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“Men don’t have biological clocks.” Jake had tried to shrug it off. Nichols shook his head.

“Bullshit. They’re just a different type. Mark my words. When you find her, you’ll know her. The way your luck runs, she’ll fall right in your lap.”

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Hadn’t he thought the same thing only a little while ago? And if they’d been sitting, her cute ass would have been pressed into his lap right now.

Lust. Just lust and attraction.
Keep it easy, Jake. Give her the fantasy.

But it was difficult to remember that. Especially when she hooked her arms around his neck again and hitched herself up so she could spread her elbows and grip his shoulders like an embrace. Her hair brushed his neck, her face nestled below his ear.

“We’re going to stop here a moment, hon.” He let her feet down at his car. Freeing his neck from her hold but keeping a steadying hand on her elbow, he opened the driver’s door, popped the trunk.

She looked into his back window, studying the personal items he’d been carrying.

Baseball gear. A car magazine with a well-endowed blonde in a string bikini stretched out on the hood. She cast him an amused glance.

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“It has good articles,” he said.

“I’ll bet.” Her laughter was rusty, unpracticed but honest. Her look altered then, changing his amusement to something else. Backing a step from him, she turned and strolled completely naked except for his cuffs to the front hood of the Trans Am. Giving him a sultry look, she slowly leaned forward, bracing out her legs the same way the models did. Only instead of a tiny strap of bright yellow bikini outlining the plump oblong shape of her pussy, there was nothing covering it at all. She put her elbows on the car’s hood, dipped her head to shake her hair over her face and then tossed it back in a lithe move, looking over her shoulder at him. The strands spilled back in a shiny wave that just grazed the top of her shoulders before the breeze caught and caressed her lips with them.

He’d no idea what he’d been intending to do in the trunk. He moved toward her, one step, two steps, just as she touched her tongue to her upper lip, swept her gaze down. She kept her ass tilted up, the natural result of arching her back from tossing her hair in that sexy way.

“Up on your toes, darling, as if you were wearing a pair of really high heels. I want to see those muscles strain.”

Hot desire licked through her at the demand. Before Stacie could blink, he’d closed the distance between them, reaching forward to stroke between her legs, his thumb parting her buttocks.

“Oh…I… Oh.” She couldn’t finish her protest, for he was tracing her rim in a way that made her lose the thought, her hips jerking against him as he played with her clit as well. Her nails dug into the top of the car, her arms straining, unable to help her cries of need. “Jake…”

“What, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“You. Please…”

“Please what?” His voice was husky, seductive, drawing the words from her like a bee keeper drawing honey from a hive.

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“Please…take me. Again.” Her breath left her in a hitching gasp as he continued his slow kneading, drawing her lower body into a taut spring. “I…need you.” She couldn’t say the rough words. All she knew how to say was what was in her heart. He voiced the primal desire for them both.

“Show me. Lift those hips up and down on my hand. Show me how you’d fuck my cock.”

God, his command of her was making her blood run thick and boiling through her vitals. She pumped against his hand, masturbating herself with increasing speed. She’d never been this way. But she didn’t want civilized. She was spiraling up toward another climax, faster than she’d imagined was possible, coming so close on the heels of the first. A quick glance at him showed he was also more than ready for her again, and she knew men took longer. Usually. But then, this was her fantasy, wasn’t it?

She’d have smiled at the thought if she wasn’t suffused with such a knife edge of need.

He tugged open the top button of his jeans, pushed the zipper open again, took hold of her hips and drove into her, keeping such a hard grip on her that her toes barely brushed the ground.

“That’s it, sweetie. Put your ass high in the air for me.” Jake caught his fingers in her silky hair and held her head up, her neck arched so he could watch the wobble of her breasts as she took him in, took his thrusts. She was drenched, slippery. She’d been holding it in for too long, apparently. And he… Hell, he’d never been so turned on in his life.

“Don’t want to hurt you, but…”

“Hard…. Hard as you want.” Her eyes were wet, tearing. “I need to know you want me. That you want me like you’ve never wanted anyone. Even if it’s a lie, I want to believe it tonight.”

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let him hold her, his hand coming up through the circle of her arms to grip her breast, his forearm diagonally across her sternum to keep her up. “My cock’s never been this hard for anyone. I’d kill to keep fucking you right now. Anyone who tried to take you away from me. Who looked at you. You’re mine. Mine.”

It wasn’t what she’d asked for, but it came tumbling out of him before he could stop himself. She pressed her temple against his biceps, gasping, her body trembling.

“Let it go. Scream for me.”

As she obeyed, her response rippled around his cock and spread outward, tightening her all over so he felt the tension in her buttocks, in her shoulders against his chest. Then the rippling became an excruciating suction of her inner muscles on him, such that he couldn’t help but follow her. He groaned, jetting hot, soaking her further as she gyrated wildly on his cock.

His own private pin-up girl, the gentle creature who’d just fulfilled a fantasy he’d had since he picked up his first hot rod mag at twelve years old.

She was wet, drowning him, her cunt so hot, so perfect, so—

Jesus Christ.
“Oh, Christ.”

As she shuddered to a halt, he pulled out slowly, not wanting to but thinking he had to do what he could to fix what could be an unfixable mistake. How could he be so stupid? “Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t even stop to think. I didn’t use anything this time.” What was he, some irresponsible teenager?

She pressed her cheek to his arm, brushed him with her lips. “It’s okay. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

“That’s not—”

“I take contraceptives.” She tilted her head, looked up at him with serious eyes, lips swollen from his kisses, from the stretch of his cock there just a little while before. “I wanted you to take me this way. And now I’d like to lie in a corn field completely naked with you and watch the stars.”

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He would have taken the cuffs off as a reminder real life had to step back in at some point, something to keep him from being so stupid twice, but she wouldn’t let him.

