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gently against the side of
her SUV. He wrenched her arm behind her back and used it as
leverage to keep her from fighting him. It didn’t hurt as long as
she didn’t resist. His warm breath rushed against her cheek, his
big body pressing slightly against the length of hers. Along with
his gun and his—Olivia swallowed hard—other gun.
    Keeping her immobile, he softly said, “I’m
going to ask you one more time, and be forewarned, if you don’t
comply, I’ll be forced to search you.”
    Olivia tried to twist out of his hold but it
only caused her discomfort.
    “I don’t want to hurt you, ma’am.”
    “You have no right doing this!”
    “Do you have any needles, weapons or drug
paraphernalia on your person?” he asked again.
    Olivia took a deep breath, stood up on her
toes and pushed her head back against his chest. “Touch me, and
I’ll kill you.”
    “Threatening a police officer carries its own
separate set of punishments.”
    His right hand that had settled on her right
shoulder lightly squeezed her, then, in a slow slide, his fingers
pressed gently but firmly as he “searched” for weapons.
    Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the
warmth that followed his fingertips. She felt more than heard him
as he inhaled her perfume. His fingers tightened on her wrist. She
arched slightly, regretting it when her shoulder tweaked.
    “Stand still,” he commanded. She moved her
head back into the crook of his neck and looked up at him. His eyes
blazed.
    His dark woodsy scent toyed with her senses.
The hard muscles of his arms, braced on either side of her and
holding her captive, flexed. His dominant male brought out every
bit of her female, and with it, wild wanton thoughts of what this
man could do to her taunted her imagination.
    Olivia licked her suddenly dry lips. His
nostrils flared. His grip loosened, and his hand slid to the swell
of her hip. The contact was instant and immediate. She gasped. Her
pussy quivered and she felt a slow, warm gush. Olivia fought the
urge to close her eyes and lean completely back into this very
strong, very capable man. Yet it was something she yearned for ever
since she’d lost the husband, who had been her one constant, a year
ago.
    Inquisitively, his fingers pressed and
prodded along the smooth linen of her shirt up from her hip to her
waist. Her breasts swelled as his fingertips lingered just below
the swells. He pressed her back against him. As she moved into him,
he cupped her right breast, his thumb brushing against the
nipple.
    Olivia gasped and swallowed hard. A deep
feral sound rumbled in his chest. His fingers dipped into her bra,
his skin warm and rough against her smoothness. In one swift
action, he snapped the front clasp open, and her breasts tumbled
from the impeding lingerie. Their warmth spilled into his hand.
    Olivia closed her eyes and almost gave
herself up to him. At the last moment, she pulled back.
    “If the camera in your squad car is working,
you’re in big trouble,” she said softly.
    His body stiffened. He moved back from her
but kept his grip on her arm. He steered her away from the front of
his car, then down between their cars and towards the wooded side
of the shoulder to the passenger side of his car.
    As they approached, Olivia balked. What was
he going to do to her? He pressed her face first onto the hood of
his car and, with his booted foot, spread her legs at her ankles.
Her adrenaline spiked. It caught fire when he ran his hand along
her leg, up from her knee to just beneath her short pleated skirt.
The skin on skin contact was almost too much for her. He wrapped a
finger around the top of her garter strap and slowly pulled it,
then let go. The sound startled her but the sharp pinch of it
snapping against her heated flesh forced a moan from her lips.
    “You like the pain?” he roughly asked.
    Yes, she liked it. Because it masked the real
pain.
    He snapped the garter against her flesh
again. Olivia gasped and bit her bottom lip. Her