STORY EXCERPT

An hour after leaving Lexi sated, satisfied, and exhausted, Xander went with Dennis  to pick up their suspect at a local strip club. After a brief chase through the dingy bar when Dennis identified the duo as police officers, they caught up to Richard, who preferred to be called Ricky. They cuffed the seasoned criminal after he realized that a police chase would end in an unsavory manner.

Dennis stuffed Ricky into the backseat of his cruiser before notifying Xander that a warrant to search their suspect’s apartment had been signed by a judge. “I’ll take Mr. Davidson down to the precinct and get him settled in for questioning. Why don’t you take the forensics team over to Fourth Street and look for the second firearm? If we can find that gun, and it matches the ballistics, we’ve got a solid case for the district attorney to prosecute.”

Xander desperately wanted to find that gun. With a warrant in hand, he led the team to Ricky’s address on Fourth Street, where his girlfriend had just returned from a shift at the strip club. She was belligerent and unwilling to let Xander in the door until he flashed the freshly signed warrant in her face.

“Sit down and get comfortable,” Xander invited the tired and rough looking brunette. “We’ll be here until we find the gun that Ricky used to shoot at Nadia Gill.”

The apartment owner scowled but sat silently as she watched the officers open drawers and cupboards in the kitchen while another officer pulled apart the entertainment console in the living room.

Xander pretended to make notes in his notebook while he watched Ricky’s girlfriend to see if her body language or facial expressions would give any clue to how hot or cold they were in their search. He knew she would have made a horrible poker player. Her face tightened and her pupils dilated as the officer moved about the kitchen. Her shoulders relaxed as he searched the ductwork, and then tightened as he opened the oven door to search among the pots and pans that filled the area. Xander noticed she was holding her breath as she stared at the floor while the officer searched the cupboards on either side of the stove before moving on to search inside of the dishwasher. She visibly relaxed when he pried off the control panel to search the cavity beneath the appliance.

“Go back to the stove,” Xander suggested. “There’s something there.”

Again, the exotic dancer flinched when the officer turned his attention back to the cooktop.

As he pulled each and every pan out and onto the floor, Xander spied the vent. As a smooth cooktop stove, there were no elements to search, but the officer had missed the vent. Using a screwdriver, Xander reached over the mess and pried off the vent cover. There, hidden in the hollow, was a Colt 1908.

“Well look what we have here,” Xander exclaimed as he lifted the gun with the screwdriver shaft.

ADULT EXCERPT

Pushing her knees down against the sheets, he shifted his focus to thrusting his tongue inside her. He started slowly, watching her breasts rise and lower as she took each deliberate breath. His tongue circled her tight pussy, pressing firmly against the edge, causing her to moan loudly. When her hips began to move against his mouth, he increased his pace until she was once again thrashing against the sheets.

It was incredibly arousing to make her come so fast and furiously. When he once again resumed his focus on her clit, her body began to retreat. The intense stimulus made her back away, but Xander was relentless. As her body squirmed across the sheets, he followed her movement, pressing his mouth firmly against her. Finally, with her head and shoulders pressed tight against the headboard, there was nowhere left for her to go. Crying out as another surge of pleasure crashed over her, she dug her fingers into his shoulder while her other hand grabbed onto his hair.

As much pain as it caused him, he was in no way going to abandon his post. He wrapped his arms around her hips and pressed his forearms down firmly across her stomach. She could no longer buck or squirm or thrash against him.

Being restrained by his arms and trapped against the end of the bed sent Lexi into another round of powerful orgasms. She couldn’t escape the incredible and often overwhelming pleasure that bordered on aching agony before reaching each release. She had never experienced such indulgence or felt such intense satisfaction. Somehow, Xander understood her need for white-hot encounters, and he had the physical strength to keep up with her wildfire.

Her clit was hot and swollen in his mouth, begging him to continue. It didn’t seem to matter how he moved his lips or his tongue, it resulted in one powerful orgasm after another. She had clutched at his sheets one final time.

When he reached his promised target of a dozen orgasms, he sat up on his knees and looked at the clock. “Two minutes to spare,” he bragged.

He had taken the challenge literally. She wanted more, but at the same time, she barely had the energy to glance at the clock, let alone argue with him. She closed her eyes and listened as he padded to the kitchen and back, returning with two large glasses of ice water.

“You look parched,” he said with a satisfied smile as he handed her a glass.

She propped herself up on one elbow to guzzle down the entire glass of water. “Continuous panting will do that,” she said once her thirst had been quenched.

He drained his own glass and set it on the nightstand before grabbing her ankles and pulling her back to the middle of the bed. “You looked squished,” he explained.

She sighed heavily as he lay down beside her and pulled her limp body in to spoon his. “That was exceptional,” she whispered. “I thought I was going to pass out at one point.”

Xander chuckled. “Well, it’s not like I’m done with you yet.”

Lexi felt his hard cock pressed against her ass. She knew he was far from being satisfied. “Give me a minute to catch my breath,” she pleaded. “Then, I’ll see if I can rock your world like you have mine.”

With that kind of offer, Xander was prepared to give her all the time she needed. He pulled her long hair back off her neck to gently plant kisses on her damp skin. Even as a local who was used to the heat, the air-conditioning hadn’t been enough to keep up with her rising body temperature.

“You enjoyed restraining me,” she said quietly.

Xander pondered her comment for a moment. “You seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.”

She turned her head and let her lips meet his. “Is it the control that you enjoy?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No. It’s providing the intense pleasure that I enjoy.”

“I just figure…” Her voice trailed off.

“You figured that because I’m a cop I want to dominate you?”

She nodded. “Something like that.”

“It’s a common assumption,” he said before kissing her neck. “I’ve had dates end rather abruptly when the ropes and blindfold appear. I have no interest in having someone submit to the infliction of pain.” He kissed his way down her neck before running his tongue along her shoulder blade. “I’m always the good cop, Lexi. Never the bad cop. If it’s going to get rough, it’s because it’s mutually enjoyable.”

Lexi shivered at the thought.

He read her bodily response. “You like that idea?” he murmured.

“I do,” she admitted. “I’m a Scorpio. Sex isn’t an event. It’s an experience. It’s one of the ways I communicate.”

Xander contemplated her comment as he continued to lather kisses to her skin. He wondered what it was she’d been saying for the past half hour as she repeatedly cried out his name and begged for more. He felt her body temperature rise ever so slightly right before he heard her moan softly. He reached for the nightstand. Using his teeth, he ripped open the square package and swiftly rolled the latex over his cock. The idea of reaching a point in their relationship where condoms were no longer necessary made his heart pound. There was something about Lexi. It was an inexplicable chemistry he felt they had. As he pressed his cock between her legs, he admitted to himself that it was a connection that he’d never experienced before.