by Renee Rose
“On you, at least. It could incite a riot.” He stuck out his hand. “Keith Swensen.”
She gripped his palm, her slender handshake firm and professional. “Sloane Walters.”
“John Hathaway.” John offered his hand. “How do you know Judge Tell?”
She pointed to her lovely chest, giving them the excuse to ogle her cleavage. “Public defender.”
John snorted. “That explains it.”
Her jaw dropped in clear offense. “That explains what?”
“Type A personality. Never lets her hair down. Dying to get laid if only she didn’t have to touch anyone to do it.”
Her beautiful aqua eyes narrowed. “You don’t know me.”
His boyish grin appeared. “Oh yeah? What kind of woman buys two guys drinks, flirts, and then bites their heads off when they show interest?”
A flicker of regret—or defeat—flashed across her face. Keith didn’t like it. They didn’t seek to insult her or make her feel bad, but to incite her to action.
He spoke up before she could answer. “The kind who is secretly dying to know what it feels like to have two men make love to her at once.”
Their gazes tangled. His eyes went to those full, glossy lips, close enough to kiss, as he imagined what it would be like to take her mouth. His heart gave a double pump, a sort of lurch that made the hair on his arms stand up with recognition.
He’d experienced the same lurch the day he’d met Becky.
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“You know what I think,” Youthful Cop—John—drawled. “I think you’re the sort of woman who actually is dying to have control taken away from her.” He looked even sexier than earlier, filling that uniform out with bulging muscles. She glanced at the handcuffs on his belt and wondered if he ever used them for sex.
Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “Oh please.”
He held up a hand. “No, hear me out. Have you ever been tied up in bed? Taken roughly?”
Her cheeks heated, lips parted, but no words came out. Her body had a visceral reaction to his words, belly fluttering, heat flooding her core.
But that couldn’t be. She didn’t have any interest in giving up control, especially not to these guys.
Did she?
John backed her up against the pillar and rested a hand beside her head, invading her personal space. Keith leaned on his shoulder on the other side. Neither one actually touched her, but her skin prickled at their nearness. “It might be just the thing you’ve been missing,” Keith said.
“I’m not interested,” she managed to say, her voice shaky.
Keith’s mouth twisted into a knowing grin. What he thought he knew, she wasn’t sure. John’s eyes dropped to her breasts. “You sure about that? Your nipples are so hard they’re poking through the fabric of your dress.”
She looked down, face growing warm. Oh God. He was right. Possibly about all of it.
“And I know you have a thing for my handcuffs because you’ve eyed them three times.”
Shit. Really?
“I’ll make you a deal. You leave here with us now, without any problems, and we’ll forget all about the way you turned polar ice cap on us earlier.”
She stared into John’s moss-green eyes, sensing only good-natured teasing under the cocky posturing. “And if I don’t?”
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “If you don’t, then when we do finally get you in bed, I’ll spank that perfect ass red and make you beg for every orgasm.”
Her pussy contracted. If the pillar hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have been swaying on her feet.
They knew just how to get to her, didn’t they? Her competitive side couldn’t back down from a challenge, and the sex talk? Jesus. She’d nearly orgasmed right there. And she knew she’d be safe—they were cops, after all. Despite the aggressive talk, she trusted them to respect her.
Keith, the older and the more serious one—the one with the haunted eyes—leaned over and nibbled on her ear. “We’ll make it good for you,” he murmured, and held out his hand. “Give me your keys.”
She stared at him for a long moment. If she gave in, she’d not only be saying yes to a threesome, but she’d be letting them drive, both literally and metaphorically. Could she handle giving over control?
She reached into her purse, dug out her keys, and dropped them into his palm.
“Meet you at the elevators,” Keith said.
It took her a minute to understand he intended to make it less obvious they were leaving together. She watched his back as he walked away—the wide shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist, the muscular ass…
“See you in the parking lot,” John murmured, heading in the opposite direction.
Classy. These guys definitely knew their business.
She headed toward the elevator bank, her high heels clicking over the marble floors when she stepped inside.
Keith stood off to the side, casually thumbing the screen of his phone. He let her pass without making eye contact, but then followed her into the elevator before the doors swished closed. She hit the P3 button for the parking garage.
In a flash, Keith had her up against the wall, one wrist pinned beside her head, his other hand cupping her ass. The heat simmering since the moment she’d seen the cops in Starbucks burst into white-hot flames.
She lifted her face for his kiss, parted her lips for his plunder. His mouth twisted over hers, tongue swept into her mouth. She ground her hips against the thigh he’d wedged between her legs.
“We’re going to make you feel so good, baby,” he growled in her ear, just before he nipped it.
She panted, close to combusting right there in the elevator.
The elevator bell dinged and he pulled away, casual as if nothing had happened. She, on the other hand, probably had swollen lips and a dazed expression.
Chapter Three
Keith held the passenger door open for Sloane then climbed in behind her wheel, adjusting the seat to accommodate his long legs. John idled nearby. Keith gave him a mock salute and pulled out in front to lead the way.
