Page 107 of Triggered By Love
“How so?”
“Because you’re the first man I have to chase.”
“You’re chasing me?”
She replaced his dropped jaw. “Don’t drool, Burnett, but it’s true. I’m distracting you from your policing work.”
“We’re a team together on this, but I could use a break. As long as you’re not going to regret this later.”
“I’m done with regrets.” She dragged her hand down below his waist and slid her fingers beneath his waistband, finding his hot and throbbing piece of meat engorged for her taking.
Her strokes ignited bolts of passion, and he would be quickly overtaken if he didn’t slow it down.
“Last chance to stop.” He had to check for consent, even as his hand cupped her breasts, squeezing and twirling her hardened nipples.
“Not a chance I’ll ever stop.” She grinned wickedly, licking her lush lips. Then she was destroying him. She rubbed her thumb over the slit at the top of his cock and spread the pre-cum over the head.
The zinging sensation of an impending orgasm threatened, and he was on fire, ready to explode and embarrass himself.
He had to take control, or he was a lost man.
“Off with your clothes,” he barked, backing away from her hand by unzipping himself.
“Oh no, you don’t.” She swatted at his hands and pushed his cock back behind his fly—no easy task because Willie Wanker had doubled in size.
“What are you doing?” He sounded like a frog jumped down his throat.
“I’m going to be in control.” She struggled to zip him back up. “You behave or I’m going to handcuff you.”
Ah, he got it—as dense as he was—he was to be her first submissive. This was definitely new to him, too.
“You can’t expect me to lay back and do nothing.”
“Actually, Detective, that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” She reached for a piece of silk lying on her sewing machine and held it up. “Are you going to behave yourself?”
“I’m not sure I’m going to like this.”
She straddled him, locking her knees on both sides of his hips and rubbed her crotch long and hard over his handy nightstick. “Stick them up, Sheriff.”
He raised his hands, helpless.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Avery knottedJason’s wrists together, not too tight, and attached them to the rails of her headboard. She wanted to trust Jason, and part of this was a test. Would he allow her to take full control? Could he be patient and yielding, or was he a man who had to dominate her, no matter what?
He was harsh and brash, used to getting his way, and that encounter at the cabin had shown how quickly he’d turned the tables on her. It was thrilling and frightening at the same time—to be so sexually attracted to a man who was twice her size and could snuff her out like a matchstick.
He lay back, breathing hard and glaring at her, his muscles tense and his erection prominent behind his fly. She was still straddling him, riding him, and admiring how utterly sexy he was—all scruffy and oozing with maleness.
“You have me, all of me,” he said, his voice low and crooning, touching all the deep places in her heart. “I’ll let you do what you will.”
“You’re not afraid?” She expected him to scoff at the notion he’d have a reason to fear little ol’ Avery, the pretty little puppet, who never dared to rebel.
Until now.
His darkened gaze softened, and he gave her a tight nod. “You put me in quite a vulnerable position. They didn’t go over this in police academy.”
“What? Being tied up by a suspect?”
