The Complete Red-Hot Collection. Kelly Hunter

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       CHAPTER ELEVEN

      SCOTT’S HEART LURCHED as Kate took one step. Stopped.

      She was backlit by a street lamp just outside the lane. Standing with her legs slightly apart, looking tough. Tight pants, high boots, hands on hips, wearing some kind of cap.

      She started walking towards him—very slowly, very deliberately. Halfway, he could see she was wearing a police uniform—but a sexed-up, skintight version.

      His mouth went dry—so dry that when she asked, ‘What seems to be the problem?’ he couldn’t answer.

      And then she was in front of him, and he could smell tuberose, and he wanted to throw himself at her feet and beg.

      ‘Not talking?’ she asked, and there was a snap in her voice. ‘Then I’d say you’re up to no good. Turn around, hands wide on the wall.’

      He did as he was told.

      She kicked between his feet. ‘Spread ‘em.’

      He spread ‘em with alacrity, and then breathed out a long, silent sigh of surrender as she plastered herself against his back.

      ‘So… Are you behaving yourself?’ she asked, and chuckled, low and breathy, right in his ear.

      ‘Yes, Officer,’ he said—or at least he tried to, but it came out as a half-strangled gargle.

      ‘Now, why don’t I believe you? What’s in your pockets?’

      ‘Nothing.’

      ‘I think I’ll check for myself.’

      Next moment her hands were diving into the back pockets of his jeans.

      ‘Condom,’ she said. ‘Not exactly “nothing”. Not soliciting, are you?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘No what?’

      ‘No, Officer.’

      ‘I’ll hold on to this,’ she said, and he imagined her sliding the condom into the back pocket of her tight, tight pants.

      ‘Right. Let’s check your other pockets,’ she said.

      And her hands were there, digging into his front pockets, making his heartbeat go off like a cracker as she ‘accidentally’ nudged against the erection straining fiercely against the denim.

      ‘All clear,’ she breathed against his ear. ‘So—why don’t you just tell me what you’ve been up to so I don’t have to keep searching?’

      ‘But I’ve done nothing wrong, Officer.’

      ‘So let me ask you, buddy: do you know the meaning of the term ignorantia juris non excusat?’

       Oh, God. God, God, God.

      ‘No. But it sounds…sexy.’

      ‘Well, it’s not sexy,’ she said, despite the fact that she was unbuttoning his jeans, sliding his zipper down, sliding her hands inside, over his erection, squeezing, stroking. ‘It means ignorance of the law is not an excuse.’

      He groaned.

      ‘Am I hurting you?’ she asked.

      ‘No. No, Officer, you’re not hurting me.’

      ‘Then why are you groaning?’

      ‘Can’t…ahh… help it. Sorry. J-Just what law am I ignorant of?’

      ‘The law that says you’re not allowed to bribe a police officer.’

      ‘But I’m not,’ he said, just as her hands went beneath his underwear, cool and silky and freaking wonderful. Another groan slipped out. Could a man die of lust? Because he was on the way.

      ‘Then maybe you should think about bribing me, so I’ll let you off the hook.’

      ‘Um… Um… Um…’ Seriously, his brain was fricasseed.

      ‘Something that doesn’t involve a condom, since I’ve confiscated that,’ she said.

      ‘Um…’

      ‘Turn around.’

      He turned fast enough to give himself a corkscrew knee injury. Reached automatically for her.

      ‘No touching an officer,’ she barked. ‘Just stand there. Stand there and take it like a man.’

      Before he knew what was happening she’d shoved him against the wall. And then she was on her knees in front of him, dragging his jeans down, just low enough to free him. Holding the base of him with one hand, cupping his balls with the other, she licked the very tip of him. Delicate, fluttery…gradually moving down the shaft, back up, down, then up. Alternately kissing and licking. Gradually increasing the pressure of her tongue, her lips.

      He wanted to touch her hair, but she’d wound it up under the police cap. And looking at that cap as she worked on him was getting him more excited than he’d ever been in his life.

      She tilted her head back, replaced her mouth with her hands, looked up at him, parted her lips, licked that heavy top lip…and with a quick, wicked smile closed her mouth over him.

      Scott let loose with a whole string of groaning cries as she sucked him, using her lips, her tongue, her teeth, even the roof of her mouth. Stretching him, laving him, devouring him. Her hands were moving everywhere her mouth wasn’t until he was half insane with need. He felt the orgasm building, clawing to get out.

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