Seducing Officer Barlowe (2 page)

“I’ll be 10-6.”

Another hiss. “10-4.”

Harley lifted a brow. “10-6?”

Officer Barlowe flashed her a wicked smile. “There isn’t a code in the handbook for officer having sex, so I told dispatch I’ll be busy for a while.”

Her pulse skipped a beat. Grinning, she hastily undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, then slipped her hands inside to get up close and personal with all that glorious muscle. She moaned in appreciation as she ran her fingers over his rock-hard abs. It should be illegal for him to wear a shirt with a six-pack like that.

Harley would have moved lower, but he put his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the hood of the car. She leaned back on her elbows and gazed up at him. The late afternoon sun emphasized his chiseled features, making him look even more handsome, and she caught her breath as he swooped forward to kiss her again. His mouth was firm and demanding on hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth to take complete and total possession of hers.

She threaded her fingers into his dark hair, but he was already kissing his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. She dropped her head back, thrusting her breasts out in invitation. Officer Barlowe took her up on it, his fingers unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it off her shoulders before she even realized what he was doing.

Her breasts strained against the satin bra, eager for his touch. When he finally cupped them in his hands, she actually cooed. She expected him to unclasp her bra, but instead, he tugged the cups aside, freeing her breasts from their confines. Considering the were in a public place, she saw the logic behind the move, and it certainly didn’t do anything to detract from the experience when he bent to take one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled on it.

His mouth was warm, his tongue like velvet as it teased and tormented her, and she moaned as he turned his attention to the other breast to do the same thing. While he paid attention to that nipple, he didn’t ignore the first, but instead took it between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth. It was enough to drive her crazy, and yet she murmured a protest when he finally lifted his head.

“You didn’t have to stop,” she said.

“Stop?” He chuckled. “I’m just getting started.”

Heat poled between her thighs at the promise in those words.

Pressing a kiss to the tip of each breast, he gently pulled up the cups of her bra to cover them, then ran his hands down her midriff and over her hips until he got to her thighs. Eyes locked with hers, he shoved his hands under her short skirt and urged it up.

Heart pounding, Harley leaned back on her hands again and lifted her hips, making it easy for him to push it up to her waist. Underneath, she wore a tiny pair of bikini panties, which he eagerly stripped off. He slipped his hand between her legs, gliding his fingers along her folds.

“Mmm, you’re wet,” he breathed.

She spread her legs, her breath coming in quick, little pants. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on.

Officer Barlowe bent to trail featherlight kisses along her inner thigh, making his way to her pussy ever so slowly. Harley pressed the heels of her hands against the car’s hood, trying to curb her impatience. But it did no good. If he didn’t put his mouth on her soon, she was going to scream.

She was about to grab a handful of his hair and force him to go where she wanted when she felt his tongue glide along her folds. Harley gasped. She’d thought his tongue had felt wonderful on her breasts, but that paled in comparison to how incredible it felt on her pussy.

She buried her fingers in his hair, keeping him right where he was. Officer Barlowe didn’t seem to mind her taking charge. He lapped at her clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Harley undulated her hips.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Just like that.”

He shifted, reaching his hands around to grip her ass cheeks so he could lick her more deliberately. His tongue was firm and insistent, and she writhed beneath him. While oral sex always got her off, getting there could usually take a little while, but he already had her on the precipice. Was it because he was so much better at going down on a woman that other guys she’d been with? Or did it have more to do with him being a hot cop and her being a total badge bunny? Right then, she didn’t care.

Every swirl of his tongue pushed her closer and closer to the edge. When she finally went over and pleasure spiraled through her, she trembled from the force of it. She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming, instead letting out one long, continuous moan of ecstasy as she came over and over again.

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 enough, 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.”

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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?