings. By day she is buried in spreadsheets, but at night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, this mild-mannered married lady has a naughty streak a mile wide.
Fueled by supertankers of Diet Coke, Maggie juggles fictional romance and the real deal by keeping her slow-talking Southern gentleman constantly amused and their two children mildly embarrassed. They are the food purveyors to three dogs, a passel of fish, and one impertinent house rabbi she claims is the love of her life. Shh. Don’t tell her husband.
You can find her online at http://www.maggiewells.com, on Twitter @maggiewells1, or on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMaggieWells.
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