Passion Patrol 2 - a Sexy Police Romance Suspense Novel With a Touch of Humor: Hot Cops. Hot Crime. Hot Romance. by Emma Calin Page B

him feel that she had made him do it. She knew how much he had wanted her yet how much he had to overcome. Ever since she had seen him in the workshop she had longed for him. Some deep memory of the working men in the back street garage had burst out of dreams into real life. Young guys had teased and flattered as she had blossomed into a woman. She had hung around them with a spanner in her hand showing off her shape and smile. She knew, and all the young mechanics knew, that her dad would kill anyone who touched. It had been a delicious sexual tease that she had built into her rich fantasy life. This man beside her had wealth, power, education, and a family history stretching back forever. She was half Irish, half West Indian with a surname name pinned on like a luggage label by slavery. She had left her friends from the North Peckham Estate when she had joined the police. Many still saw her as a traitor. In the police she was an outsider. She knew she was tougher than most of them and actually rejoiced in it. She had had a couple of boyfriends but nothing had come to any significance. In the first second she had spent with Spencer, she had recognized that same solitariness and longing. It made them at least equal. If he truly wanted her she would commit to him absolutely. How could she live on from here if she could never have this joy again?
    “I can feel you thinking,” he said.
    “Can you? Can you feel inside me?”
    “Yes, somehow I can.”
    “That’s because I’m thinking about you.”
    “And....”
    “And how I’m in the bed of Napoléon and Joséphine and that you did this thinking of someone like me.”
    “You’re no less than Joséphine. To me you’re far more.”
    “Was I very forward and wicked?”
    “Yes. You’ll never try to be different, will you?”
    “I might get worse.”
    “I’ll do my best to keep up,” he said, moving his arm from behind her and propping himself on an elbow to look at her. He kissed her breast. Without warning she found tears on her cheeks.
    “What’s the matter, Shannon?” he asked softly
    “Happiness, happiness,” she replied. “It came as a shock.”
    Outside in the darkness an owl screeched. She imagined tiny creatures scurrying for their lives. Many human lives were no different. Many had no power at all over their futures. The idea brought Ben into her mind.
    “I believe Ben when he says he didn’t have those drugs. I want you to know that and I want him to know I believe him.”
    “I want to believe him. If he was guilty I’d rather he owned up to me and just said he was sorry he’d made a mistake and take it on the chin. That would be the only way as a gentlemen. That’s what I’d expect. I don’t want to hold it against him ... but there’s been some kind of block between us ever since.”
    She sensed his emotion and didn’t look at him.
    “You know I’m getting the arrest file?”
    “Yes. How can you be so sure you’re right?”
    “Call it animal cunning or call it intuition. I can see it in his eyes. My guess is that one of the other lads knows the truth of it.”
    “Then I give you my trust too. I’ll make sure Ben understands.”
    She turned over on her side and he spooned into her. He kissed her shoulder. They slept as lovers as new and unstoppable as the coming dawn.

Chapter 9
    Spencer dropped her at the police house. She was showered and prepared for absolutely bloody nothing! Her mind was a blur of remembered kisses, dreams, and passion mixed into the responsibilities of her working day. She had to find a blouse and underwear and swallow some good strong tea. She could remember it was Friday. She was a police officer and a pillar of the Fleetworth-Green community. Already she was thinking of that bear of a man.
    Her first job was to look at all the new police reports. Detective Superintendent Mitchell had put out a preliminary report on the girl’s body. There was little she didn’t already know. She read the last paragraph