Following Sloane’s crisp directions, he pulled up in front of an Armory Park Victorian house.
They climbed out. A grey tabby came running down the sidewalk toward her.
“Molly!” She scooped up the cat. “What are you doing out?” Sloane frowned. “Hmm?” She rubbed her face in the fluffy fur as she led them up her porch stairs.
Dropping the cat, she unlocked the door, stepped in, and peered around as if something made her suspicious.
“What is it?” He watched her rub the back of her neck.
“Just trying to figure out how the cat got out. I know I left her in today.”
“Want me to have a look through the house?”
She shook her head with a forced smile. “No, I’m sure she just slipped out when I wasn’t paying attention.”
Keith looked around Sloane’s charming brick bungalow. They stood in the living room, which featured a large plush L-shaped red couch and a thick gold oval rug over the hardwood floor. The walls were brightly colored plaster in yellow, orange and brick and the ceilings sported the original metal ceiling tiles from the late 1800s. He only knew about that shit because he and Becky had renovated an old barrio house when they first married.
It had a warm, comfortable feel. Sloane, however, appeared uncomfortable. He’d have to take care of that.
“Okay to use your shower?” John asked, stepping past them.
“Oh! Yes, down on the hall on your left.”
John disappeared and Keith stepped up close and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to a black puddle at her feet. As he’d suspected, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She stood in nothing but a pair of black satin panties. He caught her wrists. “Hands behind your back.”
She shivered, but obeyed. He slipped on the cuffs but kept them very loose. Bending close to her ear, he murmured, “Let me know if these bother you, okay, baby?”
Her shoulders vi
sibly relaxed, and she smiled.
Keith kicked Sloane’s feet apart and slid his large palms down her outer thighs, squatting in front of her.
The moment his thumb brushed her panty-clad pussy, she jerked and attempted to shift her feet, her hands twisting in the cuffs.
“Uh uh.” He fixed her with a mock-stern gaze. “I told you not to move.”
She swallowed and drew a deep breath.
This time he pressed his mouth right up to her mons and used his teeth, biting.
Her head dropped back, and she closed her eyes.
Jesus, she was beautiful. His thumb returned to stroke her pussy over her panties, and her legs trembled at the effort of remaining still.
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Holy public defender and all things glorious. John emerged from the hallway with a towel around his waist to find the most erotic visage of Sloane he could have imagined. Hands cuffed behind her back, her eyes were closed, face and perfect, peach-tipped breasts facing the ceiling. Apparently, he’d been right. She’d been dying to surrender control.
His partner had the gusset of her silky panties shoved to the side as he palmed her ass and licked into her.
The little mewl escaping her lips nearly undid him.
“My turn,” he muttered when he joined them.
Keith pulled away, appearing reluctant. Her juices glossed his beard. “She tastes like heaven.”
He grabbed Sloane’s hips and spun her around to face the arm of the couch. “Bend over, baby.”
She obeyed, folding her torso over the furniture, hands still cuffed behind her back.
He brought his hand down, slapping the place where her ass emerged from the black lace panties and met her thigh.
She gasped but didn’t move.
She liked it.
He slapped her on the other side, a little lower this time, watching his red hand print bloom on her bare skin. “You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen, counselor.”
She made an unintelligible sound.
Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her sexy panties, he slid them slowly down her legs. She kicked off her shoe to step out, but he scolded her again. “The shoes stay on—don’t you agree, Keith?” he called toward the bathroom where the shower had just turned on.
The water turned off. “What’s that?”
“Her shoes stay on?”
“Oh definitely. They are the perfect accent to the most beautiful pair of legs I’ve ever seen.” A blush stained Sloane’s face, at least the side he could see with her head turned. She seemed far more innocent than the other women who had jumped into bed with him and his partner. He honestly hadn’t been sure they’d coax her into it, especially since lawyers tended to be tightly wound. Gazing at her trusting surrendered pose now, he vowed to show her the time of her life—she definitely deserved it.
She twisted her wrists in the cuffs.
He checked the tightness. Keith had left them loose enough she could slip out of them if she wanted.
“Don’t tug against these, baby. They can hurt.”
“So did that spanking you gave me.”
He chuckled. “That wasn’t a spanking, sweetheart, just me warming up your ass.” He rubbed the beautiful posterior in question. “It hurt?”
“Kinda.” She sounded pouty, the cutest thing he’d ever heard.
He leaned over her back, still rubbing. “I’m sorry, baby. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her voice sounded small.
He slapped her again, rubbing immediately. “Mmm, I really do love this ass.” One more slap, then he lowered to his knees and pulled her cheeks apart, running his tongue along her moistened slit.
She let out a little cry.
He stiffened his tongue and penetrated her then nibbled at her lips. “You’re being a very good girl, Sloane.” He stood up and stuck two fingers in her mouth. “Suck these.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but then she obeyed, swirling her tongue around his fingers, making his cock nearly explode with jealousy. He removed his fingers from her mouth and teased her entrance with them.
