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  “And of all people, Ms. President, you should know I have to abide by rules of the law. You’ll get a ticket, all right. After all, you did go over the limit. Turn around.”

  How fair was it for him to bring up my student council presidency and use it against me? He held me by the arm and led me toward his cruiser.

  We stopped at the front of the car.

  “Mike, there has to be a loophole. You cannot arrest me. I have to work on Monday. Besides, we’re friends, right?”

  “Head down on the hood,” he instructed in his ‘I’m Mr. Police Officer’ voice.

  Dumbfounded, I leaned my chest against the cold metal. “Mike, please, you don’t have to search me.” But the thought of his hands on me appealed more each minute. Something about my ex-boyfriend being a cop made me want him even more now. A memory of the night we got to third base, and his delicate boy hands caressing my legs, my thighs, feeling me up in the most sensitive spots on my body, made me tingle with an excitement I hadn’t experienced since then. I wanted those hands on me again.

  “Actually, I do. I got off the clock five minutes ago; so no, I don’t have to arrest you, but I cannot leave you here or let you drive.”

  “What are you going to do?” I felt the side of my face getting colder. As much as I wanted the coolness to tone down the heat I was beginning to feel inside my body, it didn’t. The power of arousal won over. The next breeze that blew lifted my skirt over my behind, and I wiggled to make it fall down.

  I heard Mike take a quick breath.

  “I’m taking you home, but I can’t let you in my cruiser unless you’re checked.”

  “And where exactly do you think I would hide weapons?” I asked, thinking about my barely there mini and the sheer top over my black lace bra.

  “Sorry, but rules are rules. I guess I’ll just have to check all the places you could hide something.” I heard a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but before I could argue, ‘Mr. I’m in charge’ surprised me again.

  Mike crouched on the ground and wrapped both his hands around my left ankle. He glided them up my calf, over my knee and to my thigh. The touch sent hot chills up my body. I didn’t think he frisked all his criminals this way. Besides, my legs were bare; where would I hide a weapon? I wondered if he enjoyed the view from down below. When his hands came up my leg as high as they could, his breath left a warm trail on my inner thigh, collecting at the crotch. I felt myself moisten and perked my bottom higher. He shifted from one side to the other, skimming across my buttocks and underwear and made his search down the other leg. The pleasure in my groin increased.

  His slightly calloused hands tickled over my skin. Once he was done, he stood and I felt his buckle against my behind. The click of a metal key in the handcuffs freed my wrists and Mike helped me off the hood turning me around.

  “I’m sorry about the cuffs, but I’d always wanted to do that to you. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he’d whispered. His fresh breath caressed my face. I locked my gaze with his, remembering the boy I’d fallen in love with as a teen; except today, he was a man.

  “If you wanted to cuff me, all you had to do is ask.” I grinned.

  Mike leaned in toward me. His knee rested on the side of the car, right between my legs. “Cuffs, scarves, anything to keep you at my side. Every time I stopped a car, I’d dream it might be you. I’ve imagined making love to you the way we were supposed to after our prom every night.”

  My eyes must had grown larger and as dark as his, because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was as if no time had passed, and we were dancing on our prom night, locked away in our own world.

  “I wish I could turn back the clock,” Mike whispered. His hands rested on my hips. “I wish we’d finished the prom the way we planned, in that hotel room. Perhaps things would be different. I wouldn’t be single.”

  “You’re single, too?” My breath locked in my lungs.

  He leaned in closer. His crotch pressed against my hipbone. “How come everything that comes out of your mouth sounds so right?”

  “It wouldn’t have changed things. You still would have had to leave.” With our faces only inches away from each other, I’d felt as if we traveled back in time.

  His fingers dug into my flesh under the silk shirt. “True. But if they’d let me in to see you after your surgery, I could have explained.”

  Our foreheads leaned one against another.

  “They didn’t let you in?”

  Mike shook his head. “You were sleeping. I stayed as long as I could and almost missed my plane.”

  “For me?”

  “Of course for you, silly,” he laughed. His breath caressing my cheeks. “And stupid me made the mistake of not leaving a note. A mistake that cost me twelve years without you.”

  “Mike, I’m sure you’ve met someone else.” I breathed in his scent. A mix of sweat and morning aftershave.

  “No one could ever compare to you, Val.” His lips touched mine and stayed there. Once again, I was lost in him. Mike’s arms wrapped around me, and I opened my mouth. His kiss became profound, taking my breath and soul. The world swirled, and for the first time in a long time I felt lost and vulnerable and open to anything a man would suggest. But only because it was Mike.

  Was it so wrong to feel so right?

  Mike pulled away, his chest rising and falling like he was struggling to catch a breath. “I can’t let you drive. Will you come with me to my house? We’ll pick your car up in the morning.”

  “Yes.” My voice echoed in my eardrums. Was I about to spend the night at his house? The longing inside me danced.

