Thirteen Mini-Excerpts from my hot, contemporary erotic romance PROTECTIVE CUSTODY!
When Gray arrived at the station twenty minutes later, he went directly to the captain’s office. The door was closed and he knocked once before opening it to stick hishead in.
“You wanted to see me, Captain?” he asked the man seated behind the desk.
Gray would have walked right in, but then he noticed that the head of the Burglary Detail, Captain Ted McCoy, wasn’t alone. There was a dark-haired woman seated in front of him, her back to Gray. “Oh, sorry,” he said to his boss. “I didn’t know you were with someone. I’ll come back later.”
But when Gray started to close the door, Captain McCoy motioned for him to enter. “That’s all right, Inspector. Come in.”
Nodding, Gray walked into the office, closing the door behind him. As he did so, he glanced casually at the woman and did a double-take. Damn. She was one hell of a knockout! Long, dark hair, cheekbones high enough to make the top models envious, and full lips that looked like they were just made for kissing. Not to mention the most impossibly blue eyes he’d ever seen. Then there was that amazing body. Even though she was sitting down, Gray could tell she was tall and slender with curves in all the right places. It didn’t hurt that she was wearing a fitted sweater and short plaid skirt, he thought, his gaze lingering on her shapely legs.
Down, big boy, he told himself when his jeans started to tighten uncomfortably
around his cock.
Gray was almost relieved when the captain spoke. “Inspector, I’d like you to meetmy daughter, Paisley,” he said. “Paisley, this is Inspector Gray Beckham.”
Daughter? Gray’s eyes went to the beautiful bombshell again. Ah, hell. I should have known.
Glancing in the direction of her father’s office, Paisley saw Inspector Beckham making his way over to where she stood. Now that she had a chance to get a good look at him, she was starting to think maybe this arrangement wasn’t such a bad idea. He was kind of sexy, in a rugged sort of way. Actually, dressed in those tight jeans and leather jacket, he was hotter than any cop had a right to be.
Shoving the dress into an evening purse, Paisley picked up her shoes in her free hand and darted from the room. She had barely made it past the bathroom when the door opened.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Gray demanded from behind her.
Paisley stopped in her tracks at the commanding tone in his voice. Crap! She had hoped to slip out before Gray finished taking his shower. It just wasn’t fair that guys could clean up so fast.
Squaring her shoulders, she whirled around to face him. And blinked. Though he had put on jeans, he hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and all she could do was stare at him in feminine appreciation. She had known he was built, but she hadn’t realized just how well. Broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and rock-hard abs. Daaaaammmn! He had a body that just wouldn’t quit.
She clenched her jaw. “I wasn’t asking for your permission, Inspector. I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.”
With that, Paisley whirled around and started for the door. She didn’t even make it halfway before Gray caught her arm and turned her back around.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
She glared up at him. “Oh, really?” she countered. “And just how are you going to stop me? Handcuff me to the bed?”
To her surprise, Gray didn’t sit her down at all, but instead took a seat himself. Totally perplexed, she was just about to ask what he was doing when a tug on her arm sent her sprawling over his knee. She had no choice but to drop the purse and shoes so she could put her hands on the floor to keep herself balanced.
For a moment, Paisley was so stunned she just lay there. She recovered quickly enough though, and when she did, she immediately tried to push herself upright. But a strong hand on her back held her firmly in place. Furious at being manhandled, she glared at him over her shoulder.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
He returned her glower with one of his own. “Teaching you a lesson.”
Paisley opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt him smack her upturned bottom. He did not just spank her!
Then, just as suddenly as the spanking had begun, it was over, and she was back on her feet. Gray towered over her, all six-foot-four-gorgeous-half-naked inches of him!
They were standing so close that Paisley could actually feel the masculinity pouring off him. It was all she could do not to jump him!
