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his hip, gun on his belt. Delicious. His dark eyes were so intense her arms broke out in goose bumps in spite of the warm evening.
    “Do you have any weapons?” he asked curtly.
    She shook her head. “What? No.”
    “Put your hands on the roof of the car.”
    “I’m sure this isn’t ne—”
    “Ma’am, unless you want to find yourself down at County, put your hands on the fucking roof and spread ’em.”
    It was that last part that had her actually considering his request. She knew for a fact she was the only one coming to the cottage this weekend, and there were no other houses down this stretch of “road,” but what if someone made a wrong turn? Unlikely, considering how few cars came up that way, but possible. Before she’d made up her mind, she found herself spread-eagled and cuffed without ceremony. Jesus he was fast.
    “Rafe…”
    “Listen to me carefully, ma’am, because I’m only going to say this once. I’m going to give you instructions, and you’re going to follow them.”
    The precariousness of her position made the butterflies in her belly start flapping. The form he’d had her fill out included a space for her safe word. She had chosen a two word phrase instead. Toy boat. She could “toy boat” him right now and this would all stop. The scene would end.
    “Do you understand?”
    She nodded slowly. “Yes, Officer.”
    He let out a sigh and cleared his throat. “Good.”
    She tried to stay still as he frisked her, but it was impossible. He wasn’t gentle. There was no hesitation. He ran his hands up her bare leg from ankle to thigh and down the other, and then between, lingering long enough that she would have filed a lawsuit if this were real. But it wasn’t. So why not have a little fun?
    She worked up her courage and tried to keep her voice steady. “Officer, is that standard?”
    Her back talk got her a second squeeze through her jean shorts, and she couldn’t stop herself from flexing into his hand.
    “What do we have here?” he muttered.
    “I can assure you that’s not a weapon, sir,” she said, already hearing the edge of need working its way into her voice.
    He released her and slid both hands over her hips, past her rib cage and up until he cupped both of her breasts. Her nipples stood at attention, and he grunted in approval, pinching them lightly before releasing her and stepping back.
    “I’m not a hard man by nature,” he said, fingering the links of the cuffs around her wrists lightly. “But I can be, if I’m not happy.” He closed the circle more tightly, two clicks, until the metal dug into her skin. “We can both walk away from this unfortunate incident happy tonight.”
    She shuddered at the sternness of his tone, laced with precisely enough sensual promise to temper fear with desire.
    “H-how?” And she so wanted to know. As much as she’d enjoyed their first encounter, it had gone against the grain for her to take and not give something in return. It had been bothering her ever since. A low-level annoyance that never really went away. But she had the chance to fix that now.
    He didn’t answer her question. Instead, he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. By the light of the moon, she could make out the pulse pounding in his neck, and it gave her courage.
    She stepped toward him, ignoring the twinge in her wrists as she moved.
    “Get on your knees,” he ground out.
    She paused and cocked her head at him. Was he serious? She tried to read his unfathomable eyes, but came up empty. She was supposed to drop down and go to town or…?
    “I’m a busy man, miss. Lots of bad people running around and not a lot of time to catch them. Either you can suck me off or we can put that sweet ass in the back of my car and you can spend the night in jail. Your call.”
    Blood pounded in her ears, and, to her surprise, between her legs at the harshness of his voice…the crassness of his words.
    She sank slowly down, reveling in the pained