| Excerpt |
© Paige Tyler, 2012
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| Seducing Officer Barlowe The Badge Bunnies Series |
“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.”
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.”
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.”
