Seducing Officer Barlowe

by Paige Tyler

  When he finally lifted his head to look at her, the lust in his eyes made her breath hitch. Her pussy still quivering, Harley tightened her grip on his hair and pulled him in for a slow tongue-tangling kiss.

  “I have a confession to make, Officer,” she said softly.

  He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it. “Is it something I’m going to have to arrest you for?”

  An image of him pushing her up against the wall and frisking her popped into her head, and she stifled a moan as her pussy spasmed.

  “I don’t know.” She trailed her fingers down his abs to caress his belt. “Is fantasizing about having sex with a hot cop a crime? Because I’ve fantasized about it for a long time.”

  Officer Barlowe’s eyes took on a deliciously dangerous glint. But instead of kissing her again like she’d thought he would—or even unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants so he could slip that magnificent cock of his in her pussy—he lifted her down from the car’s hood and spun her around.

  Harley threw him a confused look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

  His sensuous mouth quirked. “Playing into your fantasy.”

  She opened her mouth to ask how he intended to do that, but all that came out was a soft, “Mmm,” as he slowly ran his hands down her body and back up again.

  “If I were going to arrest you, I’d first have to frisk you,” he whispered in her ear. “Just to make sure you weren’t concealing any weapons.”

  His breath stirred her hair, making her shiver.

  “Nope, no weapons here.” He cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a squeeze through the fabric before slipping his hand between her legs. “What about here?”

  She moaned as he thrust a finger in her pussy and wiggled it back and forth.

  “No weapons here, either.”

  He slid his finger out to fumble with something on his belt. Harley was about to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing when something cool and metallic snapped around her wrist. Handcuffs. A quiver of excitement raced through her as he gently pinned that arm behind her back and cuffed it to the other one.

  She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. This was even better than her fantasies.

  He put his mouth to her ear again. “Spread ‘em.”

  She obeyed, spreading her legs. The moment she did, he put his hand on her back and gently bent her over the hood of the car. Her pulse raced. She’d had sex doggie-style before, but never like this, with her hands bound behind her back. God, it was hot!

  There was a rustle of noise behind her, and Harley glanced over her shoulder to see Officer Barlowe unzipping his pants. She watched breathlessly, eager to get her first glimpse of his cock. When it sprang free, she could only gaze in appreciation. He was big and thick and hard, and she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.

  Reaching into his back pocket, he took out his wallet and pulled out a foil packet. Harley blinked. She’d been so excited to finally act out her fantasy, she hadn’t even thought of protection. Thank goodness Officer Barlowe had come prepared.

  Grasping her hips, he ran the head of his penis up and down her slit before slowly sliding into her wetness. He was hot and throbbing inside her, filling her completely, and she gasped.

  “You’re so tight,” he rasped.

  She would have answered, but he started to pump in and out, so all she could do was moan in reply.

  Harley tried to rock back against him, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t manage it, so she was forced to let him take charge. The idea of being completely in his control was more of a turn-on than she could imagine, and she whimpered as he moved inside her. Every time he thrust, more pleasure rippled through her.

  “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder!”

  He obeyed, gradually picking up speed until he was plunging into her so fast and hard that the car rocked beneath her. He released her hips to wrap his hands around the cuffs encircling her wrists, yanking her back forcefully on his cock each time he plunged into her.

  This time, she didn’t even try to hold back her cries of ecstasy, and they echoed around them as she came harder than she’d ever come in her life. With a grunt, Royce buried himself deep inside her and stayed there, his groans of satisfaction hoarse as he found his release.

  Afterward, Harley lay across the hood of the car, completely spent and totally pleasured. That was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. And it was with a guy she barely knew. A guy who’d stepped straight out of her fantasy.

  She didn’t even realize Royce had pulled out and unlocked the cuffs until he took her arm and helped her to her feet. Without a word, he cupped her face in his hands and covered her mouth with his.

  “That was amazing,” he whispered.

  She smiled up at him. “You’re amazing.”

  He gazed at her for a long moment, then cleared his throat. “I should probably get you back on the freeway.”

  “Probably,” she agreed.

  “I’ll show you the way, then follow you to the rental place to make sure you get there okay.”

  Harley smoothed her skirt, then reluctantly put on her blouse. Catching sight of her panties, she snatched them of the hood and impulsively pressed them into Officer Barlowe’s hand.

  “Something to remember me by,” she said softly. Going up on tiptoe, she gave him a long, lingering kiss. “Thank you for making my fantasy come true, Officer Barlowe.”

  Getting into the car, she shut the door, then smiled up at him.

