melt, dissolving in a puddle and absorbing. He was right. The connection had always been there…she had just been too afraid to acknowledge it. She skipped a heartbeat as she asked him, "Do you....do this a lot?" She motioned generally at their naked bodies.
He started to laugh, a full out belly laugh that kept him from answering. He was still chuckling as he caught his breath and replied. "Blackmail a woman for sex you mean? You're the first and the last."
"Sleep around a lot with willing women?"
He caught her eyes and his were filled with honesty as he answered, "I haven't had a date in a year. I couldn’t seem to find anybody else I wanted to go out with except you."
Tory was filled with remorse. She had judged him unfairly. She had assumed that since he was loaded and good looking that he was frivolous and superficial. "I'm sorry."
"For what," he inquired curiously. "I think I'm the guilty party here. I feel like a complete asshole for pushing you so hard."
"I misjudged you. I saw you as trouble and a playboy just because you had money and you were handsome. I just figured you were a "party every night with a different woman" sort of guy." She gave him a mischievous look. "I should know better than anyone not to judge a book by it's cover."
"That would be hard to do since I avoid parties unless I really have to attend. I would rather be home with a good book in my jacuzzi. Unless it's a private party," he told her wickedly, raising one eyebrow.
"How Private?". Her voice was low and soft.
"You and me, naked in the jacuzzi with a good glass of wine. Books are optional." His voice was warm, his tone hopeful.
"Now that sounds like my idea of the perfect party." She shot him a sexy look and she felt the evidence of his desire against her thigh. She pulled his head to hers and as their lips met she murmured, "We can save the books for later."
"Much later," he agreed heartily as he met her embrace.
They got absolutely no reading done for the next several weeks and Tory finally found something that she loved to do just as much as she loved reading.
Maybe even better.
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RIDING WITH THE COP (The Pleasure Of His Punishment: An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual Submission)
Lilly Thompson was glad the evening was almost over.
As she dug in her jean pocket to retrieve the money to pay the gas station attendant for her coffee, she rolled her shoulders to release some of the tension from her neck and scapula.
Retrieving the change from her purchase, she tossed it into the cup beside the cash register. Her purse was at the police station and she hated carrying pennies in her pocket.
A quick glance at her watch confirmed she was nearing the end of her shift on a police ride-along, something she wasn't doing for excitement or fun. Three full shifts were required for her Forensics Lab Technician bachelor's program and she was at the tail end of the very last one. It was time that would count towards her apprenticeship hours. After spending so much time in the crime lab, she had thought it might be good to see how things happened out in the field.
It had been a long four years and Lilly was grateful that she would be graduating in a few months. Hopefully she could nab an entry level job at the lab where she was doing her internship so that she could get an apartment in a decent area of town and maybe eat something other than hotdogs or whatever else was on sale at the market. Living the life of a poor student was somewhat brutal, but it would pay off in the end.
Lilly had learned a lot in her three shifts with the Sheriff's Department. She had spent all three evenings with Sergeant Jake Simmons, which could be seen as a blessing or a curse. He was
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