As much as she liked the gift card and the pjs, however, Julie had to admit she was most intrigued by the heart-shaped leather paddle Megan gave her. She picked it up, admiring its highly polished surface.
“Like it?” Megan asked.
Julie could only nod, her imagination starting to run wild.
Megan must have seen the naughty gleam in her eye, though, because the other girl gave her a knowing grin. “I thought you’d like it. I always figured you were a little kinky.”
Julie looked at her friend dubiously. “You did, huh?”
Her friend shrugged. “Sure. I could tell just by looking at you.”
“I don’t know how kinky I am. I mean, I’ve tried a lot of off-the-wall things in bed, but spanking isn’t one of them.” She grinned, then added, “Yet.”
“Yet?” Becca squealed. “Does that mean you want to?”
Julie smacked the paddle lightly against her palm, both surprised and a little excited by how much it stung. “If the right guy came along, I’d be only too willing to drape myself over his lap.”
She forced her gaze to move lower, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular biceps before coming to rest on the shiny badge on the front of his dark blue uniform. Directly across from it was a nametag that read Chandler. This hot hunk was a cop?
God, she was slow sometimes. This mouthwatering specimen of a man wasn’t a real cop; he must be a male stripper her friends had hired for her birthday. And if he looked even half as good naked as he did in that uniform, then she was in for a real show. Her friends were the best!
She glanced at the other girls over her shoulder and gave them a wink before turning back to him. Her lips curved into a sexy smile. “And you’re here to arrest me, right?” she teased. “Or maybe you’d rather give me a birthday spanking instead?”
When he didn’t move, she reached out and grabbed the front of his belt to give it a tug. He didn’t resist, but let her pull him into the entryway. As much as she would have liked to keep her hand right where it was, maybe even move it a little lower, she forced herself to release him. She should probably let him start dancing before she got too familiar. She waited, expecting him to make suggestive little moves with his hips and unbutton his shirt, but he only continued to regard her with that same authoritative expression on his face. Sheesh, this guy was seriously into his role.
“You’re really good, you know that? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a real cop.” She circled him slowly, running her hand up his arm and over his shoulder, then across his back. “The uniform looks real, that’s for sure.” She let her fingers trail over his opposite shoulder and down his other arm, her gaze going to the gun in the holster at his hip as she walked around to stand in front of him again. “So does the gun. And the handcuffs.” She ran a finger over the badge on his chest. “And that badge is the best I’ve ever seen.”
As she studied the radio clipped to his left shoulder, she realized it looked real, too. She didn’t know male strippers wore such authentic getups. She was about to say as much to him when the radio suddenly hissed.
“All units in the vicinity of Bayview, we have a 2-11 in progress…”
She frowned. Bayview was a neighborhood in the southern part of the city, across town from where she lived in the Lower Pacific Heights section of San Francisco. Oh…crap. This guy wasn’t a stripper. He was a real cop! She jerked her head up to look at him, her eyes wide.
A slow smile curved his mouth as he folded his arms across his broad chest. “That’s right, ma’am. The uniform is real. The gun is real. The handcuffs are real. The badge is real. And you,” he added meaningfully, “are in real trouble.”
She might have been embarrassed, but that didn’t keep her from letting her gaze run over his broad shoulders and well-muscled arms as he wrote her name down. She probably should cut herself a break. Who would think a guy this hot would be a cop?
With a body like his, he should be working at Chippendales or modeling for Abercrombie & Fitch or something.
He tore off the top sheet from the pad and handed it to her. She scanned the page until she came to the section at the bottom. Beside the words “Issuing Officer” was the name Kirk Chandler. Damn, that had a sexy ring to it. Like he belonged in a romance book. Or had stepped off the pages of one.
She waited until he had completely disappeared around the corner before pushing open the door and going back into her apartment. Closing it behind her, she fixed her friends with an accusing look.
“Why the heck didn’t any of you stop me?” she demanded.
