My arms didn’t hesitate to wind around Sam’s neck. His lips were soft but demanding, and he smelled like cedar and something spicy. I tilted my head to get more contact, parting my lips when I felt his tongue ask for entry. What followed was a clinch that stole my breath and made me forget my own name. Our kisses were almost desperate, and they drove searing heat to my belly and places farther south.

I felt a little dwarfed by his size, even though I’m not all that short. He managed to consume the space around me, giving me the sensation of being completely encompassed and fiercely desired. I didn’t even realize he’d turned the knob of my door until I was pushed back and pressed against the wall of my entryway. The vague sound of a door closing registered in some distant part of my consciousness, but the rest of me was too busy drinking Sam in and basking in the sensations he was eliciting.

His hand slid around my waist and then down to my ass, pulling me into him until I felt his rigid arousal pressing into my stomach. Holy shit! This was so freaking hot. His lips left mine and trailed to the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“Jenna.” His voice was all gravel.

“Oh, God. Sam.” I had no idea what I was saying.

The hand on my ass brushed down my thigh until it reached the hem of my dress and then I felt the fabric lifting as Sam caressed back up my thigh to the edge of my panties. My very wet panties. His fingers brushed back and forth along the edge that ran across my buttcheek and then slipped under.

I moaned in his ear and then yelped as something cold and wet pressed against my bare shin. We broke apart, only to find my damn dog wagging his tail and trying to press himself between Sam and me.

We were both breathing hard as we considered Reggie with the tiny portions of our brains that weren’t focused on screwing each other silly.

“Oh, right,” I finally got my wits back. “He needs to go out.” I sounded like I’d just run a marathon.

I practically staggered toward the back door, still under Sam’s sex spell.

His voice was deep and brooked no argument. “I’ve got the dog. You head straight to the bedroom.”

Who was I to argue? I changed direction without missing a beat and headed down my hallway, almost swaying into the wall on my way. I was really doing this!

Reggie must have been similarly influenced by Sam’s commanding tone because he did his business in no time flat. I’d hardly had time to take my shoes off and Sam was before me once again.

“Let me help.” His voice was softer now.

I turned my back to him and swept my hair over one shoulder so he could access the zipper at the back of my dress. He pulled it down with excruciating care, running his lips down each small inch of skin as it was exposed. My entire body was covered in goosebumps, and I was sure Sam could hear me panting. This was probably the most sensual thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

When he got to the top of my panties, he let the dress fall and grasped my hips in his hands. Unsure what his plan was, I got nervous and turned, only then realizing that my movement placed the front of my panties directly in Sam’s face. Apparently, that was exactly where he wanted me because his grip tightened and his face sank in. The heat of his breath on my sensitive skin had me tilting my head back and grabbing his head in my hands.

“You smell so fucking good.”

Shit, that was embarrassing. But I was too far gone to care that much.

Before I knew what was happening, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and pulled them down, revealing my newly waxed nether regions.

“Holy fuck,” was the last thing I heard before Sam’s mouth got down to business. When my first orgasm hit, I believe I may have yelled, “Bless you, Andrea!” but I can’t be sure.

* * *

“You sure do like to say fuck a lot.”

“It’s kind of appropriate given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Sam bit my shoulder and gave me a lazy smile.

We were laying on my bed, me completely naked and Sam in just his boxer briefs. We’d been exploring each other slowly, neither of us seemingly in any hurry after the initial rush to orgasm. Although, Sam had yet to benefit much.

When I commented on it, he just brushed it aside, telling me we had all night and he wanted to take his time.

“I suppose so. I’m just relieved you didn’t thank me kindly.”

“There’s still time for that,” he teased, tracing my collarbone with his finger.

His body was a thing of beauty. He wasn’t overly cut or chiseled, but his richly-hued skin lay tight over his muscles and he was warm and solid, with a sprinkling of hair on his chest. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and I was looking forward to touching all of him. I’d only copped a feel of his tight ass but had been redirected when I tried to go for the goods. Apparently, Sam wasn’t as unaffected by our encounter as he pretended to be.

“I’m savoring, woman!” He scolded on my second attempt, causing me to giggle like an idiot.

I shifted to drape myself across him, wanting as much skin-on-skin contact as I could get. Any insecurities I may have had about my body were immediately erased when Sam reverently caressed me and whispered compliments in my ear. This guy was a total ego boost. Why I hadn’t had an affair earlier was beyond me.

“So, Sam, can I ask you a question?” I propped my chin up with an elbow to the bed.

“Hmm,” he murmured, stroking my bare back.

