WARNING: this book contains a Menage scene.
Evie's sex drive has been suffering and any bedroom romps leave her with a scary feeling of emptiness. Even a threesome on Halloween doesn't work. She's on the verge of seeing a therapist while her friend, Brook, entertains cop fantasies she'd rather not hear about. With two cops for brothers, Evie's familiar with the harsh reality of the profession and has no intention of getting involved with one.
Walking mindlessly in Manhattan gets her mugged, but a stranger becomes her hero when he recovers her bag. She's instantly drawn to his good looks and offers to treat him to coffee. With attraction sizzling between them, Jedd Madden is full of surprises, including the title Lieutenant attached to his name. When he asks her out on a proper date, she panics and blurts out her sex problem. Instead of running the other way, he is determined to treat her with his own brand of therapy.
She sucked in a long breath and let it out evenly, willing her heart to stop racing. "I'm Evie." She gave a tiny smile. "Well, you know that already."
The blue-eyed man pushed away from the wall. "Nice to meet you, Evie. I'm Mark. This is my partner, Frank." Gone was any trace of firmness in his voice. It was all honey.
"I've never done this before…I mean with two--"
"It's okay, sweetheart. Nothing to be afraid of." Mark pressed his mouth to her temple. Her knees softened. "We do things your way…your pace."
Frank came to her other side. His hand glided over her belly, causing a weak tremble. "Shall I fill the tub?"
God…they wanted to do it in the whirlpool. A wicked sizzle of excitement arced through her. She nodded.
"Good girl," he murmured huskily as his finger dipped teasingly into her navel. Then he turned around and disappeared into the washroom.
"Do you have condoms, Evie?"
A part of her couldn't believe she was doing this. But it was such a small part. There wasn't much rationalizing it anyway. The wet flesh between her thighs was in control. "In the second drawer." She indicated one of the bedside tables.
He pulled out the box of Trojans and went into the washroom. Both men emerged and started unfastening their holsters. She noted that they'd removed their Glocks. Naturally, they'd want them within arm's reach. She watched, mesmerized, as the holsters fell onto her bed. Never had she imagined that she'd find those things so sexy. Next came their uniforms, revealing inches of chiseled flesh. They were both virtually hairless, which she liked. Her fingers rose to her mouth when their erections sprung free.
"Oh my…" Even as color seeped into her cheeks, her gaze was fixed on the men's genitals. Genitals? Now these were cocks. She tore her gaze away, feeling fresh moisture in her panties.
