Cop a Feel (Handcuffs and Happily Ever Afters) by Robyn Peterman

was still in the aftershocks of my orgasm as he lifted my ass in his big hands and pushed his body into mine. He was large but I was so primed for him, he buried himself to the hilt with one strong thrust. The sexy sounds he made as he owned my body prolonged my orgasm to the point of pain. My spasms gripped him like a vise, and I felt every gorgeous inch of the wild man inside me.
    “So good, so fucking good, Candy,” he moaned, and pumped harder and faster.
    “Oh God,” I gasped as a tightening started low in my abdomen. My exhausted body came to life and I met every violent thrust with an out of control abandon. I needed to fuck him as hard as he was fucking me.
    “That’s it, baby,” he hissed in my ear, and bit down. “Fuck me. Make me come.”
    That was it. I was done. His dirty talk sent me straight to Jesus and all the angels and Saints and the Super Bowl with the Minnesota Vikings winning combined. I convulsed and flew into my sixth orgasm, taking him with me. He gripped my ass with such pressure, I knew I would have bruises, but I wanted even more. As the tingling ripped through my body, I screamed with what little voice I had left and felt his orgasm pulse into me with a strength that sucked all the breath I had left right out of me. I was fairly sure I was dead, or at the very least suffering a heart attack.
    “Holy hell,” Luke muttered, collapsing on top of me. His weight was a welcome blanket, but the cuffs were no longer my friend.
    “Luke, my wrists hurt.”
    “On it.” He jumped up and released my wrists and gently massaged them. “I think I almost passed out.”
    “I think I almost died,” I countered, laughing.
    “You are perfect,” he murmured as he ran his magic fingers along my collarbone.
    “Far from it.” I paused and wondered if it was time to talk. “So what do we do now?”
    “Well, I was thinking I’d like to hold you and fall asleep.” He hopped up and disposed of the condom and flicked out the lights. Moonlight shone through the window and I was struck by how truly beautiful he was.
    “You want to stay?” I asked. Did I want him to stay? I wasn’t sure. This was majorly unchartered territory for me. What I did know was that I didn’t want him to go.
    “Does that work for you, pretty girl?”
    “Um . . . yes. Yes, it does, but aren’t we going to talk?”
    “In the morning.” He curled up next to me and held me. I felt the beating of his heart and the warmth of his body in the silence of my room—and I didn’t need to fill it.
    I didn’t need to fill it because it was already full.

Chapter 9
    I awoke as sore as I’ve ever been in my life, wrapped up in a warm human blanket that was very happy to see me. Unsure if he was awake or asleep, I stayed still and enjoyed being held. Dangerous, but I couldn’t help myself. I dreaded the talk and selfishly wanted to be close to him until reality set in and made it impossible.
    “Good morning, Sunshine,” he murmured into my hair, pressing his very happy camper against my bottom.
    “Morning.” I couldn’t hide the smile in my voice or the lightness in my heart.
    “As hot and sexy as we both know that I am, morning breath is not working for me. Can I use your toothbrush?” Luke asked as his hands found their way to my breasts.
    “Ewwww, that’s gross,” I said, removing his hands, which he promptly re-placed.
    “You’re kidding me. I had my tongue down your throat all night and you’re telling me it’s gross to use your toothbrush?”
    “I suppose when you put it that way, I have no ground to stand on.” I laughed and arched my back so my backside could say a proper hello to his front side.
    “Jesus,” he groaned. “Get on your hands and knees.”
    “Get a condom,” I demanded. “And hurry.” My exhausted, sore body had woken up with a vengeance, and I was beyond ready; no foreplay needed.
    “Shit, I only had one.”
    “Are you kidding me?” I yelled. “You only brought one condom?”
    “Oh my