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“Here for a visit, Erin?” he said as his gaze traveled the length of her backside, stopping to rest on her cute little ass.

“I live here now.” She gave an audible sigh. “Just moved back from Boston to be closer to my mom, okay?”

His hands itched to touch her. God, how he’d missed her. He didn’t realize just how much until right this moment.

“You’re here to stay?” He kept his voice low, authoritative.

“Is this part of being arrested? Do you question the people you stop until they beg to be taken in?” Sparks might as well have been snapping in the lights of his cruiser just from the tone of her voice. She still had spunk, he’d say that much for her. He allowed himself a grin because she couldn’t see his face, her back still to him.

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Dave moved closer to her so that he caught a whiff of her soft powdery scent. After all these years she still smelled the same. Sweet and irresistible.

He barely resisted touching her. They’d done a lot of role-playing games when they were dating, and one of them was “frisk me”, where he was the cop and she was the driver he’d pulled over. Or she was even a hooker he’d taken into custody. They’d had great imaginations back then.

She must have been thinking along the same lines, because she shifted her stance a little and her voice came out a little hoarse. “So, are you going to frisk me, Officer Bennett, or stare at my ass?”

A low growl rumbled up in Dave’s throat and he almost reached out, grabbed her hips and ground his erection into her ass. “Do you want to be frisked, angel?” he asked, using the nickname he’d given her when they first started dating.

He heard Erin’s sharp intake of breath. “It’s been a long time,” she whispered.

“Too long,” he said before he could stop himself.

She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. In the flashing lights he saw that her lips were moist—she must have just run that pretty little pink tongue over them. Her gaze met his and held. “Frisk me,” she said in a low, sensual purr that said

“fuck me” and made him want to grab her and slam his cock into her pussy
now
.

Erin looked away from him, arched her back, tilted her face to the sky.

His heart thundered. His All-American girl looked more like a goddess right now.

Her windswept hair a golden halo around her head with the car lights reflecting on the gloss of her hair. Her full breasts were raised high and firm, and her rounded bottom just begged for his hands—or his cock.

“Trying to get out of a ticket?” He rested his hands to either side of her on the car’s warm hood, managing to keep his body from touching hers—barely.

“Of course not.” Her voice trembled. “I’m just cooperating with the law.”

Dave couldn’t resist nuzzling her hair. She smelled so damn good.

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Erin gave a little moan and moved back so that her ass came in contact with his groin.

Shit
. He shouldn’t be having the thoughts he was having. Shouldn’t be doing what he was doing. He was a cop, for God’s sake, and he’d never crossed a line like he would be if he did to Erin what his body was crying out to do. To make up for the last fifteen years.

He pushed himself away so that he wasn’t leaning over her anymore, and she wasn’t pressing her ass up against his cock. His breath came out harsh and uneven.

“Frisk me,” she said in that low, seductive voice that had brought him to his knees all those years ago.

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Dave felt like his hands weren’t his own as he reached up and started to frisk Erin—

slowly. She gasped as he patted her down, starting under her arms at the sides of her breasts. He slid his fingers over the curves without going too far, but she caught him off guard when she arched into his touch and gave a soft moan.

“Dave, I—”

“Need to make sure you’re not hiding a weapon in your bra,” he said, his voice low and gruff as he moved his hands around her breasts, palms brushing her stone-hard nipples before he cupped them.

Oh, yeah. She had a pair of lethal weapons.

Erin leaned into his hands and pushed her ass back farther so that it pressed against his groin and his erection. A whimper rose up within her, just like the times he’d tease her before driving his cock into her core. As if remembering those same times, she ground her hips against his erection and he pinched her nipples
hard
.

She gave a startled cry but only wiggled her hips more, rubbing her ass along his cock. He pinched her nipples hard again before sliding his hands down the sides of her waist, then slid one palm against her flat belly to just above her mound.

“Oh God.” Her words came out almost strangled. “I don’t know if I can take much more frisking.”

“That’ll cost you.” Dave leaned over her back, his weapons belt pressing into her lower back as he murmured close to her ear, “I think we’re talking jail time.”

“Wha—”

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legs to the front, just below her pussy. He’d bet she was soaking wet if he stroked her between her thighs, but he was intent on teasing her, punishing her in his own way for leaving him all those years ago when they were teenagers.

But this older Erin Wilson was, if possible, even more gorgeous than she had been before, not to mention her body was more developed and she was sexy as hell.

Dave continued his exploration, ignoring her pussy and instead sliding his hands down her legs to the strappy heels she was wearing. The vivid image of her on her back, wearing only those heels, just about made him come in his uniform pants.

“There’s only one place I haven’t searched for weapons,” he said as he eased back up her body, his hands slowly sliding over her firm thighs, up to the tiny skirt.

Erin trembled beneath his palms as his fingers neared her pussy. “Are you going to resist arrest, Erin Wilson?”

“Depends.”

“Oh?”

“On whether or not you intend to make me come, or if you’re just teasing me.”

He held back a chuckle. “Are you bribing an officer of the law?”

“No,” she gasped as his fingers neared her panties. “Maybe.
Yes
!”

“That’ll definitely cost you,” he murmured before he slipped his fingers into her wet folds.

She cried out and brought one of her hands from the hood of her car to cover his and press it tighter against her pussy. He thrust his hips against her ass at the same time he circled her clit.

“Dave…oh God, I missed you.” Her body trembled beneath his and he caught the smell of her musk. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.” He stilled and she whimpered again. “Please,” she begged. “I need you.”

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, his cock nearly bursting from the seams of his uniform slacks.

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“I’m on the Pill.” Her breathing came in heavy pants. “And I trust you.”

The fact that she trusted him sent a warm bolt through his chest that combined with the lust raging through his body.