  “Look me up if you’re ever in San Francisco,” she said.

  He flashed her a grin. “I might just do that.”

  Harley’s pussy quivered at the possibility of seeing Officer Barlowe again. She only hoped he remembered to bring his uniform. And his handcuffs.

  *

  Royce was still daydreaming about his sexy afternoon romp with the gorgeous Harley Miller when he walked into the station to clock out after his shift that night. To say he’d been shocked when she’d kissed him was an understatement. She’d gone from innocent flirting to jumping his bones as fast as his Mustang went from zero to sixty. Having sex with her in public hadn’t only been wild, it had been crazy. Anyone could have seen them. But no one had, and if he had the chance to bang her again right there in the middle of the street, he’d do the same thing. The sex had been that amazing.

  He turned down the side hallway and was about to head into the locker room when Fernandez stopped him.

  “Captain Fayber wants to see you in her office.”

  Royce frowned. The head of the Division wanted to see him?

  He gave his fellow uniform officer a nod. “Thanks.”

  Turning, Royce made his way back to the main part of the station and Captain Fayber’s office. Her door was open, but he knocked anyway. She looked up from her computer.

  “You wanted to see me, Captain.”

  She nodded. “Come in and sit down. And shut the door.”

  Royce did as she asked, taking a seat in one of the two chairs in front of her desk. Olivia Fayber tucked a stray strand of red hair that had escaped from its bun behind her ear and sat back in her chair, her green eyes regarding him with interest. Since she was his superior, it probably wasn’t right to think so, but she was one hell of an attractive woman.

  “I’m sure you’re aware that Robbery asked Traffic to increase patrols in the industrial section,” she said.

  “Yes ma’am, I am.”

  “And are you also aware that they installed surveillance cameras in the area?”

  “Surveillance cameras?” Oh shit. “No ma’am, I wasn’t.”

  “Well, they did. And they sent me some very interesting footage from this afternoon. Take a look.”

  Royce didn’t have to look. He already knew what would be on it—him boffing a hot babe on the hood of her car.

  But when the captain turned her computer monitor around to face him, he sat there and watched obediently anyway. Sure enou
gh, he had Harley Miller bent over the car, her hands cuffed behind her back, his cock plunging in and out of her sweet pussy over and over.

  He cleared his throat. “Captain, I can explain…”

  Right. Exactly how the hell was he going to explain the SDPD version of a porn movie on her computer screen? He was screwed beyond screwed. And he was pretty sure he could kiss the prospect of ever making detective goodbye.

  “No need to explain, Officer. In fact, I have just one question for you.” She leaned forward and gave him a flirtatious smile. “Do you think if you and I tried what you did with the hot blonde in the video it would work as well on my desk as it did on the hood of her car?”

  Royce blinked. Well, damn, he hadn’t expected that. He studied her, trying to figure out if she was testing him—though he couldn’t imagine why. But when she looked at him, there was just pure, unadulterated lust in her green eyes.

  “Well, Officer Barlowe?”

  His mouth quirked. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

  Look for the next hot book in The Badge Bunnies Series soon!

  And now, read on for a sexy excerpt from Paige Tyler’s bestselling cowboy ménage KARLEIGH’S COWBOYS!

  Karleigh’s Cowboys

  Copyright © 2011 by Paige Tyler

  Beauty must have sensed Karleigh the moment she walked into the barn because the mare whinnied in greeting at her. Lips curving into a smile, Karleigh took a sugar cube from the basket and held it out to the horse. The mare gently took the treat from Karleigh’s outstretched palm, then nuzzled her hand affectionately. Karleigh ran her hand over the mare’s silky chestnut coat with sigh. On the other side of the barn, Loverboy and Highwayman stuck their heads out of their stalls to look longingly at the female horse. Compared to Beauty’s love life, hers didn’t seem nearly as complicated, Karleigh thought. If she was careful and did some strategic planning, she could keep seeing both Holden and Mav without either of them finding out. How hard could it be?

  The sound of the door opening interrupted her before she could answer that question. Startled, she turned to see Holden and Mav walking into the barn. Her stomach did a crazy little backflip at the sight of them. It should be illegal to be in a room with two guys this gorgeous.

  Mav gave her a grin. “Where were you hiding all day?”

  Had it been that obvious? Karleigh ran her hands down the front of her short, silk robe. She wished she’d worn something a little less revealing, but she hadn’t expected anyone to be on the ranch. Not that it would have mattered. Both men were undressing her with their eyes anyway. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she stifled a moan.

  “I went shopping with Heather in Colorado Springs,” she said.

