STORY EXCERPT

Officer Georgia Fox switched on the patrol car lights and hit the siren. Pulling over a driver on the cold winter night was the last thing she wanted to do, but after three years with the Atlanta Police Department, she knew that even the smallest things could make a difference in not only her safety but that of others.

The Mercedes’s right turn signal flashed as the driver pulled off the road to the side of the highway. She could see the silhouettes of two men in the front seat, but couldn’t make out any details. After calling in her location and status, she opened her car door and got out. Her partner, Mack Horton, remained in the patrol cruiser and ran the license plate number through the computer system.

She approached the vehicle carefully, her palm over her holstered gun. Although she doubted anything bad would happen, her training had taught her that it was better to be prepared than sorry. The driver put down his window, his hair blowing at the blast of wintery air.

“What seems to be the problem, officer?”

Georgia scanned the handsome man behind the wheel and checked for any signs of inebriation or other trouble. A second perusal, however, was all for her benefit. Rarely did she see a man that could take her breath away, but he was one of those. He had tanned skin with dark blond hair that caressed the lobes of his ears. Although he wore a coat, she could tell he was all muscles beneath the worn-to-perfection leather. Judging from his height, even while sitting, she guessed he was several inches over six feet tall. The laugh lines around his green eyes crinkled with his wide smile. Better yet, it was a smile that held no malice.

She felt her body stiffen with an unfamiliar sensation. Heat hit her even though she wore her heavy policeman jacket and was used to the cold December weather. In fact, if the heat got any stronger, she’d have to start stripping off a layer of clothing. That would be hard to explain to the captain on her shift.

“May I see your identification and registration, sir?” She bent a little lower and got a good look at the passenger. He was just as yummy as the driver. His hair was darker, but he had the same chiseled chin, the same piercing light green eyes. If she had to make a guess, she’d say they were related, possibly brothers. Finding not one, but two hot men during a routine pull over was unusual. Not that she’d do anything about it, but it made her shift a little more interesting. Interesting in a good way, which beat the hell out of interesting in a bad way.

A quick check of the interior of the vehicle found nothing out of the ordinary. She took a moment as she always did to check her gut. Listening to her instincts had saved her more than once. She suspected that they weren’t hiding anything.

“Here you go, officer. Could you tell me why you pulled me over?”

His voice was like smooth whiskey in front of a roaring fire. It went down like silk, but if a person didn’t watch it, it could pack quite a punch. She gave him another once-over, quickly imagining him leaning over her while she stretched out on a luxurious fur rug.

She mentally brushed the enticing image away and took his information. A glance had her noting that she’d guessed correctly. Paul Casing was six feet, three inches tall. His license said he hailed from a town in Texas called Pleasure. It was an odd name for a town, but a memorable one.

“Mr. Casing, one of your brake lights is out.”

“Is it?”

Damn, that voice could make a woman drool. It was more like a fine wine than whiskey. It was intoxicating, making her want to lean over with her lips parted, ready for a kiss. Ready for anything.

Irritation flooded her. When had she ever felt that way? Especially while on duty?

She frowned as she jerked her mind back to the conversation. She’d almost forgotten what they were talking about.

“I didn’t realize. Thanks for telling me. I’ll tell the rental company about it tomorrow.”

She looked again at his paperwork, intent on keeping her mind on her duty. The car wasn’t registered in his name. If it wasn’t a rental, maybe stolen, then Mack would let her know. Her instinct told her that he wasn’t the car thief type.

“Are you in town for business or pleasure, Mr. Casing?” Somehow the title of mister didn’t fit. She wasn’t sure why, but he deserved a loftier title, one that would command obedience. Yet she had no clue what that title would be.

The moment she looked up and their gazes met, she was sure he’d say he was there for pleasure. Pure, unadulterated, steamy and sultry pleasure. Something about Paul and his friend reeked of pleasure of a very sinful kind.

“Business.” He took her in, giving her a good once-over. “Unless you’ve got other ideas.”

There it was. He might be in town for business, but he was ready for pleasure.

“Damn, man, are you trying to get us hauled in? We’re supposed to leave tomorrow.” His friend or brother, or whatever he was, leaned across the seat and gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m Destin Casing and I’m sorry about that. Sometimes Paul doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.”

She’d had her fair share of propositions from civilians, some sincere and others trying to charm their way out of a ticket. But she’d never taken any of them up on their offer. Not only was it not professional, it was downright dangerous in her line of work. Besides, for the past six months since that awful day that had changed the way she viewed life, she hadn’t felt a twinge of desire for any man.

Until now.

ADULT EXCERPT

“That’s it, sugar.” Destin brushed his palm along her leg, setting up a firestorm of sensations.

She couldn’t have said why she was doing what they wanted. Other than it was exactly what she’d dreamed of.

