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prayed that another car would drive by soon, take in the situation, and stop. But she realized with dismay that not one car had approached the lonely spot thus far.
    The officer’s large hands brushed over the filmy fabric covering her buttocks, and alarm bells went off in her head.
    “Is this the kind of outfit a lady wears to her lawyer’s?”
    “That’s none of your business.”
    His hands continued on a slow, frisking path along her sides. Over her waist. The sides of her breasts. Her armpits. And higher, over her shoulders and along her arms.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” she cried out in panic. She tried, futilely, to squirm free from his imprisoning arms and legs.
    “Full body search.”
    “For what?” Skepticism and outrage had turned her voice shrill.
    He hesitated, then murmured, “Contraband.”
    “I’m going to report you,” she warned.
    “Go right ahead.”
    “This is not standard operating procedure. Believe me, I know lots of cops.”
    He chuckled. “I’ll bet you do, honey.”
    Paula felt his breath against the back of her neck. The hard ridge between his legs pressed against her bottom. The fragrance of a woodsy aftershave drifted around her. Hauntingly familiar, yet different. Evocative of forbidden, secret delights.
    The back of her neck prickled as an elusive memory tugged at the back of her mind.
    Paula pressed her cheek against the roof of the car and spread the palms of her outstretched arms. Perhaps if she didn’t struggle, this whole sordid experience would be over in moments and she could just go home.
    She watched, mesmerized, as the long fingers of his hands skimmed the surface of her bare skin from shoulders to elbows to wrists. For a second, the hands paused, then lay over hers, gently, dwarfing them with their size. Dark skin against light. A leather watchband. A gold wedding band.
    Wedding band!
    Paula blinked and looked again at the hand that rested intimately over hers, then moved to the side. Two gold wedding bands, side by side. Identical.
    Tears filled her eyes as recognition hit her.
    She struggled in earnest now. “Let me go.”
    “Never.”
    “You bastard!” Paula let loose with a number of expletives then, too furious to curb her tongue. She couldn’t stop looking at the two matching wedding rings.
    The cop just laughed softly with appreciation. “I love it when you talk dirty, honey.”
    “Is it worth losing your job?”
    “Yes,” he said without hesitation.
    Paula’s heart skipped a beat at that one simple word. What did he mean?
    Then she couldn’t think at all.
    Outrageously, the policeman swept the long strands of her hair behind her ear, exposing her neck to the nuzzling of his warm lips. He bit the lobe of her ear, softly, and inserted the tip of his tongue in its crevices.
    “Just what kind of search is this?” she choked out.
    “Cavity search,” he growled—a hungry, masculine sound, both threatening and tantalizing—then traced the sensitive whorls with expert precision.
    Paula groaned. Sweet, erotic tingles spread from the teasing movements of his tongue in her ear to her breasts, which swelled and peaked. A dull ache began to grow at the vee of her legs.
    She was no longer frightened of a strange cop. She was frightened of herself and her unwilling surrender to the dangerous, erotic fantasy.
    “You’re going to get arrested,” she gasped as his fingers found her nipples and played with them.
    “Probably.” He didn’t sound at all concerned.
    Impatiently, he tugged her shirt from the waistband of her skirt, and his hands moved up over her bare skin to her lace-covered breasts, molding them to fit his palms, tugging at the nipples, rolling them between his fingers. All the time, he whispered sexy, explicit words in her ears about what he would like to do to her, what he intended to do to her.
    “O-o-oh!”
    Paula’s thighs grew heavy and weak. She almost swooned with the sheer agonizing pleasure that rolled over her body in