Erin Wilson has had the day from hell, which includes catching her boyfriend and her best friend having an affair. On top of that, she's stopped by a cop -- who turns out to be the high-school sweetheart she dumped when they graduated.
But things go from cold to hot real fast. On the side of the road. Against her car. Blue and red lights flashing.
What happens is taboo, a line Dave Bennett never dreamed he would cross. Yet he can't believe his luck. The All-American girl he'd fallen in love with years ago is now at his mercy in more ways than one. He has a very special jail cell and some handcuffs just for her, not to mention a few other naughty surprises. A little time behind bars might be all Erin needs to convince her to put herself in his protective custody--forever.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Taking on the Law by Cheyenne McCray
Dave Bennett's cock went hard at the sight of the All-American beauty who'd been his first sexual experience--both of them had been virgins in high school, but not long after they'd started dating their junior year, things had moved pretty fast.
He'd fallen in love with the blonde, blue-eyed girl. Real hard. After two years of dating, she'd wrenched his heart in two and stomped all over it when she said things were over between them because she was going back East to college and it would be too difficult to maintain a relationship.
All the planning they'd done--they were both going to go to the University of Arizona and then he'd enter the police academy. They would get solid jobs, get married and have three kids. The two of them had laughed and, at the time he thought, loved. But she'd torn that all apart when she left Tucson.
Right now she was looking up at him with those wide blue eyes that even now made him want to kiss her. Erin's hair was tangled around her face and the sweater she was wearing had drifted off her shoulders, exposing her upper arms where her sleeveless blouse ended--just enough flesh to intrigue a man. Her breasts were even more generous than he remembered.
Clipboard in one hand, he braced his palms on the door of her convertible and looked her over from head to toe. He remembered sucking the nipples that were now peaking beneath her blouse. It had been pure heaven sliding between those gorgeous thighs that were visible beneath a short skirt that had ridden up high enough that it barely covered her mound and a pussy he loved to fuck.
"Erin Wilson." Her name came out hard and she winced. "Back in town and out for a little joyride?"
Erin's throat worked as she swallowed. "It's good to see you, Dave."
"Uh-huh." Dave tightened his grip on her car door and set his jaw. "Thirty-five miles an hour over the speed limit, not to mention tossing a bag out the window right at my cruiser. Bet it's real good to see me."
"Sorry?" She bit her lower lip as he fixed his gaze on her. "I had the most screwed-up day of my life, okay? And now a couple of tickets will just round it off nicely."
He pushed away from the car. "Out of the vehicle."
"What?" Erin's eyes widened. "You're going to arrest me?"
"Do you want to be charged with disobeying the direct order of a police officer, Ms. Wilson?"
She closed her eyes briefly and then opened them. Her lovely breasts rose and fell as she gave a deep sigh. "Of course not, Officer Bennett."
Erin might not have intended to turn him on with the way she said his name, but his cock went from aching to rock-hard. He could just picture taking her home, handcuffing her and flogging her in his special bondage room. What would she think if he locked her up and fucked her through the cell bars? Or slid his baton up her pussy? He'd punish her for leaving him, and make sure she loved every minute of it.
Shit. This train of thought was killing him.
Seeing her--it opened up a whole floodgate of emotions that he'd long buried, fifteen years ago. The love he'd killed, the lust was obviously still there.
He backed up and Erin opened the door and climbed out. In the flashing red and blue lights he took in her deep red, tiny skirt that she had to tug down, and the red sweater over a sleeveless red shirt. Her legs were bare of any stockings, just the way he liked his women.
He set his ticket clipboard on the hood. "Spread your hands on the hood of your car, your stance wide."
Grumbling under her breath, what sounded like sonofabitch, she obeyed him.
When she was slightly bent, her stance wide, he went up behind her and just stood, letting her anticipate what he was going to do to her.
"Here for a visit, Erin?" he said as his gaze traveled the length of her backside, stopping to rest on her cute little ass.
"I live here now." She gave an audible sigh. "Just moved back from Boston to be closer to my mom, okay?"
His hands itched to touch her. God, how he'd missed her. He didn't realize just how much until right this moment.
"You're here to stay?" He kept his voice low, authoritative.
"Is this part of being arrested? Do you question the people you stop until they beg to be taken in?" Sparks might as well have been snapping in the lights of his cruiser just from the tone of her voice. She still had spunk, he'd say that much for her. He allowed himself a grin because she couldn't see his face, her back still to him.
Dave moved closer to her so that he caught a whiff of her soft powdery scent. After all these years she still smelled the same. Sweet and irresistible.
He barely resisted touching her. They'd done a lot of role-playing games when they were dating, and one of them was "frisk me", where he was the cop and she was the driver he'd pulled over. Or she was even a hooker he'd taken into custody. They'd had great imaginations back then.
She must have been thinking along the same lines, because she shifted her stance a little and her voice came out a little hoarse. "So, are you going to frisk me, Officer Bennett, or stare at my ass?"
A low growl rumbled up in Dave's throat and he almost reached out, grabbed her hips and ground his erection into her ass. "Do you want to be frisked, angel?" he asked, using the nickname he'd given her when they first started dating.
He heard Erin's sharp intake of breath. "It's been a long time," she whispered.
"Too long," he said before he could stop himself.