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Excerpt:
“License and registration, please.”
At the deep voice, Nicole felt an unexpected shiver.
Her nerve endings stood up and took notice.
There was something achingly familiar about that voice.
Something sexy, that awakened her slumbering libido.
Looking up as she handed over the documents, she tried to
see the man’s features, but with the darkness of night, and
his wide brim on his hat, all she got was a glimpse of a strong
jaw and the briefest dusting of stubble.
“Ms. Johannsen, are you aware you were doing 45 in a 30
mile an hour zone ma’am?”
Not bothering to try lying her way out of it, she
responded simply “Yes sir.”
Her mind raced, trying to figure out what was so familiar
about the cop. When
he turned and walked back to his cruiser, she caught a glimpse
of his butt in her side mirror.
Her pulse fluttered in response.
He had the type of ass a woman could drool over,
especially a sex starved one.
Tight and slightly rounded, he had enough cushion for a
handful of, but not enough to be flabby.
When he climbed into his car, she tried to see his
features, but although there was enough light, the distance
prevented her from seeing more than a hint of his cheekbone.
The view as he walked back towards her was even better.
Watching until the last possible second, she licked her
lips at his deliberate and powerful movements.
He was leashed animal magnetism coupled with a uniform,
and a deep husky voice--the perfect combination.
It was beginning her to drive her nuts, the sensation
that she knew him from somewhere.
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