Paisley closed her eyes and melted against him. Gray’s mouth was gentle and demanding at the same time, and she let out little sigh of pleasure as his tongue invaded her mouth to claim hers as its own. She had been kissed by a lot of men, but he was definitely in a class all by himself, she decided, as he slid his hand in her hair and began to explore her mouth even more thoroughly. Unable to stop herself, she ran her hands up his bare chest. He was a wall of solid muscle beneath her fingers, and she murmured her approval against his mouth.
She was so caught up in touching him that she barely even realized he slid one of his hands beneath the hem of her sweater until she felt his fingers lightly caressing her bare skin. Her eyes flew open. What the heck was she doing? Not five minutes ago, the brute had put her over his knee and spanked her, for heaven’s sake! She should be slapping his handsome face, not kissing him!
Gray’s lips were hot on hers, his tongue insistent as it swept into her mouth to find hers. She kissed him back just as urgently, her tongue tangling with his. Damn, she had never been with a guy who could take her breath away with just a single kiss!
“God, you taste good,” he breathed, drawing her lower lip into his mouth and gently suckling on it.
Paisley could only moan in reply.
Closing his mouth over hers again, Gray slid his hand along her hip, urging her
closer so that she was lying half on top of the console. Damn thing, she thought.
Dragging her mouth from his, Paisley hiked up her short skirt and climbed over the console separating them to straddle his lap.
“That’s better,” she said.
Gray ran his hands up her bare thighs. “Much,” he agreed.
“There’s just one bedroom, so I’ll get you a pillow and some blankets so that you can…” She turned to face him, but the words trailed off as she realized just how close she was to the handsome inspector.
They were standing only inches apart and suddenly all of the sexual desire she had felt at the club came bubbling to the surface. Before she could even think, the tiny distance between them evaporated and she found her mouth on his once more. This was getting to be a really bad habit.
Paisley’s breathing quickened in anticipation as the material parted to reveal the muscles of his bare chest. Why Gray was wasting his time in law enforcement was beyond her. He should be on the cover of Muscle and Fitness or something. On second thought, make that Playgirl, she corrected, as her gaze dipped to the bulge in his jeans. She could already see the centerfold.
“So,” she said, reaching out to toy with one of the buttons on his shirt. “Do you have your handcuffs with you?”
His golden brown eyes glinted in the darkened bedroom. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
She smiled. “Then how ’bout we play a game of good cop/bad girl,” she suggested in a husky voice. “What do you think?”
Gray chuckled, the sound a deep, sexy rumble that made her tummy flutter. “I think that if we’re going to play that game, then I’m going to have to frisk you first.”
Oooh, she liked the sound of that!
To Gray’s surprise, Paisley was actually a pretty good poker player, and after about thirty minutes, they were about even.
“This is fun,” Paisley said, as she popped one of her winnings into her mouth. “But you know what would be even more fun?”
Gray’s mouth twitched. He could think of several things and all of them involved her getting naked. “What’s that?” He glanced at her as he shuffled the cards.
She leaned forward to give him a sultry look. “Strip poker.”
He paused in the act of shuffling to look across the table at her. Inside his jeans, his cock was already getting hard. He gave her a slow, sexy grin. “I like the sound of that.”
She sat back in her chair and reached for another M and M. “I thought you might.”
She turned in his arms to gaze up at him. “I’m sorry I was such a pain that first night at my apartment. I know you were only trying to do your job.”
His mouth quirked as he reached up to brush her hair back from her face. “Don’t worry about it. But since you’re apologizing, I suppose I should, too. I shouldn’t have spanked you like that.”
Paisley felt her face color at the mention of the spanking he’d given her. Dammit, why did she blush so much around him?
“Probably not,” she agreed. Since he’d brought it up, it was the perfect opportunity to tell him exactly what she thought about it. She looked up at him from beneath her long bangs. “Though it was kind of a turn-on.”
Gray lifted a brow, clearly surprised by her words. “Really?”
She ran her hands up his bare chest to loop her arms around his neck. Beneath the pajama bottoms he wore, he was already hard. “In fact, I was thinking that maybe we could do it again sometime.”
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