| “You know what I think,” Youthful Cop—John—drawled. “I think you’re the sort of woman who actually is dying to have control taken away from her.” He looked even sexier than earlier, filling that uniform out with bulging muscles. She glanced at the handcuffs on his belt and wondered if he ever used them for sex.
Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “Oh please.”
He held up a hand. “No, hear me out. Have you ever been tied up in bed? Taken roughly?”
Her cheeks heated, lips parted, but no words came out. Her body had a visceral reaction to his words, belly fluttering, heat flooding her core.
But that couldn’t be. She didn’t have any interest in giving up control, especially not to these guys.
Did she?
John backed her up against the pillar and rested a hand beside her head, invading her personal space. Keith leaned on his shoulder on the other side. Neither one actually touched her, but her skin prickled at their nearness. “It might be just the thing you’ve been missing,” Keith said.
“I’m not interested,” she managed to say, her voice shaky.
Keith’s mouth twisted into a knowing grin. What he thought he knew, she wasn’t sure. John’s eyes dropped to her breasts. “You sure about that? Your nipples are so hard they’re poking through the fabric of your dress.”
She looked down, face growing warm. Oh God. He was right. Possibly about all of it.
“And I know you have a thing for my handcuffs because you’ve eyed them three times.”
Shit. Really?
“I’ll make you a deal. You leave here with us now, without any problems, and we’ll forget all about the way you turned polar ice cap on us earlier.”
She stared into John’s moss-green eyes, sensing only good-natured teasing under the cocky posturing. “And if I don’t?”
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “If you don’t, then when we do finally get you in bed, I’ll spank that perfect ass red and make you beg for every orgasm.”
Her pussy contracted. If the pillar hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have been swaying on her feet.
They knew just how to get to her, didn’t they? Her competitive side couldn’t back down from a challenge, and the sex talk? Jesus. She’d nearly orgasmed right there. And she knew she’d be safe—they were cops, after all. Despite the aggressive talk, she trusted them to respect her.
Keith, the older and the more serious one—the one with the haunted eyes—leaned over and nibbled on her ear. “We’ll make it good for you,” he murmured, and held out his hand. “Give me your keys.”
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