Technically he could call it a day, but he hadn’t yet. He was still on the job.

“I need you,” Erin whispered. “I need
this
.”

Before he could even stop himself, he unzipped his slacks and freed his erection. He pushed Erin’s skirt up and over her ass so that all he could see was a thong and her bare ass cheeks, and he nearly shuddered. He pulled the scrap of cloth to the side with one hand and used his other to steady his cock at the opening to her core.

She moaned and leaned back, trying to take him inside her.

He grabbed her hips and drove his cock home in one hard thrust.

Erin screamed. He stopped, holding himself inside her, feeling the tightness of her pussy holding onto his cock like a fist. Goddamn, she felt good.

“Please.” Erin wriggled her hips. “Don’t stop.”

Dave started fucking her, feeling like he’d just found a lost treasure.

Erin was so lost in the sensation of having Dave inside her that she could barely think. Red and blue lights continued to flash, exposing them if anyone was to drive by.

His weapons belt and gun dug into her flesh as his cock rammed into her core.

Over all of these years, no one had ever lived up to Dave, and he seemed impossibly bigger and thicker than he had as a teenager.

He moved his hands up her hips to her blouse and pushed it up, over her skimpy red lace bra. He pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her skin to the cool fall air.

Her nipples ached in a pleasurable way as he pinched them and fucked her at the same time.

“Definitely bribing an officer of the law,” he said as he slammed harder against her.

“Looks like you need a little punishment to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

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“P-punishment…” Erin felt like her mind was floating away. “I un-understand, Officer.”

“Do you?” He stopped for a moment, his body flush with hers. “This means solitary confinement with me as your jailor.”

“Please don’t stop.” She gasped, his erotic words floating somewhere with her mind. “Whatever you want, Officer. Just fuck me.”

He rotated his hips so that his big cock worked magic inside her and she wanted to scream. “I’ll be taking you into custody as soon as I finish ‘frisking’ you, Ms. Wilson. Do you understand?”

A thrill tumbled through her belly. “Anything you require of me, Officer.”

He gave a sound of satisfaction and began pumping in her hard and fast, slamming his hips against hers, his balls slapping her ass.

Erin’s body shuddered with the need to come. She climbed higher and higher, her mind still floating as if she were a balloon, barely tethered to the ground. Her entire body felt light, her oncoming orgasm lifting higher and higher.

Out of nowhere her climax slammed into her and she shouted.

She came so hard her arms collapsed against the warm hood of the car and she found herself resting her head on her arms. She felt disconnected from reality as her body shuddered and her core clamped down on his cock.

Dave gave a low growl just before she felt his semen spurting inside her, his cock pulsing while her pussy spasmed. He thrust a few times more, letting her body milk the rest of his come from his cock.

“Angel.” He pressed his groin tight against her ass. “You don’t know just how much trouble you’re in.”

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Trouble? Hell, if this was trouble
bring it on
, Erin thought as Dave drew his cock out of her and she heard him zipping up his uniform slacks. Who’d have thought her day would end up like this?

“You might get time for good behavior,” he said in his deep, sexy voice as his hands clasped her wrists. “But we’ll have to see.”

Her cheek pressed against the hood of the car as he drew her hands behind her back too fast for her to react—and he
handcuffed
her.

“Dave!” she cried out as she pulled at the metal handcuffs that bound her hands behind her back. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Resisting arrest, Ms. Wilson?” he asked as he drew her to a standing position. He didn’t bother to pull down her blouse or her skirt.

“What—no, I—” She did resist stomping on his booted foot. “What are you doing?”

He leaned so that his lips were close to her ear and he reached around and pinched one of her nipples. She moaned and felt more moisture dampen her thighs. “Jail time, remember?”

“But—”

He turned her toward his cruiser, the red and blue lights flashing across her bare breasts. Her skirt was still above her ass and she felt the chill fall air on her breasts and every other body part that was bared. If she weren’t so hot and horny from Dave fucking her, she’d be cold. Thank God this was Arizona.

Dave actually read her the Miranda Rights as he opened the back door of his cruiser and shoved her into the seat, his hand pushing down on her head. Her naked ass hit the cold vinyl of the seat and she shivered. What was he doing? Taking her in? After
that
?

Erin’s heart pounded as he slammed the door shut behind her. She didn’t know what was happening, but he couldn’t take her in like this.

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his head into the car, he took a moment before bringing something from inside. It looked like her purse, then he slammed the door closed. As he walked back to the cruiser, her car’s lights flashed indicating he’d used the remote to lock the doors. He slipped her keys into her purse and closed it.

Dave reached the cruiser, climbed inside, tossed her purse onto the seat beside him and killed the flashing lights. She just sat there numb from shock as his headlights remained on her little convertible and he closed the front door behind him. Her body still felt his touch, still remembered the fullness of having him inside her. But now she was handcuffed, her body mostly bared, and sitting in the back of his police car.

The numbness turned into a slow burn of anger that began to rise within her.

“What the fuck is going on, Dave?”

“I’m taking you into custody.” He threw the car into gear and turned the vehicle around so that they were headed in the opposite direction—toward town.

He spoke into his shoulder radio, but she didn’t hear or understand a word he said.

Her entire body started shaking. “Is that what you do,
Officer Bennett
? Fuck the women you stop for speeding, then take them into custody?”

By the dashboard lights, she saw the corner of his mouth curve. “Only you. I think we have a little interrogating to do.”

Erin was at a total loss for words. She felt so vulnerable, yet for some stupid reason, she felt amazingly turned on. It was like one of their teenage role-playing games had come to life—only this time she didn’t know what to expect next. Would she turn
him
in for sexual harassment like she had earlier today with the guy from her office?