  Holden hooked his thumbs in his belt, his fingers resting lightly on the big buckle. Karleigh heard somewhere that when a man did that, it meant he was thinking about sex.

  “Mav said you two went for a ride and a picnic yesterday.”

  Oh crap. She reached up to nervously tuck her long, blonde hair behind her ear.

  “Um, yeah.”

  “You know,” Holden continued. “You should have told me you liked anal sex. We could have tried it out the other night.”

  Double crap.

  Karleigh stared at Mav in shock, unable to believe he’d told Holden they’d slept together. But why wouldn’t he? Mav had no idea she’d wanted to keep it a secret.

  She tensed, bracing herself for the anger she was sure was headed her way, but to her surprise—and relief—neither man looked angry. In fact, they were grinning.

  She looked from one to the other. “You’re not mad?

  “Why would we be mad?” Holden asked.

  She thought it would have been obvious. “Because I slept with both of you.”

  “Oh. That.” Mav chuckled. “You’re a whole lot of filly. We don’t mind sharing you.”

  She blinked. “You don’t?”

  His dark eyes took on that smolder she was coming to recognize. “As long as we do it at the same time. Or more precisely, do you at the same time.” He slanted Holden a glance. “Isn’t that right?”

  Holden’s grin broadened. “That’s right.”

  Her eyes went wide. “You mean, like a threesome?”

  Mav nodded. “Unless you’re not comfortable with that.”

  Karleigh chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully. She’d never had a threesome, but the chance to have sex with two incredibly hot guys was too good to pass up.

  She looked at them from beneath lowered lashes, her heart beating a little faster. “I didn’t say that.”

  “So, what are you saying?” Holden asked.

  “Just that I’ve never actually had sex with two men before,” she said. “But I’m all about trying new things. Especially when they sound like they’re going to be so much fun.”

  Mav’s dark eyes flared. “Is that a yes?”

  She gave them a sultry smile. “It’s most definitely a yes.”

  He grinned. “We were hoping you’d say that.”

  Karleigh wasn’t sure what the rules were when it came to having a threesome—or even if there were any. Fortunately, Holden and Mav seemed to know exactly what to do because they immediately walked over to her. She waited expectantly to see which of them would take the lead when Holden pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She looped her arms around his neck, her lips parting as his tongue took possession of hers.

  His erection bulged in his jeans and rubbed against her tummy, telling her how turned on he already was.

  His hands went to the belt on her robe, giving it a tug. As it fell open, Mav stepped up behind her, slipping off the garment and leaving her naked. Being sandwiched between two rock-hard male bodies made her pussy purr, and she moaned against

  Holden’s mouth. He slid his hands in her hair, gently tilting her head back while Mav pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. Two sets of hands roamed over her body, caressing her everywhere. She tried to focus on who was touching where, but she lost track. After a while, it felt like she had a dozen hands touching her body, not just four.

  And it felt damn good.

  When hands finally buried themselves in her hair again, she decided that must be Holden. Which meant Mav was cupping her breasts. As he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, his cock pressed against her ass, straining at the material of his jeans. The reminder of how delicious he’d felt inside her asshole made her moan, and she rotated her hips in invitation, silently letting him know she wouldn’t mind him doing it again.

  Holden made enough room so Mav could slide his hand down her stomach to find her clit in the downy curls between her thighs. While he began making circles around the sensitive nub, Holden took over massaging her breasts. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipples before giving each of them a firm squeeze. Being touched in both places at once made the sensations that much more intense, and she let out an audible sigh as Holden pulled his mouth away to trail kisses down her neck.

  Behind her, Mav brushed her ear with his lips. “Does this feel good?”

  His breath was warm and moist against her skin, and she shivered. “Mm-hmm.”

  “Would you like us to make you come like this?” Holden asked.

  The way they were touching her was making it difficult to think, much less speak.

  “Us?”

  Taking one hand from her breast, he slowly glided it down her stomach to join Mav’s between her legs. Ah, so that was what he’d meant. Instead of both of them trying to rub her clit like she thought, Holden gently slid his finger in her pussy. Karleigh gasped. She hadn’t expected that. Most of the men she knew weren’t coordinated enough to rub her clit and finger-fuck her pussy at the same time. She’d never felt anything so extraordinary.

  Holden lifted his head to gaze down at her, moving his finger in and out of her pussy as Mav reached around with his free hand to cup her other breast. His fingers moved round and round her nipple just like he was doing on her clit, and
she cooed.

  “You know what they say.” Holden flashed her a grin. “Two hands are better than one.”

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