Secret Weapon (18 page)

Fifteen

Janine glanced in her rearview mirror. A squad car followed her with its lights flashing. She pulled onto the shoulder to let him pass.

Damn! He pulled in behind her.

She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat and pulled out her wallet, then fumbled for her license. She could see the officer walking along the shoulder toward her car. She pressed the button to lower her window as he approached her door, then handed him her license.

“Good evening, Officer”—she glanced at his badge to see his name—“O’Neill. Did I do something wrong?”

“Janine?”

She glanced up to see Liam staring down at her with a grin. She hadn’t even thought about the fact she didn’t know his last name.

“Officer Liam.” Oh, God, she was an idiot. She sucked in a breath. “I mean … Liam. Is it okay if I call you Liam, with you in uniform and all?” Oh, God. A real idiot.

He chuckled. “Relax. I only pulled you over because your license plate sticker is out of date.”

“Oh, but … I bought it last month.”

“It’s not on your plate.”

She stared at him blankly. She’d definitely gone into the DMV and picked it up, then brought it out to the car and put it in the glove compartment, then … Oh, damn, forgotten all about it.

“It’s in my glove compartment.”

“It’s not doing you much good in there now, is it?”

Her gaze lurched to his. He was grinning at her. She relaxed a little, her shoulders lowering and her jaw unclenching.

“Do you have to give me a ticket?”

“No, just a reminder to actually stick it on your plate.” He leaned a little closer, as if looking into her car. “Janine, really, relax. It’s just me.”

“You in uniform.”

He gazed at her with a gleam in his eyes. “Does the uniform intimidate you?”

“Um…” She stared at his twinkling eyes and laughed. “Yeah, I guess. A little bit.”

His smile broadened. “Does it turn you on?”

Excitement flashed through her as she thought of him snapping handcuffs onto her wrists, and she sucked in air.

“Um … actually”—she smiled up at him, hunger growing inside her—“it does.”

Heat filled his eyes. “I’ve just finished my shift. Would you like to grab a coffee somewhere? I could meet you in about a half hour.”

She knew Sloan would not be happy if she had a date with Liam, but she had warned Sloan that she wouldn’t be exclusive. She couldn’t let his expectations change her.

“Will you still be”—she smiled enticingly—“in uniform?”

“I could be.”

“And … will you have your handcuffs with you?”

His eyes lit up. “Absolutely.”

“Then why don’t we go back to my place for coffee?”

He smiled. “That sounds like a great idea.”

“Thank you, Officer O’Neill. I assume you have my address?”

He handed back her license. “Yes, Miss Reid, I do. A half hour, then.”

He turned and walked back to his squad car. She felt totally wicked as she watched his tight, uniformed butt in her mirror. But oh, man, he was sooo sexy in uniform.

Her insides quivered as she put her car in gear and pulled back into the traffic, knowing the half-hour wait would feel like an eternity.

*   *   *

Janine’s buzzer sounded and she raced to the intercom and pushed the button. “Yes?”

“Ma’am, it’s Officer O’Neill here. May I come up?”

A shiver danced along her spine. “Of course, Officer.” She pushed the button to unlock the outside door.

Many long minutes later, a knock sounded at her door. She peered through the peephole and there stood Liam in his blue uniform, right down to the hat. She pulled open the door.

“Yes, Officer. May I help you?”

“May I come in, ma’am?”

God, he was so sexy and … a little intimidating with authoritative air. “Of course.” She stepped back so he could step inside. His muscular arm brushed hers as he went past and heat washed through her.

He closed the door behind him, glancing around her apartment.

“Nice place, ma’am.”

She turned to face him. “What’s this all about, Officer?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m here to place you under arrest.” He opened a leather pouch on his belt and pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs.

He took her right wrist and snapped a cold cuff around it, then drew her arm behind her, captured her other wrist, and cuffed it, too. Excitement quivered through her.

“But why?”

“For wielding a dangerous weapon.”

She turned to face him, her hands trapped firmly behind her back. “What weapon?”

He grinned. “Well, basically, a killer body.”

