The Badge Bunnies series: Ride-Along by Paige Tyler Page A

demonstrating the proper stance to help her shoot better, but at the moment, all she really cared about was how the contours of his body fit hers.
    “See how much more stable you are in this position?” Blake’s voice was right next to her ear. “Wider is always better.”
    She couldn't agree more. “I see that now.”
    Unable to help herself, she pushed her ass back until she brushed against something firm and unyielding. Yeah, she was pretty sure it wasn't his belt buckle.
    “Relax your arms some,” he instructed. “Your shoulders are really tight.”
    Thanks to all the sexual tension that had been building all day.
    She obeyed, wiggling back a little more as she let her arms relax. This time, her ass definitely met with resistance. If that was his cock she was rubbing up against instead of a weapon of another sort, then Blake wasn't quite as professional as he wanted her to think. Or at least part of his anatomy wasn't.
    “I know you won't be able to think about breathing in a crisis situation. But right now, let's focus on good technique.” His voice was smooth as honey in her ear. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”
    She inhaled, letting the air fill her lungs—and expand her breasts quite nicely. From where he stood looking over her shoulder, Blake would have to be oblivious to miss the view down her blouse as she put on her best heaving-bosom routine.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered.
    He tightened his arms around her, pulling her back against him. Oh, yeah. That was definitely his cock back there. He was getting harder by the second.
    “Now, just squeeze your finger gently on the trigger,” he commanded. “It should surprise you when it goes off.”
    She slowly pulled the trigger. The hammer fell with a distinct click.
    “That was perfect. You didn't flinch at all,” he said. “Let's try it now with the clip loaded.”
    Trista almost groaned in disappointment when he moved away from her to load the magazine of her 9mm. She leaned her hip against the counter and watched as he worked. Damn, he had some nice hands.
    When he was done, he held out a set of hearing protection— the kind that cut out almost all outside sound.
    She frowned as she took the earmuffs. “I won't be able to hear your instructions with these on. Shouldn’t we use the foamy things.”
    His mouth quirked. “Foam earplugs? No. The earmuffs muffle the sound better. Don’t worry. I'll be right behind you, guiding you by touch. All you have to do is focus on the target.”
    Like she was going to be able to focus on anything with him touching her. That silly paper target positioned halfway down the shooting range was going to be the last thing on her mind.
    After he was once again standing behind her, Blake leaned close to her ear for one last set of instructions before she put the muffs in place. “You have a full magazine, but I want you to take your time and  try to make every shot perfect.”
    She picked up her Lady Smith 9mm and sighted in on the target. Having all that rock-hard muscle pressed up against her was even more distracting than it’d been before, and her hands began to shake. Blake's immediately wrapped his arms around her, his hands supporting her wrists—which only made her tremble more. The way the inside of his arms pressed against the sides of her breasts was doing all sorts of delicious things to her body.
    Trista relaxed back, subtly rubbing her ass against his erection. Blake didn’t pull away. If anything, he tugged her a little closer. He was trying to seduce her.
    She just had to let him do it.
    She forced herself to focus enough to actually aim in the general direction of the target and squeezed out a shot. She didn't give a damn where the bullet hit. She was only using the recoil as an excuse to shove her ass back into Blake's hard-on. She took a breath and held it, then pulled the trigger again. When she leaned back against him this time, it was more than casual. This time, she gently rotated her