  I grabbed my purse and pumps out of the car. He opened the front door of the cruiser, and I sat in the passenger seat as gracefully as I could. Mike drove to his cabin by the lake in silence. The cottage-style home, set beyond a closed gate, had an eclectic style of decor. A double glass front door opened directly into a two-story living room. The smell of apple potpourri filled the room. Mike flipped a switch on the wall, and a gas fireplace lit the far end in warm yellow and orange flickers. I placed my purse on a side bench and took off my hooker pumps, dangling the strap on my finger.

  “It’s beautiful. On a cop’s salary, you’ve done well.” I strolled toward the glowing wall. My feet dug into the bear rug that lay in front.

  “Leave it to you, Val, to be so blunt. I’m the Chief of Police. Tonight, I was covering for one of the guys.”

  He came to my side and took the shoes I was holding out of my hands. He threw them down on the floor.

  “Val, you’re not the kind of woman I’d pictured wearing those.”

  “I only do it to drive men crazy.” I shrugged.

  “I’m sure they have their intended effect. Now, what are you doing, dressed like this, in the middle of the night?” Mike pulled on my sheer top.

  “I was on my way to a club, but my friend cancelled. I didn’t want to stay home by myself, with the wine. The next thing I know, I’m driving out of town, speeding.” My eyes softened, looking at him for forgiveness.

  “Over the limit, intoxicated.” He sighed. “Val, you could have been really hurt.” Mike held me by my shoulders, squeezing just a tad. He pulled me into a tight embrace, and suddenly there was no other place I wanted to be.

  “I know. I wasn’t thinking.”

  “I’m glad your boyfriend broke up with you,” he said.

  So am I.

  He squeezed harder. “So you’re telling me, you’re very vulnerable right now. And if I were to do to you what I want to, I’d be taking advantage of you.”

  Mike’s threat to take advantage of me sounded like a gift. The offer increased the need to be satisfied by the one man I’d promised myself to. I wanted him to exploit me and make me forget the night that had led up to this. Getting lost in his body was exactly what I needed. Weaving my fingers into his hair, I pressed harder against him.

  “Make me forget. Do with me as you please,” I whispered, covering his top lip with mine. I s
hifted my weight, forward forcing him to hold me tighter so we wouldn’t fall down. My tongue teased the inside of his mouth before sliding in deeper.

  Mike pulled the sheer blouse up and over my head. When his mouth left mine I felt deprived. I wanted to kiss his forceful lips all night long, the way we had in high school. My nipples hardened. If he touched them now, I would lose any self-control I had. Instead, his fingers danced along my back, down to the zipper on my behind.

  “You filled out nicely, Val.” He admired my front and lowered his head to kiss my chest.

  “So have you.” I leaned back. My hand massaged around his zipper, following the growth under the fabric. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

  “I can assure you, the only gun I have on me is one I want to fire inside you.”

  Mike’s mouth traced just above the lace of my bra. A smooth zip on my behind loosened my skirt, and it dropped to the floor. Mike kissed me again, the longing of his mouth filling mine more each minute. A firm grasp on my behind lifted me, and my legs wrapped around him again. I pulled my arms higher, holding onto his neck. He knelt on the floor as I straddled him. His hands never left my bottom, massaging and digging further under the fabric. My fingers danced toward his front, unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as they could. Once it was open, I slid my palms along his sculpted chest, feeling the tickle of a few scattered hairs. I pulled on the neckline of his shirt, sliding it off.

  Each kiss became more intense until I found myself unable to breathe and pulled away. The fire in Mike’s eyes consumed me. He lowered his head to my shoulder and took my bra strap into his teeth. He tugged the strap along my arm and moved to do the same on the other side. He finally pulled on the lace covering my swollen breasts and freed the protruding nipples. Mike’s lips found my perked front. His tongue teased around the rims of my two peaks, flicking one while rubbing the other between his fingers.

  The sweet sensation of a need long overdue to be satisfied tingled through my belly and into my pelvis.

  The continuous motion of Mike’s hips dug into me through his pants. Mike now held me with one hand underneath, while the other lowered from my breast and pulled on the inside of my panties. He spread my ready juices with his finger, teasing with a gentle touch on the pulsing piece of flesh.

  “Lie down,” he instructed, lowering me to the bear rug. The fur tickled my skin. With my knees bent and legs parted, I felt exposed but excited at the same time.

  Mike stood and unbuckled his pants, swiftly sliding them off. I admired his chiseled body from below, grasping the rug with my palms. He reached under a side table by the couch and took out a pair of handcuffs, dangling them on his finger.

  “After I make love to you, I will cuff you and devour you.”

  “Promises, promises.” I bit my lower lip. The heat of the fire on the wall warmed my left side.

  Officer Aroused grasped my panties with his teeth and pulled them off. His mouth found my sex, mixing his saliva with my fluids before gliding to my belly button and breasts. I didn’t notice when he pulled his boxers off until I felt the head of his cock sliding between my legs toward my sex. Mike slid inside me with ease. Before I closed my eyes to relish the length of him, I saw his eyes roll back with pleasure. He lowered his body on top of mine, steadying his weight with his elbows. He entered me slowly at first and pulled back, almost all the way out but not quite. Each push that followed became harder, grinding against my insides. I squeezed around him, and my pleasure increased even more. Mike’s heavy breathing increased and he lowered his mouth to mine and I tasted my juices that remained on his lips.