His gaze traveled to her breasts, which were thrust forward because her hands were behind her back, and lingered long enough that her nipples throbbed with need.

“Are you going to take me to jail?”

“Yes, ma’am, but first I’d better search you.”

He turned her around and took her arm, then guided her into the kitchen.

“Stand facing the counter.”

She shivered at the authority in his voice. She turned around and faced the counter that overlooked her eating area and the sliding door to the balcony. He stepped close behind her.

“Spread your legs, ma’am.”

She almost gasped at the thrill of adrenaline rushing through her. She shifted her feet apart. His hand flattened on her back and he pressed her forward and down, until her upper body rested on the cold marble. He placed his hands on her head, glided downward through her hair, along her neck, then across her shoulders. His thumbs stroked firmly down her back while his fingers grazed her sides, then continued down her hips and over her ass. He patted her round flesh thoroughly, then continued down her legs.

Once he reached her ankles, he continued back up, following her inner legs. When he reached the bottom of her skirt, his hands moved away and she felt the button on the back of her skirt release, then the zipper open. He drew her skirt down her hips and off.

His hands brushed her legs again, starting at her knees, then gliding up her inner thighs. He toyed with the lace edge of her elastic-topped stockings, which she’d put on as soon as she got home, then continued upward. Her breath caught as he brushed against the silky crotch of her panties, then over her ass, which was essentially naked since she wore a thong. He cupped her cheeks and squeezed enticingly.

“Stand up, ma’am.”

She stood up. He stepped closer, his body pressed against her back, the bulge in his pants pushing into her hands, which were still cuffed behind her back, palms toward him. She could feel the hardness of his shaft. His hands glided around her waist, then upward. He cupped her breasts and squeezed, pulling her tight to his body. She could feel his breath on her ear. Then one hand slid downward and stroked along the crotch of her panties, which had to be totally wet because the way he was touching her. His body pressed against hers, his erection in her hands, made her melt inside.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he murmured against her ear, his voice a little raspy, “but this is definitely a killer body.” He cupped her mound and tightened his fingers. “You are in some trouble.”

She pressed her hands tighter against his growing bulge. “But, Officer, is there anything I can do to get out of trouble?”

He turned her around, then pressed her against the counter, his pelvis tight to hers. Her breath caught at being pinned to the counter in such an intimate way by this tall, devastatingly handsome, uniformed man. “That wouldn’t be fair. Letting you go unpunished for your crime.”

She sent him a sultry gaze. “I didn’t say you shouldn’t
punish
me.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Really? What do you have in mind?”

“Well, you could always spank me.”

He smiled, then turned her around again and leaned her over the counter.

“Your delightful ass looks like it could use a good spanking.” A loud smack sounded as his palm connected with her skin. He smacked again and her flesh stung delightfully.

He smacked the other cheek, then caressed over her round, undoubtedly pink flesh. Then his hand connected again, followed by another caress.

“I don’t think a spanking is enough to teach you a lesson.” He drew her from the counter and unfastened one wrist, then the other from the handcuffs. “Why don’t you show me how you use your killer body to entice men.”

She smiled and stroked her hand down the placket of her blouse, then unfastened the top button. “Of course, Officer.”

She released each button in turn until the blouse draped open, then drew back the fabric briefly, giving him a glimpse of her black lace bra before she grasped the fabric closed at the front. She dropped her blouse off one shoulder, then the other, then caressed her breasts through the fabric. Doing this in front of him while he stood there in full uniform watching her sent a tremor through her. She stroked down the front of her blouse, then dropped it off her arms and let it fall to the floor.

Now she stood before him in only her black lace bra, panties, and garterless black stockings. She stroked her breasts, then pressed them together, forcing them to swell over her bra cups. His olive green eyes darkened. She reached behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward, and unfastened her bra, then dropped the straps from her shoulders. Slowly, she lowered the bra a little until one nipple peeked out. His gaze burned into her. She lowered the other side, revealing the other nipple. Both poked forward, hard and needy. She dropped the bra and stroked over her hard nipples, enjoying the heat tingling through her, then cupped under her breasts and lifted. Her thumbs stroked over her hard buds.

