by J. S. Scott
Neither one of them spoke in the aftermath, too stunned to form any words. Luke slipped out of her after several moments and moved beside her, pulling her against his muscular body.
Tory was trying to recover her mind, which she had definitely lost while her body had taken over total control. This man had just given her the most incredible experience of her life. How did one recover after that?
She buried her face in his neck, astounded at her behavior. She had been wanton, uninhibited, crazy. It was totally unlike her, and yet, she knew it was a part of her now, hiding, waiting for another chance to emerge. Who knew that she could be such a naughty librarian? It was a part of her that she never knew existed…until tonight.
"That was....amazing." Luke had finally found his voice and it held a touch of awe and wonder.
"Amazing," she agreed, her voice sounding rough and dazed. Tory felt like there was something more she should say, but she couldn't put it into words. "I didn't take your money, Luke,” she whispered, needing him to believe her.
"I know," he told her in a husky voice as he kissed the top of her head. "Please don’t hate me, Tory…but I was lying.”
"You accused me of being a thief," she cried indignantly as she pulled back to look at his face. "You threatened my job." She started to get up off of the couch but he caught her around the waist and pulled her up tight against him.
"I left the wallet on purpose, Tory. I knew you would find it and call me. I wanted you to call me. Don't get mad. My platinum cards have a lot of credit. I trusted you. A lot." His face was serious, his look sheepish.
"Why?," she huffed. "Just for this? Just for a conquest? I guess it worked."
"Why would I do this for a conquest? That makes no sense, Tory, and you are the most sensible, intelligent woman I know." He looked sincerely confused. "I've been chasing after you for almost a year. This is not about a conquest."
"You asked me out a few times--"
"Twenty eight times. There is only so much rejection a guy can take," he answered with exasperation. "I asked you nearly every Friday. Sometimes I'd skip one if my pride was still damaged. I stopped two months ago altogether, but I couldn't stop the way that I felt. I still wanted you. Seeing you every week nearly killed me."
Her heart flip flopped. Twenty eight times? He seemed to be counting. Had she really turned him down that many times? "Then why did you keep trying?"
"Because I think you’re worth it," he answered sincerely. "Because I couldn't believe what I felt was just me…or I hoped it wasn't just me. I thought we clicked. I thought we could have something special." He sighed. “I took a desperate risk to persuade you…but if you had fought it much longer…this wouldn’t have happened. I’m not into unwilling women.”
She should be pissed off…she really, really wanted to be ticked, but the vulnerable look on his face wouldn’t let her. Tory felt the ice around her heart melt, dissolving in a puddle and absorbing. He was right. The connection had always been there…she had just been too afraid to acknowledge it. She skipped a heartbeat as she asked him, "Do you....do this a lot?" She motioned generally at their naked bodies.
He started to laugh, a full out belly laugh that kept him from answering. He was still chuckling as he caught his breath and replied. "Blackmail a woman for sex you mean? You're the first and the last."
"Sleep around a lot with willing women?"
He caught her eyes and his were filled with honesty as he answered, "I haven't had a date in a year. I couldn’t seem to find anybody else I wanted to go out with except you."
Tory was filled with remorse. She had judged him unfairly. She had assumed that since he was loaded and good looking that he was frivolous and superficial. "I'm sorry."
"For what," he inquired curiously. "I think I'm the guilty party here. I feel like a complete asshole for pushing you so hard."
"I misjudged you. I saw you as trouble and a playboy just because you had money and you were handsome. I just figured you were a "party every night with a different woman" sort of guy." She gave him a mischievous look. "I should know better than anyone not to judge a book by it's cover."
"That would be hard to do since I avoid parties unless I really have to attend. I would rather be home with a good book in my jacuzzi. Unless it's a private party," he told her wickedly, raising one eyebrow.
"How Private?". Her voice was low and soft.
"You and me, naked in the jacuzzi with a good glass of wine. Books are optional." His voice was warm, his tone hopeful.
"Now that sounds like my idea of the perfect party." She shot him a sexy look and she felt the evidence of his desire against her thigh. She pulled his head to hers and as their lips met she murmured, "We can save the books for later."
"Much later," he agreed heartily as he met her embrace.
They got absolutely no reading done for the next several weeks and Tory finally found something that she loved to do just as much as she loved reading.
Maybe even better.
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RIDING WITH THE COP (The Pleasure Of His Punishment: An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual Submission)
Lilly Thompson was glad the evening was almost over.
As she dug in her jean pocket to retrieve the money to pay the gas station attendant for her coffee, she rolled her shoulders to release some of the tension from her neck and scapula.