  “I still love you, Val,” he whispered against my lips. “I never stopped.”

  “Me too, Michael. I’ve loved you each day and night of my life.”

  He resumed kissing me with tenderness and force at the same time, and I knew he’d never leave me again. The strength of his thrusts increased. I clasped my arms around his neck, holding him against my body, letting his sweat mix with mine. The constant push filled my insides more each time, and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came, clenching my muscles around him, screaming. He pulled out just in time to spill his warm fluids on my tummy.

  Our breathing calmed.

  Mike placed another kiss on my lips and rolled onto his back.

  “If there’s one thing I don’t regret, it’s screwing up my first time with you.” He rolled his head to the side, looking at me. “This was unbelievable.”

  “I know exactly what you mean.” I recalled my first time, which had lasted less than thirty seconds and left me unsatisfied. Having years of experience under our belts proved to be invaluable.

  I heard a click above my head. Mike had cuffed my right hand to his left.

  “Now, how about a shower and round two, so I can devour you like I promised?” He sat up, pulled me off the rug and cradled in his arms. He stood without any effort.

  “I’ll have to find a way to go over the limit more often.” I nuzzled into his neck.

  Mike crossed the room toward the weaving staircase. “Then I’ll have to imprison you in my house forever.” He carried me up the stairs.

  “That sounds like a promise I’d like you to keep, Officer Sexy.”

  “I promise. This time, I will not let you go.”

  I leaned my head against his chest as Mike leaned into the shower to turn on the water. The bathroom here was almost the size of my one-bedroom loft downtown. Once steam began to escape out the door, he stepped inside. He lowered me onto the marble tiles and took off the handcuffs. Lathering the soap in his hands, he stared at my ready breasts. I backed into the stream of falling water, letting it cascade down my back, then my front. Starting with my shoulders, Mike lathered the soap into a white puff, slowly gliding the sponge and his hand along my arms, neck, under each breast and down to my belly as I relished each touch. I held his erection, stroking gently through the foam that rolled down my arms.

  “Put your hands up,” he instructed.

  “I want to touch you more,” I pleaded.

  “No. Now it’s all about you. Put your hands up.” I listened, and closed my eyes. A new click muffled by the falling water tied my hands to the showerhead above.

  “You’re not playing fair,” I said.

  “Shh, just close your eyes, and enjoy. Open your legs.”

  I obeyed.

  His soapy hand slid down my belly. Mike took his time washing between my legs. He parted my flesh, sliding his fingers between the folds until I felt my hips grind against his hand. His mouth covered my breast again. The urge to put my hands on his head to guide him lower grew.

  Finally he knelt on the tiled floor, circling his tongue around my navel, and kissed along a straight line toward where his fingers had been teasing me. When he took my swelling into his mouth, my hips bucked against his lips. He sucked gently at first, kissing and then spreading me with his tongue.

  The torture of not being able to touch him the way he had fondled me increased my own pleasure. He slid his finger inside me, gently pulsing as his mouth danced against me. I tilted my head back, letting the water run along my face, down over my front. I circled my hips more quickly, pressing against his mouth. Mike pushed harder inside me, pulling my flesh with his lips while his tongue drove me to a height of pleasure I had never before experienced. The climax lasted for what seemed like two minutes, shaking my body until I couldn’t stand on my feet any longer. I pulled my hips away from his mouth and he stood, holding my body before the metal could dig into my wrists. He unlocked the cuffs, and I collapsed into him. Mike carried me out of the shower and wrapped me in his soft robe.

  I smelled him all around me.

  He lifted me again, carrying me into what I assumed was his bedroom. He covered me with the duvet and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

  “Would it be too forward to ask you out to dinner, Val?” he asked.

  I giggled. “As long as we end up in your bed, ask away.” />
  “I’ll have to insist on driving, though.”

  Before I closed my eyes, I whispered, “And if I see you going over the limit, I get to cuff you.”

  “So long as you’re the one I’m cuffed to.”

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  About the Author

  Lacey is the Author of Erotic Romance stories. She lives in a small town of Ontario, Canada. Her short stories come from real life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Her mind, just like any other woman’s, often wanders off to ‘what if’ life questions. The answers to those questions can be found in her short stories where there’s Reality in Each Fantasy.

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  Other Work by Lacey Silks:

  My First, My Last

  Dance With Me

  Teacher’s Pet

  Bossy Request

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  My Neighbor’s Will

  In The Nightclub Series

  Layers Deep

  Layers Peeled

  Layers Off

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  Acknowledgments

  I am grateful to be surrounded by many loving people who support me, my fantasies, and my writing.

  To my family, without whom I would never make it. Thank you for your support, love and confidence.

  To my husband, who has allowed me to research the topic of love and sex first hand. I enjoy asking him questions about the male anatomy to make sure my characters don’t fall short. Yes ladies, we can always learn a thing or two (or three) just from talking. That usually leads to some field work, but I think it’s also what makes the writing fun.