“My nipples are very hard. Would you like to feel them?” she asked.

He took off his hat and tossed it on the counter, then reached toward her and ran his hand over her breast. His fingertips found her aching nipple and she sucked in air as he stroked, then squeezed.

“You’re right. They’re very hard.”

He leaned forward and licked one nub, then drew it into his mouth. When he sucked, she gasped at the intense pleasure. His hand found her other nipple and he stroked it as he sucked the first. A moment later he drew back, but his gaze remained on her breasts. He moved to the kitchen table and sat down in one of the chairs.

“Very good, ma’am. Now I’d like to see more.”

She smiled. “Of course, Officer.”

She glided her hands over her breasts again, wishing they were his hands—or better, his mouth—caressing her right now. She stroked down her stomach, then glided her fingers over the crotch of her panties. His cock stirred beneath his uniform pants. She slid her hand under the fabric and caressed her intimate folds, feeling the slickness.

“Mmm. It’s very wet.” She walked toward him and pulled the fabric of her crotch forward. “Would you like to feel?”

*   *   *

Liam’s gaze dropped to her exposed pussy. Damn, but this woman was hot. This role-playing was driving him insane with need. He wanted to run his hands all over her, then drive his cock home.

He pressed his hand to her flat stomach, then moved downward, under the fabric. The moment his fingers touched her slit, he could feel the hot slickness. He grasped her hip and turned her around.

“Sit on my lap.” His voice came out husky.

She sat down and he slid his fingers inside her panties and glided along her dripping pussy. With his free hand, he cupped her luscious breast and his thumb stroked over her tight nipple. He hooked a finger and slid it into her slick passage. His thumb found her clit and he stroked it. Her breathing accelerated.

“You like that?”

She sucked in air and nodded. He glided his finger deeper into her while at the same time flicking her clit. Her body trembled against him. She was close. He flicked one more time, then stopped. She moaned in frustration.

“This seems more like a reward than a punishment,” he said.

She stood up and turned around, then knelt in front of him.

“I have an idea.” She stroked his aching cock, then released his belt and lowered his zipper. Her hand slipped into his pants and stroked his cock through the thin cotton of his boxers. The moment her hand slipped under the fabric and stroked his hard flesh, he groaned.

*   *   *

Janine wrapped her hand around his thick cock and stroked. He was longer than Jonas, but not quite as long as Derek—and nowhere close to Sloan, but who was? He was thicker than Derek and didn’t have the distinct veins along his shaft. The feel of his kid-leather-soft skin in her hand as it glided over the rigid shaft sent a quiver down her spine.

He was incredibly hard. She would love to feel him slide into her right now. She drew him out of the boxers and stroked his long shaft, then leaned forward and kissed the tip of him. She swirled her tongue over his cockhead, then spiraled around.

“Do you like that, Officer?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Janine smiled, then swallowed his cockhead into her mouth. Dragging her tongue around the underside of the corona caused Liam to gasp. She squeezed him in her mouth, then dove down deep, taking all of him in her mouth. He groaned as she glided up and down, squeezing him, then sucking, then squeezing again. She tucked her hand under his cock and cupped his balls, then kneaded gently.

His balls tightened and he sucked in air.

“Ma’am, stop. Now.”

She released his cock and gazed up at him. He sucked in air, clearly trying to calm himself. She backed toward the counter, stroking her hand over her crotch, then glided her hand inside her panties to stroke her wet slit again. She drew her hand out and stroked over the fabric, then tightened her hand around it and tugged it tight, pulling the fabric into her slit as she rocked her pelvis forward and back. She spun around and leaned against the counter, giving him a great view of her ass, then glided the thong down her hips and pushed it down her legs. She kicked it aside and climbed onto the countertop on her hands and knees. She arched forward, dragging her nipples along the cold marble, then lifted her shoulders a little, giving him a view of her breasts pointing toward the black marble counter. She pivoted around to face him, then pushed up onto her knees and stroked her bare breasts, tweaking the nipples. Her other hand stroked between her legs, over her slit.