TrafficStopAnAdventureTwiceTold by Lynn Chantale

Traffic Stop
    An Adventure, Twice
Told
     
    by
     
    Lynn Chantale
     
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    This is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living
or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
     
    TRAFFIC
STOP—AN ADVENTURE, TWICE TOLD
     
    TRAFFIC
STOP COPYRIGHT 2013 by Lynn Chantale
    TRAFFIC
STOP—OFF DUTY COPYTRIGHT 2013 by Lynn Chantale
     
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Acknowledgments
     
    The author
acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following
wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
     
    BMW: Bayerische Motoren Werke Aktiengesellschaft
     
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    Dedication
     
    For all the couples who ever wanted to
spice things up, go ahead and try something new.
     
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    Table of Contents
     
    In a night filled with passion, Kerry and Sarge will learn that
a mere traffic stop can pave the road back to lust and love.
     
    Traffic Stop
     
    Kerry
would love to put the sizzle back in her love life. When she’s pulled over for
speeding, the last thing she expects is an instant attraction to the sexy cop
ready to write her a citation. There’s only one thing she can do to avoid the
ticket, and she makes Sarge an offer she hopes he won’t refuse.
     
    Traffic Stop—Off Duty
     
    Sarge
had no problem taking Kerry up on her suggestion on how she could avoid a
ticket. Only trouble was, the brief time he spent with her was not enough. Now off-duty, he plans to continue the negotiations,
armed with an arsenal of sex toys.
     
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    Traffic Stop
     
     
     
    Red and blue lights flooded the rearview
mirror. “Great. Just great,” Kerry muttered, steering her BMW sedan to the side
of the road. On top of everything else today, she did not need another traffic
ticket.
    She shoved the shifter into park then
leaned over the center console to open the glove box and pull out the necessary
paperwork. Damn, her license was in her purse, which was in the trunk. She
hadn’t even been going that fast, at least she didn’t think so. A sigh left her
lips. It would not be good if she came home with another speeding ticket. Her
insurance had raised her rates once already and her husband, Adam, would not be
pleased if it happened again.
    Maybe another ticket wouldn’t matter
when they were still arguing about their sex life, or rather lack of a
satisfying one. With another sigh, she dropped her head to the steering wheel.
Their intimacy had dropped to a paltry once a week, and even that was hit or
miss. She wanted something different, something exciting. An experience that
would take her breath away and leave her begging for more.
    Early in their marriage they’d tried
many different things to keep the relationship fresh and new, but careers, kids
and familiarity now left her feeling like a well-worn pair of shoes, comfortable
and broke in. She wanted, no, needed her blood to tingle with lust, her pussy
to drip with desire and a man to worship her body. If he happened to spank her
a time or two, that would be okay as well.
    Kerry checked the rearview mirror.
The officer approaching was tall and trim. In the deepening night, his faint
tan