The other girls shared a look, then dissolved into fits of laughter.
“Because we were having way too much fun watching you come on to him,” Becca finally admitted.
“Totally,” Valerie agreed. “It was like watching an X-rated episode of Cops.”
Melanie nodded. “I was waiting for him to pin you up against the wall and frisk you.”
“Frisk her?” Megan said. “I was waiting for her to start frisking him! Or ask to see his nightstick.”
Her pulse quickened. Damn, he looked hot in that uniform. But then she remembered what he said about her being in serious trouble if he had to come back.
“Oh no! Did my neighbors call to complain about the noise again?”
He lifted a brow. “Did you and your friends give them a reason to call and complain again?”
She shook her head. “No. We turned the music down just like you told us.”
He chuckled. “Good. Because I’d hate to have to arrest you.”
A sexy image of him pushing her up against the wall so he could frisk her popped into her head unbidden, and she blushed.
He looked around the apartment again, then back at her, a teasing glint in his golden brown eyes. “So, did you ever get that birthday spanking you were looking for?”
She blinked. “Wh-what?”
“Your birthday spanking. Did you ever get one?”
“Oh!” Julie felt her face color. Dang it, why did she have to blush so easily? “No, I didn’t.”
Actually, she’d completely forgotten about it. But now the mere mention of one made her think of the heart-shaped paddle she’d gotten for a present, as well as her promise to put it to good use if she ever found the right guy. And Officer Kirk Chandler definitely looked like the right guy.
He gave her a slow, sexy smile as he took a step closer. “Do you still want one? If you do, I’d be happy to do the honors.”
The paddle stung more than his hand and she could feel heat spread over her bottom almost immediately. She wasn’t sure how having her ass spanked could feel so good, but it did, and as Kirk paddled first one cheek, then the other over and over, she began to rotate her hips so she was grinding against his leg. God, how she wanted to slide her hand between their bodies to finger her clit. But she was afraid if she did, he might stop spanking her and she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to keep spanking her until she orgasmed from it. Since she’d never been spanked before, she wasn’t sure such a thing was even possible, but she was definitely getting hotter and hotter by the second. If she didn’t come soon, she thought she might just explode. She let out a groan, torn between demanding he paddle her bottom some more and begging him to slide his hand between her legs and touch her clit.
She climbed off the couch, then stepped between his legs to kneel down in front of him.
“It might be my birthday,” she said, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a present, too. Especially after such a wonderful spanking.”
Giving him a sultry smile, she reached out and tugged at his belt.
Ignoring the curious look Kirk gave her, she hurried back to the couch and picked up the plastic container of chocolate body paint, then grabbed the handcuffs from his belt.
“I thought we might need these,” she said, giving him a sexy smile as she took his hand and started to lead him toward the bedroom again.
To her surprise, Kirk didn’t follow. Instead, he spun her around and pulled her into his arms for another kiss. Julie parted her lips beneath his with a moan, ready to give him an all-access pass to her tongue again, when she felt him take the handcuffs away from her.
“Hey!” she protested. “I had plans for those.”
He grinned. “So do I. And since I’m trained in the use of them, I’ll be the one in charge of them.”
While the thought of being completely in his control made Julie practically breathless with anticipation, she couldn’t resist giving him a little pout. “Whatever you say, Officer. But next time, I’m going to be the one putting you under arrest.”
He dipped his fingers into the chocolate.
She smiled. “I’m pretty sure that came with a brush.”
“I prefer the hands-on approach.” He gave her a sidelong glance at her as he placed the jar back on the nightstand. “Besides, I always loved finger painting.”
Giving her a wicked grin, he let the chocolate body paint drip off his fingers onto one nipple, then the other, before rubbing it all over her breasts. When he was done, he held his finger to her lips. She drew it into her mouth, licking it the same way she had his cock earlier.
Kirk slid his finger out with a groan. “You have no idea how sexy that is.”
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