Retrieving the change from her purchase, she tossed it into the cup beside the cash register. Her purse was at the police station and she hated carrying pennies in her pocket.
A quick glance at her watch confirmed she was nearing the end of her shift on a police ride-along, something she wasn't doing for excitement or fun. Three full shifts were required for her Forensics Lab Technician bachelor's program and she was at the tail end of the very last one. It was time that would count towards her apprenticeship hours. After spending so much time in the crime lab, she had thought it might be good to see how things happened out in the field.
It had been a long four years and Lilly was grateful that she would be graduating in a few months. Hopefully she could nab an entry level job at the lab where she was doing her internship so that she could get an apartment in a decent area of town and maybe eat something other than hotdogs or whatever else was on sale at the market. Living the life of a poor student was somewhat brutal, but it would pay off in the end.
Lilly had learned a lot in her three shifts with the Sheriff's Department. She had spent all three evenings with Sergeant Jake Simmons, which could be seen as a blessing or a curse. He was knowledgeable, but he made her a little edgy. Okay…maybe more than a little, she acknowledged to herself as she slowly made her way to the door, stopping to glance at the newspaper headlines before exiting. She was stalling, but it was less time she had to spend confined in a vehicle with Jake.
He was a large, bulky, muscular man that seemed to take up a lot of space, even though they were riding in a Ford Expedition. He loomed over her five foot five height by at least seven inches and he was built like a bulldozer. There wasn't an inch of fat on his body and his sculpted muscles seemed to strain the material of his police issue uniform.
His features were ruggedly handsome. Dark blonde hair and brown eyes set into a face with a steel jaw that was usually lightly sprinkled with a dark blonde shadow and lips that rarely smiled.
It wasn’t that he mean or discourteous to her. He answered her questions with patience and seemed interested in helping her reach her career goals.
Lilly couldn't really put a finger on the reason for her discomfort with him. She had absolutely no reason to be tense, but he somehow exuded...danger. Occasionally, she would catch him staring at her so intently that she wanted to squirm, almost like she was a specimen under a microscope.
She tried to shake it off as she exited the convenience store. It was ridiculous to feel uneasy with Jake. He was a veteran at th
e Sheriff's Department, a sergeant who took his responsibilities seriously.
Lilly grabbed the door handle of the Expedition, opened the door and swung herself up into the seat of the large, marked SUV. As she secured her seat belt Jake quickly put the unit in gear.
"We need to investigate a possible breaking and entering on this side of town. Suspicious activity outside of a house with no lights on and nobody home." he informed her casually, in his low, baritone voice. "It's right around the corner so I opted to go. You willing to do a little overtime?"
"Yes. Of course,” she answered as she dropped her coffee into a cup holder. She knew it was time for both of their shifts to be over, but Jake always did what was best for the community, and they were close.
He turned the corner into a small subdivision and pulled up silently in front of one of the ranch style homes. He had cut the lights before he slid to the curve and cut the engine immediately.
Jake opened the door quietly. He motioned towards a house to the left of them, letting her know where he was going and ordered her softly but sternly, "You stay here and lock the doors. Don't come out until I tell you it's clear."
He slipped into the night like a phantom, his dark colored uniform blending in with the shadows. She could see him approaching the house slowly and then he rounded a corner at the back of the house.
He was gone, completely out of her sight.
Lilly locked the doors, her heart thundering. The minutes crept by as she watched the house anxiously. She wondered if he had called for back-up. She didn't see any other units arriving.
"Oh...for God's sake!," she whispered, chastising herself. "He knows what he's doing."
As she watched the house nervously she reminded herself that this is why she preferred being in the lab. She liked things orderly. Doing field work would make her a wreck.
Lilly checked her watch every ten seconds. Five minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Jake or any activity. Was he okay? What if someone had taken him by surprise and fled? He could be injured and needing help.
Six minutes.
Seven minutes.
She opened her window a crack to listen for noises. She could hear nothing stirring, no voices or calls for help. No lights. Wouldn't Jake be using his flashlight?
Eight minutes.
She couldn't take it anymore. She unfastened her seat belt, unlocked the doors and exited the vehicle quietly, clicking the door closed behind her.
"Now what?," she mumbled to herself as she stood watching the house.
Nine minutes.
She had to see if she could help.
She approached the house quietly and slowly, watching for any sign of movement. Her heart was pounding, but she was determined to help Jake if he needed it. As she reached the side of the house she noticed that the front door was cracked open. Jake had to be in there. Had the intruders fled? Her legs were shaking as she approached the door.
"Jake," she called softly.