I took that as consent. “How is it that you’re available to be my sex slave? I would have thought some young thing would have snatched you up by now.”

He choked out a laugh, and the movement caused my body to jerk.

“Sex slave, huh?” I just grinned and he continued, “I don’t think you have an accurate picture of what a cop’s life is like.”

I considered that. “Maybe not, but I’m sure it’s right up there on the fantasy list—you know, the whole hero appeal.”

He raised one eyebrow. “What do you mean, fantasy list?”

“Types of guys women fantasize about. Firefighters, billionaires, cowboys, pro athletes, bikers—police officers are definitely on that list.”

“This explains a lot.” His hand paused mid-caress as a smirk formed on his lips.

“What does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Your choice in dates. The situation is becoming clearer.”

“Oh, that.” I waved him off.

“Yeah, that. Although, I have to imagine dating a cop has fewer disadvantages than dating a drug-dealing biker.”

I smacked his arm and he grabbed my wrist, bringing it above our heads before leaning in for a searing kiss. I completely forgot my train of thought and it was a good fifteen minutes before I was able to take another decent sized breath.

My voice was throaty. “So far, I have to say I’m not seeing the disadvantages. In fact, I’m finding my torrid affair with an officer of the law to be quite extraordinary.” I sifted my fingers through his thick hair and sighed.

“No complaints, huh?” His voice was back to gravel.

“Well, maybe one.” I grinned.

His brows drew tight. “Hey.”

I boldly reached down between us, running my hand along the front of his boxer briefs.

“I see.” He flipped me over and I was suddenly pinned under him, my breasts pressing into his chest. I gasped in surprise.

“Be right back.” He dropped a kiss on my chin and slid off the bed to grab his pants. I realized he was retrieving a condom and it hit me that I hadn’t even thought to prepare myself with protection. Thank God Sam’s brain was working because mine was on hot summer fling vacation.

He was back in seconds and resumed his position over me. “Are you sure about this, Jenna? We can always wait.”

I shook my head fiercely. “I’m absolutely sure.” And I was. I didn’t need to think twice. I had a nice, fun, hot guy in my bed and I was way past due for some fabulous sex.

Sam shucked his boxers and I barely got a glimpse as he applied the condom and wrapped my legs around his thighs with lightning speed. Then his mouth was on mine again as his cock sought entry. I was only too willing. We groaned in unison as he seated himself inside me, and every nerve ending in my body sizzled with electricity. God, it felt freaking fantastic.

Then Sam began to move, and my definition of fantastic was forever changed.

* * *

“Sorry if my timing is inappropriate, but I just have to tell you your ex-husband is the biggest fucking idiot in all of humankind.”

We both lay panting and spent, our bodies coated in a light sheen of sweat. His comment made me start to laugh. I was obviously still high from my multiple orgasms given to me courtesy of my local law enforcement.

“I’ll be sure to tell him you said so.”

“No way.” Sam rolled to face me. “I don’t want to give him cause to come sniffing around again. He blew his chance.”

“Sam,” I began, not wanting to bring the mood down. But he was talking like we were an item now. We weren’t.

He caught himself, as if reading my mind. “I know this is just a short-term thing, but you have to know you’re a knockout, in bed and out.”

That brought what I was sure was a dopey grin to my face. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” I reached a tired hand out and patted him somewhere near his chest.

“You know what they say. When you enjoy your job, the work is easy.” He lay back again and put his hands behind his head.

I glared at him. “So I’m a job now? Like a short-term contract?”

“Not exactly.” He gave a little shrug.

“Better not be,” I warned with a jab to his ribs.

“Ow! No assaulting the officer!”

“Where did your manners run off to? You’re supposed to be the picture of a gentleman. Do I need to call your parents?”

“Oh, they’d love that.” He grinned.

“Maybe I will.”

“Nah. They’d just get their hopes up. They’re not too fond of sharing my relationship status with friends and family. It doesn’t do to have a thirty-eight-year-old son who’s never been married and doesn’t have at least a half-dozen kids running around.”

“Hmm.” It was my turn to tease. “Maybe everybody just assumes you’re gay.”

That caused his eyebrows to shoot up. He shifted his body to hover over me. “Do you need another reminder of my sexual orientation, Ms. Watson?”

“Oh, yes, please, Officer Martinez.” I fake saluted and he suddenly jumped off the bed, hauling me with him. I yelped in surprise.

“It’s off to the showers with you!”

I followed, watching his ass and laughing the whole way. Why hadn’t anyone ever told me sex could be so fun?!