|SEDUCING OFFICER BARLOWE
Book One in the Badge Bunnies Series
Gotta Love a Guy Who Comes with His Own Handcuffs!
Harley Miller has always fantasized about having sex with a cop. So, when hunky Royce
Barlowe comes to her rescue after her car breaks down, she can’t resist flirting with him. One
thing leads to another and soon she’s kissing him.
Going further than that right there on the side of the road is crazy and impulsive, not to mention
reckless, but neither one can help themselves and soon he’s cuffing her hands behind her
back and fulfilling her wildest fantasy—which turns out to be hotter than anything she’s ever
Excerpt © Paige Tyler, 2012
“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.”