There was no answer. Not a sound. She slowly pushed the door open with her sneaker-clad foot, scanning the living room which was visible only by moonlight.
She hadn't taken more than two hesitant steps into the living room before she was seized roughly around the waist. "What are you doing in here," the voice barked out, cracking the silence like thunder."
"Jake!," she cried in relief. Her knees would have given out from relief if he hadn't had a firm grip on her waist. "Thank God!"
He closed the door and flipped on the living room light. "What in hell were you thinking. I hadn't cleared you to enter. Do you want to get yourself killed?"
"I was worried. Everything was so quiet. I was afraid you needed help."
"I don't usually announce my presence by flipping on lights and making lots of noise. It tends to make the perps flee the scene in a hurry. I actually like to catch them," he informed her dryly.
"I'm sorry. I was concerned," she told him remorsefully.
He let go of her waist and turned her to face him. "I have to write this up, Lilly. You could have been hurt. You are untrained and unarmed. You could have walked right into a dangerous situation."
Oh shit. No! If he wrote it up she could fail her apprenticeship. She needed a good report from him to successfully complete her internship. This could mean big trouble for her and she couldn’t afford it so close to graduation. She had always been an excellent student. This was a stupid, stupid, stupid mistake on her part. She should have just let him do his job and kept her ass planted in the car.
"I'm so sorry, Jake. I didn't mean to cause a problem. Is everything okay here?" She looked around the nicely appointed, empty living room. Nothing looked disturbed.
He sighed. "Yeah, nothing disturbed and nobody here. The door was unlocked. Probably some high school kids messing around. If it was a pro there was plenty to steal."
"That's good." She was sincerely glad nobody had gotten hurt and the homeowner didn't have their valuables taken.
"Now the question is...what am I going to do with you? Lilly..you can't disobey orders. I told you to stay put for your safety." He looked at her with a disappointed frown.
It hurt to see that look. Somehow, what Jake thought had come to matter a great deal to her. She knew he had been concerned for her safety and she should have stayed put no matter how long it took for him to clear the scene…but she had actually been worried. About him.
"If you give me a bad report, I'll probably fail my internship. I've worked so hard, Jake. I know it was a stupid mistake, but I'm not planning on being a field worker."
He shrugged. "A mistake is a mistake and it could have gotten you killed."
He still had a firm grip on her shoulders and she looked up into his eyes. She saw a look that she had never seen before. He didn't look disappointed anymore. He looked....wild and intense.
She shivered as she answered, "Please Jake. I'll do whatever it takes to make this up to you. I'll do additional ride-along time and do anything you say."
He quirked an eyebrow. "You want to ride some more with me?"
"Yes. Yes. I'll ride with you as much as you want to make you see I can do things right," she replied nervously.
"What if I want to do a special ride?," he questioned in a low, sultry voice.
"Anything!" she agreed immediately, the innuendo going right over her head because of her anxiety.
"I don't quite think you understand, Lilly," he whispered softly.
"It doesn't matter. I'll do it! I don't want to ruin four years of school over a stupid mistake." Her eyes filled with tears as she continued to plead with her eyes, begging him not to give her a bad report.
She quivered as his look became hot and intense.
His hands slipped from her shoulders and came down to start caressing her breasts. He stroked the shape of them, traced his thumbs along the nipples through the material of her t-shirt and bra.
"Do as I say and I will give you a good report," he told her quietly, the desire in his voice evident.
"What?!," she strangled out. "Are you really saying you want--"
"Your choice." He continued to manipulate her nipples, pinching them first and then soothing them with his thumb.
Oh God. Was this really happening? Was she really about to be taken by Sergeant Jake Simmons. She wasn’t the type of woman that men would blackmail for sex. She was boring and average, her long, dark brown hair and hazel eyes were nothing spectacular and the breasts he was groping were perky but far from huge. Didn’t this only happen to women with the bodies of a goddess and irresistible looks? She had neither…but Jake’s eyes and hands were caressing her like she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet.
Her choice? Did she have a choice? Four years of school down the drain or submit to his desires?
"No. Jake. This isn't right. Certainly you can't expect THAT," she cr
ied, her voice perplexed and confused. This was a side of Jake that she had never seen, never imagined.
"Oh...I expect it. All of it. This is your only mistake. If we can clear the board, I can give you a good report." As he was explaining, one hand moved down between her legs, his fingers sliding over her denim-covered mound with firm strokes.
"What are you going to do to me?" she questioned, her voice shaky.
"Anything I want to." His voice was hot and sultry.
"I can't do this, Jake. Please. Something else. Anything else," she pleaded.