Her pussy dripped with moisture. He screwed one finger inside her, delighting with the way her back undulated and she squirmed and squeaked as he stretched her wide. His second finger fit beside it, and he pumped them in and out, her feet stamping beneath him.
The water in the bathroom stopped.
He called out, “What do you think, Keith? Has she earned an orgasm yet?”
“Make her scream, man.”
Sloane whimpered.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, aiming high against her front wall, his fingertips seeking her G-spot.
There. He found it. An area of tissue thickened and hardened beneath his stimulation, and her moans grew more frantic. He reached around her hips and found her clit with the middle finger, still pistoning in and out of her with the other hand.
“Oh God...please…oh my God. Oh please… Oh!” she screamed. Her muscles clamped around his fingers, squeezing and clenching as she orgasmed.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Keith rumbled from the doorway.
When she’d finished, he eased his fingers out of her and unlocked the cuffs from her wrists. She flopped on her back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes slipped closed, a smile curving her lips.
He climbed up beside her. “You need anything, baby? Are you hungry?”
Her smile widened, and her eyelids fluttered back open. “I’m okay.”
Keith sat on the other side of her, stroking his palm up one leg and over her flat belly to cup her breast. “You’re my dinner.” He thumbed her nipple, teasing it back into a stiff bead.
Her hips twisted on the cushion. She moved to sit up, but they both held her down. “Where do you think you’re going?” he teased.
“To reciprocate?”
His cock jerked at the offer, but he shook his head. “Not yet. Your only job right now is to receive.” He pinched the nipple on his side while Keith drew circles around the other.
She moistened her lips with her tongue, and the sight of it had him groaning. Her hips swiveled again, legs rolling.
He reached down and cupped her mons. “Do you need me to touch you here again?” He undulated his fingers.
A wanton sound came from her lips. “Spread your legs, baby.”
She shook her head. When she didn’t move, Keith shifted to sit behind her, and pulled her up to lean her back against his chest. “Hand me those cuffs.”
He tossed the cuffs to his partner, who attached them to her wrists in front, then lifted the loop of her arms up over his head, so her bound wrists rested behind his neck. Keith cupped both her breasts and pinched her nipples.
John crouched on the floor beside the sofa and shoved her knees up, spreading her wide. “The way I see it, if you don’t have beard burn by the time we’re done, we haven’t done our job right.”
He slid the tip of his tongue all along her slit, licking and sucking at her outer lips, nibbling.
Already, her hips lifted and pressed against his face. Keith continued to work her breasts, biting her neck and ear.
John circled her clit with his tongue, flicked it, sucked the swollen nubbin until she kicked and writhed beneath him. She panted, her chest heaving, belly fluttering. Her pussy juices dripped by the time he tested her entrance with his fingers. He worked one into her then two. He curled them, tickling her inner wall as he went to town on her clit with his mouth.
That quickly, she shattered again, screaming so loudly Keith laughed and covered her mouth with his hand. He held her bucking pelvis down and continued to lick and finger fuck her until she’d followed the spiral of release to its beautiful conclusion.
“Oh,” she moaned when it had passed. Moisture leaked from the outer corner of one eye.
Keith licked it away. “Are you okay, beautiful?”
“Yeah,” she panted. “I’m just...blown. Blown away. Blown out. I don’t even know.”
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Keith ran a series of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. John had never seen his partner so affectionate with a woman. Well, not since his late wife, anyway. But, then, this one was different. John found himself wanting more than just a hot sex scene. He wanted to please her, wanted to earn not just her moans, but also her smiles, her esteem, and yeah...her affection.
He went to grab a bottle of water from her refrigerator and twisted off the cap. He held it up to Sloane’s lips since Keith still had her hands cuffed behind his neck.
She drank, dribbling a little down her chest.
He licked the cool drops, dragging his tongue between her breasts and up the length of her neck to her jaw. “Admit it. I pegged you right.”
“Great, are you going to do the I’m right dance?” She rolled her eyes. “Just because I got off doesn’t mean you know what I like.”
He gave her a “don’t bullshit me” lift of the brows.
“What?”
He glanced at his partner. “Looks like we’re going to have to play hardball.”
Keith uncuffed her wrists and swung her around until she lay face down on his lap. His hand connected with her ass.
“Hey,” she yelped.
“Admit it,” John drawled. “You like giving up control.”
“I do not!” She yelped again when Keith’s hand connected a second time.
“For once in your life, you don’t have to worry about being right or not screwing up or winning. You’re just a helpless victim of our most depraved desires and you love it.”
Keith smacked her ass again.
“Admit it.”
Another smack.
“Ow, okay, okay, I admit I fucking love it, okay?”
Keith laughed and rubbed her ass. “Did you record that confession?”
He grinned. “Yep, I sure did.”
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Keith’s cock throbbed beneath the beautiful lawyer. She rolled off and dropped to her knees in front of him, tugging off the towel around his waist. Fisting his manhood, she lowered her pouty mouth. He nearly came just watching those full lips part for him.
She took a long, slow swirl of her tongue around the head of his cock then took it into her hot, wet mouth.
