Passion Patrol 2 - a Sexy Police Romance Suspense Novel With a Touch of Humor: Hot Cops. Hot Crime. Hot Romance. by Emma Calin
Authors: Emma Calin
Tags: Suspense, Erótica, Humorous, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Mystery, Romantic Erotica, Mystery & Suspense
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fixed his eyes with a look of brazen certainty. She knew she was in good shape and wanted to show off. She slid the police blouse from her shoulders. She saw him swallowing and taking a deep gulp of air. She turned to face the mirror and unhooked her black bra, letting the straps fall free. His breathing and gaze excited her. She turned back holding the cups for a few moments before setting free her breasts. She brushed her hands forward, making a show of touching her nipples and giving a sigh of pleasure. She focused her eyes on his groin, knowing that he would be hard, wet, and longing for her. She wanted any guilt of desire he felt to be her fault, her wantonness. Her unzipped skirt fell easily from her hips revealing her matching black panties. She slid her hand down and splayed it against her pubis, feeling a jolt of pleasure. She watched him shifting, trying to accommodate the power of his arousal. Her eyes conveyed a blatant sexual need. She slipped her hand under the waist of her panties and found her wet folds. He let out an animal groan of lust. Slowly she moved her hand, closing her eyes in ecstasy.
“I’m a little minx,” she purred in a slow dreamy voice.
She slid off the underwear and moved closer to him, tempting him to touch. Again she let her hand trail down to her hot flesh.
“Is it nice?” she asked.
“It’s unbearable.”
“And naughty. Your Joséphine’s being a naughty girl, my emperor.”
He reached out and pulled her to him, taking her nipple into his hot mouth. A zizz of current shot down to her sex and she had to hold back from the edge. She reached for his groin. She found him big, hard, and bursting under his clothing. She’d teased enough. Her hand on him and his lips at her breast threatened to snatch control and bring her to pulsing orgasm. She brought both her hands to his head and pushed back through his hair. He had tuned to her and sensed her change of pace. So, at last this was that chemistry she had imagined to be an illusion of fiction. Their charge and musk was one bond, one force.
“It’s my turn to tease. Stay here,” he said, releasing her nipple and sliding to the other side of the bed. He took a long stride to some double doors and stepped through into another room. Half a minute later he called to her. She could hear water running. She padded in naked to find a bathroom filling with the scent of candles that he had lit. A clawfoot slipper bath occupied the center of the floor.
“I’ll do your back,” he said, turning off the tap. She stepped into the fragrant water. The only lighting was the candles.
“Looks like you were expecting someone,” she said with a giggle.
The water rose to her neck. He smiled down at her, unbuttoning his shirt. His chest was muscled. His stomach was ridged and hard. She gave a murmur of approval. He undid the belt of his trousers and let them fall and kicked them aside. Only his white trunk-style briefs remained. She could see his outline thrusting against the fabric. Her eyes flicked between his face and his erection.
“No point in getting my clothes wet.”
“I think he likes me,” she said. “Show me.”
He slipped out of his trunks. She gave an involuntary gasp. His cock sprang free to upright. It was long and thick.
She put her hand to her breast and massaged her nipple in the soft slippery water.
“That makes me feel very, very naughty. Do you feel naughty?”
He didn’t reply but brought his hand to his thick girth and pulled down the foreskin over the straining top. She heard him groan with pleasure as the skin revealed the whole glistening purple head.
“That’s a lovely sight,” she said, letting him watch her own pleasure. “We’ve been alone haven’t we? I’ve been on my own with longing too. I’ll always love to look at you. You’re gonna be my sexy fantasy exactly as you are there if ever I need a fix.”
She knew at once he understood her. She had no hang-ups, guilt, or shame. Coming from
“I’m a little minx,” she purred in a slow dreamy voice.
She slid off the underwear and moved closer to him, tempting him to touch. Again she let her hand trail down to her hot flesh.
“Is it nice?” she asked.
“It’s unbearable.”
“And naughty. Your Joséphine’s being a naughty girl, my emperor.”
He reached out and pulled her to him, taking her nipple into his hot mouth. A zizz of current shot down to her sex and she had to hold back from the edge. She reached for his groin. She found him big, hard, and bursting under his clothing. She’d teased enough. Her hand on him and his lips at her breast threatened to snatch control and bring her to pulsing orgasm. She brought both her hands to his head and pushed back through his hair. He had tuned to her and sensed her change of pace. So, at last this was that chemistry she had imagined to be an illusion of fiction. Their charge and musk was one bond, one force.
“It’s my turn to tease. Stay here,” he said, releasing her nipple and sliding to the other side of the bed. He took a long stride to some double doors and stepped through into another room. Half a minute later he called to her. She could hear water running. She padded in naked to find a bathroom filling with the scent of candles that he had lit. A clawfoot slipper bath occupied the center of the floor.
“I’ll do your back,” he said, turning off the tap. She stepped into the fragrant water. The only lighting was the candles.
“Looks like you were expecting someone,” she said with a giggle.
The water rose to her neck. He smiled down at her, unbuttoning his shirt. His chest was muscled. His stomach was ridged and hard. She gave a murmur of approval. He undid the belt of his trousers and let them fall and kicked them aside. Only his white trunk-style briefs remained. She could see his outline thrusting against the fabric. Her eyes flicked between his face and his erection.
“No point in getting my clothes wet.”
“I think he likes me,” she said. “Show me.”
He slipped out of his trunks. She gave an involuntary gasp. His cock sprang free to upright. It was long and thick.
She put her hand to her breast and massaged her nipple in the soft slippery water.
“That makes me feel very, very naughty. Do you feel naughty?”
He didn’t reply but brought his hand to his thick girth and pulled down the foreskin over the straining top. She heard him groan with pleasure as the skin revealed the whole glistening purple head.
“That’s a lovely sight,” she said, letting him watch her own pleasure. “We’ve been alone haven’t we? I’ve been on my own with longing too. I’ll always love to look at you. You’re gonna be my sexy fantasy exactly as you are there if ever I need a fix.”
She knew at once he understood her. She had no hang-ups, guilt, or shame. Coming from
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