relationship with him more than fear it.
“Damn,” Drew said, shoving a couple of fries in his mouth as they sat at one of the brightly colored outdoor tables watching the traffic go by. “You got it bad for this girl, don’t you?”
Carter wasn’t too proud to be honest. “Looks like I do.”
“So what’s your plan? How do you convince her?”
Carter took a bite of his Big Mac and grinned. “More of what we’ve already been doing. Good, hot sex. Because as much as I like her with her clothes on , the sexual chemistry between us is…” He blew out a breath, remembering. “Fucking outrageous, man. So that’s what I’m relying on.”
“It’s not enough,” Drew said with a short, precise head shake.
Carter blinked. “Huh?”
“You haven’t won her over with hot sex yet . You have to do something that pushes the envelope. Her issue is that she thinks losing control is going to endanger her, right?”
Carter nodded, curious to hear what Mr. Psychology Major was going to say.
“Then you have to play into her fears, turn them around.”
Okay, nothing too insightful there. “Dude, I’ve got a brain—I already got that far on my own. Give me something new.”
Drew ate a few more fries, finished his own Big Mac, then slurped on his Coke while Carter waited. Finally he said, “Look, you know the girl, I don’t. But here’s my advice. Whatever you do, you have to take it to extremes. You have to show the girl that surrendering can be…really hot.”
“We’ve already used handcuffs, twice.”
Drew flashed a pointed look. “Then guess you’re gonna have to go way extreme. To the very edge. Take her where she’s never been before, where she’s never even thought about going—and make her love it.”
As Carter sipped on his Coke, two sexy girls in short skirts and high heels, with “tourists looking to party” written all over them, smiled at him and Drew. He smiled back just to be nice, but he was thinking about Drew’s suggestion.
The girls left the sidewalk and approached, looking like carbon copies of the Hilton sisters. The blonde reached up to lower big sunglasses just far enough that she could gaze seductively overtop of them. “So, boys, is it true what they say? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”
“Sure is, beautiful,” Drew said with a wink. “If you want to make some memories together, I’ll be happy to let you leave ’em here with me when you go home to your boyfriend.”
Carter zoned out into his own thoughts as one of the girls wrote down their room number at the Bellagio, and they probably thought he was a bore, but he didn’t mind letting Drew take both of them. What he’d just said had Carter’s mind spinning. People who visited Vegas could do wild things here, then after they left pretend they hadn’t happened and didn’t matter. But when you lived here, you didn’t have that luxury. Erin didn’t have that luxury. So maybe Drew was right. Take her to the edge, take her someplace she’d never go otherwise—someplace the soft girl inside her would feel deeply —and make it feel good, and right, just by virtue of the fact that he was the tour guide. Do that and how could she forget it—how could she stop feeling it when it was over?
Yep. Make her give him absolute and total control—and she’d see that letting someone take care of her a little would make her stronger, happier and more complete, even as a cop. Make her know that he was gonna be there for her, loving her, whether she liked it or not.
* * * * *
“So tomorrow night’s the night, huh?”
Still in her hooker garb after another long night outside the Desert Oasis, Erin glanced across the car toward Danny. They’d made three busts through the course of the evening and she was exhausted, both physically, from standing on those fuck-me platform heels all evening, and mentally, from trying to do her job while all this chaos with Carter hovered in the back of her mind.
“Damn,” Drew said, shoving a couple of fries in his mouth as they sat at one of the brightly colored outdoor tables watching the traffic go by. “You got it bad for this girl, don’t you?”
Carter wasn’t too proud to be honest. “Looks like I do.”
“So what’s your plan? How do you convince her?”
Carter took a bite of his Big Mac and grinned. “More of what we’ve already been doing. Good, hot sex. Because as much as I like her with her clothes on , the sexual chemistry between us is…” He blew out a breath, remembering. “Fucking outrageous, man. So that’s what I’m relying on.”
“It’s not enough,” Drew said with a short, precise head shake.
Carter blinked. “Huh?”
“You haven’t won her over with hot sex yet . You have to do something that pushes the envelope. Her issue is that she thinks losing control is going to endanger her, right?”
Carter nodded, curious to hear what Mr. Psychology Major was going to say.
“Then you have to play into her fears, turn them around.”
Okay, nothing too insightful there. “Dude, I’ve got a brain—I already got that far on my own. Give me something new.”
Drew ate a few more fries, finished his own Big Mac, then slurped on his Coke while Carter waited. Finally he said, “Look, you know the girl, I don’t. But here’s my advice. Whatever you do, you have to take it to extremes. You have to show the girl that surrendering can be…really hot.”
“We’ve already used handcuffs, twice.”
Drew flashed a pointed look. “Then guess you’re gonna have to go way extreme. To the very edge. Take her where she’s never been before, where she’s never even thought about going—and make her love it.”
As Carter sipped on his Coke, two sexy girls in short skirts and high heels, with “tourists looking to party” written all over them, smiled at him and Drew. He smiled back just to be nice, but he was thinking about Drew’s suggestion.
The girls left the sidewalk and approached, looking like carbon copies of the Hilton sisters. The blonde reached up to lower big sunglasses just far enough that she could gaze seductively overtop of them. “So, boys, is it true what they say? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”
“Sure is, beautiful,” Drew said with a wink. “If you want to make some memories together, I’ll be happy to let you leave ’em here with me when you go home to your boyfriend.”
Carter zoned out into his own thoughts as one of the girls wrote down their room number at the Bellagio, and they probably thought he was a bore, but he didn’t mind letting Drew take both of them. What he’d just said had Carter’s mind spinning. People who visited Vegas could do wild things here, then after they left pretend they hadn’t happened and didn’t matter. But when you lived here, you didn’t have that luxury. Erin didn’t have that luxury. So maybe Drew was right. Take her to the edge, take her someplace she’d never go otherwise—someplace the soft girl inside her would feel deeply —and make it feel good, and right, just by virtue of the fact that he was the tour guide. Do that and how could she forget it—how could she stop feeling it when it was over?
Yep. Make her give him absolute and total control—and she’d see that letting someone take care of her a little would make her stronger, happier and more complete, even as a cop. Make her know that he was gonna be there for her, loving her, whether she liked it or not.
* * * * *
“So tomorrow night’s the night, huh?”
Still in her hooker garb after another long night outside the Desert Oasis, Erin glanced across the car toward Danny. They’d made three busts through the course of the evening and she was exhausted, both physically, from standing on those fuck-me platform heels all evening, and mentally, from trying to do her job while all this chaos with Carter hovered in the back of her mind.
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