He filled that uniform out pretty well, but why wear the hat?
Yes, he was most likely bald.
Hmm. Maybe he wore a girdle.
What man had a waist that slim, with shoulders like that?
What was he even doing back there?
God—his sexy voice in my ear.
Don’t move a single inch… or else…
It had to be the formal dark uniform—the shimmering badge, the holster, that duty belt. Daunting enough without those intense blue eyes peeking out from beneath his hat. I thought I only had a thing for firemen and their hoses, but apparently not.
I needed to dig out some of the spicy books I’d found shoved to the back of my wardrobe. I was sure I had a policeman in there somewhere.
When I heard his heavy footsteps approach, my mind went silent as I waited. I wiggled my wrists. There was no need for handcuffs. I was hardly a threat to him.
“Do you have any dangerous or sharp objects on your person?”
“If I did, they’d be stabbed in your eyes by now,” I snarked, rolling my eyes.
What was wrong with me? Why was I making this worse?
“Was that a threat to an officer of the law, Ms Morgan?” he drawled, and it just rubbed me the wrong way.
That asshole smugness.
Argh—he reminded me of Jennifer.
“If it were a threat, you’d know about it,” I said, glaring over my shoulder.
His smug smile waned, and a dark shadow passed over his face, settling in his eyes. He moved forward, his hips bumping against my ass. The gravel scraped beneath his foot as he slid it beside me. The heat of his hand was on my lower back when he forced me to spread my legs.
“Keep those legs spread and don't move,” he murmured.
The cool air stung my throat as I tried to catch my breath.
Then the hot, blue-eyed devil lifted my skirt. His movement was slow and deliberate as the cool air rushed to my legs… thighs and—
“What are you doing?” I shrieked; panic made my voice shrill.
“Just as I suspected. Granny pants.”
“You son of a—” I began, but my cheeks bloomed with shame.
He wasn’t wrong. But also, fuck him.
“Now, now. You’re already facing a multitude of charges.”
What?
Was he drunk?
Off his head?
“Not complying—”