“Spread your legs, Georgia,” ordered Paul.

She did, her gaze once more catching the cabbie’s in the mirror. His watching them turned her on more than ever. Would she regret it in the morning? Was it happening because she’d had too much to drink? Yet at that moment, she knew the desire overtaking her had sobered her up. She wouldn’t be able to blame the drink tomorrow. No, she was doing it because she wanted to.

“Sugar, you’re not listening.”

She blinked, taking her gaze from Destin’s large cock and up to his face. “And if I don’t want to?”

His smile could’ve turned ice to water. “You want to. You know you do.” He took her hair and forced her to keep her attention on him. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you want us to take charge. Give up the control, sugar. Now do as my brother said.”

He was so commanding, so in charge, so…manly. She had no other option but to obey.

“Spread your legs.”

She scrunched down in the seat and did as they’d told her. Why was she letting them tell her what to do? Everything about it was wrong, but it felt so right. It was as though they held a spell over her, making her powerless to refuse.

“Pleasure yourself, Georgia. Go on. I want to see your fingers covered with your cream.”

Whether it was Paul’s tone, the sound of his voice, or the words he’d spoken, she couldn’t have said. The only constant was her desire to please them. She let her legs fall to the side, then laid her palm flat against her stomach and eased it underneath her panties.

The only thing she would’ve changed would’ve been her undies. Working as a policewoman meant she always wore plain, unsexy underwear. She also opted for the simply unadorned white bra to the cotton panties her sisters had called “granny panties.” Yet now that two deliriously sexy men were watching her, their attentive gazes locked on her crotch, she wished she had on a pair of lacy briefs. They wouldn’t have had to be anything fancy. Anything would’ve been better than what she was wearing.

“Rub yourself, sugar. Does it feel good?” Destin leaned closer and nibbled on her earlobe.

That small touch heated her and a fresh wave of juices wet her undies. Her pussy was soaking now, the wings of her desire fluttering inside her. She thrust her middle finger between her pussy folds and started massaging her clit.

“My brother asked you a question. Answer it.” Paul reached over and tweaked her nipple. Hard. Rough. A punishment for not obeying him.

Oh, how she wanted him to punish her more!

She let out a cry, then closed her mouth as the pain morphed into pleasure. Her hand quickened, matching the pace of her breaths.

“Yes, it feels so good.”

“Call us sir.”

What was wrong with her? Now he wanted her to call them sir? Why would she? And yet, she got a little thrill thinking about saying that one simple world.

“Yes, it feels so good, sir. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s just a game to you, but that’s okay for now.”

How could she go so far with strangers? With another stranger watching her? Yet, given the chance, she wouldn’t have stopped.

“Do you like the cab driver watching? Does it turn you on?”

She nodded, flicking her attention from Destin to the driver then back again. “Yes.” She balked, then said it. “Sir.”

“Good.” Paul sucked on her earlobe, nibbling at her lobe. “You’re doing well, baby. Keep rubbing. I can see your cream on your fingers.”

She squirmed against the seat and wondered if her wetness was covering the cushion. Her panties were drenched.

Destin took her by the chin and turned her to face him. He crushed his mouth to hers, taking away what little breath she’d managed to drag in before he ravished her. Cupping her breast, he plunged his tongue inside her mouth and ran it from cheek to cheek.

She tried to suck his tongue in more, then once he’d pulled it away, gave him hers. Arching her back, she urged him to twist her nipples as his brother had done. When he pulled away, she had no choice but to complain. “No. Don’t stop.”

Paul grabbed her wrist, stopping her from rubbing herself. “Georgia, we’re going about this all wrong. If we weren’t leaving tomorrow, we’d take our time, but as it stands this will have to do. Remember two things. First, don’t ever tell us what we can and can’t do. We’re the ones in charge—”

She yanked her hand out of his hold. “That’s—”

“Horse shit. Yes, I know.”

It wasn’t at all what she’d started to say. If he’d given her a chance, she would’ve told him that he was right. That she’d waited for someone like him. Like Destin.

His jaw hardened, his perusal of her so intense that it made her want to cower under his stare. But she wouldn’t, couldn’t do that. She’d come too far to take a step back.

“We’re in charge, but you still have a say. If we cross the line from pleasure to real, unwanted pain, from commands to bullying you, then you tell us and we’ll back off. Do you understand?”

She had to tell them to stop. Had to pull herself together. How could she let them go on treating her that way? No matter how wonderful it felt to have them calling the shots, to have them deciding what she’d do, she had to quit. She was a police officer, a strong woman who made her own decisions and didn’t let any man tell her what to do. Except in her fantasies. Yet this was no fantasy.

“I asked you a question, Georgia. Answer it.”