Unleashed
So, Sheriff, shall I spread 'em?"
Rick Marshall grasped the hips of the fiery redhead who had splayed her hands against the bedroom wall of his San Francisco flat.
"I'm thinking you should probably frisk me," she added, tossing a sinful wink over her shoulder and wiggling her bottom against his waist. "I could have something dangerous under my skirt."
He leaned in, pressing his lips close to the silky curls at her nape and whispered, "I'm counting on it."
She chuckled and he caught a whiff of something sweet. Peaches or strawberries. Or maybe it was the cherry she'd been sucking on back at the bar. The one she'd teased him with from across the room, trailing her tongue around the slick, red orb while sending him a look that said she'd prefer it if the cherry were his cock.
Rick normally wasn't such an easy mark, but between a crap day on the force and a couple condoms growing dust in his wallet, he decided not to play his usual game of not-interested. He'd found a spicy little Texan with her heart set on partying. Tonight was a night to do something he hadn't done in a long, long time.
Have some fun.
She brushed her ass against his crotch and his jeans strained agains ... read full excerpt from: Unleashed ebook