“I’m yours to do whatever you wish with until dawn,” she said quietly. “When the cuffs come off, it’s over. I don’t want it to be over. Not until it has to be. Which is dawn.”

When he led her deeper into the corn, his hand light on her forearm, she shifted so she was gripping his hand in both of her bound ones, like kids holding hands, only she was completely naked and cuffed. And unlike a pair of kids, they probably both knew exactly how rare and amazing this night was. So for a little while they didn’t say anything. Just ambled along holding hands like that, looking up at the stars, though he kept sneaking looks at her.

He’d grabbed a blanket and a couple other items from his trunk, wrapping them up in the blanket so she couldn’t see them. He held them in one arm as he led her with the other.

He thought one corn row would be just like another, but he knew they’d found their spot when they came upon a sprinkling of star-shaped white wildflowers that had managed to push out of the tilled ground between the rows of stalks. The angle of the moon touched the flowers with a luminescence that reminded him of the white of angel’s wings. So he reluctantly released her to set the items to the side behind a cluster of stalks and shook out the blanket.

Something he didn’t expect came tumbling out. Before he could retrieve it she bent, picking up the teddy bear as it rolled to a stop, face down.

Stacie looked at the shiny dark eyes, felt the soft plush of the fur give under her grip. Because she couldn’t help it, she brought it to her cheek and lifted her gaze to find Jake watching her, a light smile on his firm mouth.

“You keep these for kids at crime scenes.”

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He nodded. “You watch your news programs. You can have him if you want. We always get new ones whenever we use one.”

She closed her eyes, her lashes sweeping down, fanning her cheeks in a way that made him want to nuzzle them, blow on them to watch them shut more tightly, her full lips purse in a near smile, like she did now.

“You forget how this comforts. Holding one in your hands.” She opened her eyes.

“If I had a cop like you telling me it was going to be okay, and giving me this to hold, I’d never be afraid again.”

“Come here.” He drew her to him, pressed the teddy bear between them as he cupped her neck, ran his thumb over the line of her cheek. When she raised her chin, he rubbed his lips lightly over hers. “I’m not sure you’re as safe from me as you think.”

“Well, Lieutenant, I’m not a little girl.” Those lashes that had looked so innocent a moment before now looked anything but as she shot him a sultry look through them.

“Maybe the last thing I want is to be safe from you. Maybe you’re not safe from me.

You haven’t even frisked me for weapons.”

“You’re right about that.” Tightening his hold on her nape, he dipped his other hand, cupped her mound, earning a gasp, a darkening of those eyes as he teased her clit, slid two fingers along the opening of her pussy, finding moisture gathering there again. Damn, if she wasn’t the most responsive little thing. Her thighs loosened for him, her stance widening, and his cock amazed him by proving he could more than keep up with her.

Her arms were bent at the elbows, so her hands now curled into his T-shirt, tugging. “Please take off all your clothes. I’ll do anything if you take them off.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was throaty. “Well, you go lie down on that blanket and spread your legs for me. If you do exactly what I want, I might get naked for you.”

Another small smile curved her mouth, so he couldn’t help his fingers dipping into her, holding her pinioned. She went to her toes, her lips parting, eyes locked on his as her muscles clamped on him.

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Giving in to the desire, he dropped his other hand from her neck and took possession of one nipple, holding her with one set of fingers deep in her cunt and the other tormenting her nipple as she held onto him and writhed, whimpering. She bumped her leg against him, grazing his groin, and the bare amount of friction was enough to make him ready for her again.

But he wanted to do something else first. She’d planted the seed of the idea and he couldn’t get it out of his head until he did it.

He slid his fingers from her, turned her toward the blanket and gave her a firm smack on the ass, liking the handprint he left there when she jumped.

Jesus, Jake. Do you want to brand her or something?

Yeah, he did, in a way. He believed in wedding rings and a woman taking his last name, proving she wanted to be his. Proof he’d made an oath to safeguard her happiness, protect her with his name and possessions, his very life—for all of her life.

She’d jumped at the blow, but the gaze she tossed over her shoulder wasn’t startled or cowed. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, it suggested she was thinking of more ways to get him to do it again. Which brought to mind the image of her in his bedroom, her panties at her ankles as he gave her a firm spanking for some trumped-up thing, like erasing his pre-recorded sports show. Her mischievous smile would say she’d done it because she wanted to be spanked. Wanted to pursue a sport far better than anything the NBA or NFL could offer, even on their best day.

He didn’t know her, but somehow he knew that was the way it would be. Or maybe her desire to fantasize was contagious.

When she dropped to the ground, he had to stifle a groan as she went to all fours before she turned to her hip and then her back, spreading her legs, laying her wrists over her head without even being told that was how he wanted them. But then she’d said that was what her fantasy was as well, right? To have him keep control over her.

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in use anymore since the expandable batons had gotten popular, but he’d found it very useful for tangling up the legs of a running suspect. Now that he had another much more pleasurable use planned for it, he was glad he’d kept it around.

About an inch and a quarter thick and quite long, it would impale her, limit her mobility for what else he had in mind. He’d never gone this far, even with women far more adventurous whose limits he knew, because none of them had ever looked at him like this. Begging to be dominated, brought to screaming pleasure so intense they’d never forget it. Trusting him to do so.

Stacie knew that forever after she’d be able to pull this moment out and remember it when her real life threatened to destroy her belief in fantasy. When he frowned, moving two steps toward her to stand tall and forbidding between her spread legs, Stacie’s breath caught. The curve of his cock and testicles was prominent in his snug jeans. Her eyes coursed from there over the muscles in his arms that flexed as he held the baton in one hand, tapping the other a moment before the stick dropped, tapped her smartly on the inside of one thigh.