“Good thing I’ll feed you, Officer. I have no problem cooking with, or for, you.” I start down the path toward the beach, desperate for the ice-cold Maine ocean water on my skin. I hook my finger in his direction and get him to follow me.
“Where are you going? I’m still in uniform.”
“Oh I know. Trust me, I can’t miss you when you’re in that uniform. It’s like my pussy has a beacon out, calling to you whenever you’re in it.” I laugh, swaying my hips a little extra for him.
“You can’t say shit like that when I have to go back to work, Trouble.”
I turn and wink. “Maybe you’re just out here to catch a suspect.”
With that, I take off. “Better catch me, Officer Keaton.”
Sprinting down to the beach, I hear his boots on the path getting closer. The anticipation of him capturing me sends my blood thrumming through my veins.
His strong arms wrap around me as I get closer to the water, and he takes me down to the sand.
“Suspect has been apprehended,” he whispers in my ear.
Rolling onto my back underneath his body, I spread my arms out with him holding my wrists. “What is my punishment?”
“Truth or dare?” he asks.
“Dare,” I say confidently.
“Skinny dip.” He rolls to his ass, sitting on the sand with his hands outstretched behind him, a lopsided smile on his face that goes higher on one side than the other.
Taking him in like this, it’s hard not to fall for him. He’s fun and uninhibited.
Straddling his lap, I lean down to kiss him as an overwhelming need to taste this man overtakes me.
“Truth or dare?” I ask him, pulling back.
“You haven’t completed mine.” He pouts.
“Okay, okay. Rules are rules.” Standing over him, I slip my shorts down my legs, dropping them on his lap.
“Fuck, Trouble. No underwear?” He’s practically salivating.
Shaking my head, I step back.
“You in that tee is fucking phenomenal. I need to get you more.”
“Does it make you all primal to know I’m wearing your clothes?” I bite my lip, backing toward the water.
“Knowing you’re mine when you wear it makes me hard.” His eyes track my hands as they lift the hem of the shirt over my head.
“I kind of like it, too. No one knows what we’re doing, but they’re all speculating. Your tourists around town, the girlswhose hearts were broken by Wyatt Keaton.” I drop the tee in the sand and pull my sports bra over my head next, slingshotting it and hitting him directly in the face.
I’m completely bare to him here on the beach. Thank God it’s private.
“Now, truth or dare, officer?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to join me, and not touch me.” The waves lap at my feet as I trek through the low tide, not breaking eye contact with him.
“I’m enjoying my show.” His gaze roams up and down my body.
“If you don’t take the dare, you owe me a truth.”
