In Cuffs

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By: The Shires / Sssh.com

Mel looked into Mike's baleful eyes and forced her heart to stop thundering in her chest. Her job was simple - detain the man for violating his parole. It didn't matter that he was the sexiest man in all of New Orleans, with his lean muscles, his slow crooked grin that put the slightest dimple in his left cheek, or his dark waves slipping over his brow and curling around the nape of his neck. And it certainly didn't matter that his bright blue eyes begged her to understand.

She was a professional, and her empty sex life and feral attraction to him wouldn't control her or her impulses.

"My mother's sick, Officer Tomes. I thought she was going to die. I didn't have time for procedure," he stated in his smooth, deep voice, made raspy by the same exhaustion that had his angled cheekbones covered in a day's growth of stubble. It only made the shadows deeper and the lines harsher, adding to his appeal.

Mel shook her head stepping around the desk. She came around and stood directly in front of him, leaning back against the hard surface and crossing her arms. "All you had to do was call me. I would have done the paperwork. I can't overlook this, Mike." The truth was, she didn't want to haul him into a jail cell. She wanted to haul him home, where she could take him to bed and let him ravage her.

But that wasn't the point.

He sighed and threw up his hands. "Isn't there anything I can do to make this go away? Look, nothing happened. I didn't fly, I didn't rent a car. There's no record of it anywhere."

He was right, but that didn't matter. The hard, cold fact was that he'd crossed not just county but state lines without proper notification, and if anyone found out that she's allowed it without turning him in, it was Mel who would suffer most. She liked her job, and she didn't want to lose it. "I'm sorry." She swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the way the sleeves of his T-shirt stretched almost to the point of tearing around his tatted biceps.

From the way the corner of his mouth tilted upward and his eyes twinkled, she failed miserably. He sat forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees so his face was inches from hers. "Come on, Officer Tomes, I know there's something I can do for you, get for you, that would make you supremely happy." His gaze dropped to her chest, and she tried not to notice the way her skin tingled at the meaningful look he gave her. "Maybe a necklace, with a tear drop diamond." He licked his lips, and Mel held back a groan. Those lips!

Focusing, she raised an eyebrow in question. "Are you offering me stolen merchandise?"

"Would I be that forward?" He stood, towering over her with his delicious height, and she could feel the heat coming off his body, they were so close. Her breath came fast and sharp, and she tried to concentrate on his patronizing tone. "Come on, Tomes. You know I maintain my innocence in all this. But I do have access to some very beautiful, very expensive jewelry." He inhaled deeply, as if smelling her, and met her gaze with a cocky one of his own. "Or maybe you have something a little more personal in mind."

Mel's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't be that transparent, could she? And she certainly wasn't going to accept any favors in exchange for ignoring the law. "Mike, I..." Her words faltered as his hand grabbed her waist and hauled her away from the desk, pulling her body against his. She felt that aching twinge between her thighs at the sensation of his hard body pressed against hers from knee to chest, her eyes barely at shoulder level. She could feel every plane and angle, and it sent her senses into overdrive. "Admit it. You've wanted to handcuff me and take advantage of me since the first time I walked into your office. And I won't lie, I've thought about stripping you down and running my tongue over every inch of your body for just as long."

"This is extremely inappropriate," Mel said, intending to sound chiding and authoritative. But her voice came out raspy, almost sultry. She winced at her own weakness. "I'm your parole officer."

He lowered his head so his mouth touched her ear, and his breath hissed along her neck, beneath the ponytail at the nape of her neck. She shivered involuntarily at the way it brushed over her skin and raised goosebumps on her flesh. She fisted her hands against the urge to touch him as he whispered, "That doesn't change your attraction to me, and it only makes you hotter. The forbidden fruit."

Who was this guy? A criminal poet? Her resolve was crumbling, and Mel had to do something to stop this madness. Lifting her hands, she pressed them against his chest to push him away, but as her fingertips fell on the solid planes of his chest, she halted, wanting to dig her nails in, grab onto his shirt, and pull him tighter to her. He smelled like coconut and sunshine, and that didn't ease her need to touch him.

As if taking her touch as an invitation, his other arm curled around her, his hand dropping to her ass and pressing her hips closer so she could feel his arousal. His cock was hard as stone and stood tall and thick inside those jeans that hugged his thighs and the swell of his ass. "Just give in. Everything will work out in the end."

Mel opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with his lips, those delectable lips, his tongue sweeping between and flicking against her teeth. She moaned at the taste of him, coffee and cinnamon and testosterone. Her body tensed, and moisture poured from her core. She didn't think she'd ever wanted anyone this badly before, and she was losing her internal battle quickly.

He moved her back a step so she leaned against the desk, her back bowed slightly and her neck stretched as he deepened the kiss. She opened to him, god help her, and like a woman in heat, she met his fervor with her own. Their tongues collided, and she sighed into his mouth as her conscience gave up the fight.

Her

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Notes Mel looked into Mike's baleful eyes and forced her heart to stop thundering in her chest. Her job was simple - detain the man for violating his parole. It didn't matter that he was the sexiest man in all of New Orleans, with his lean muscles, his slow crooked grin that put the slightest dimple in his left cheek, or his dark waves slipping over his brow and curling around the nape of his neck. And it certainly didn't matter that his bright blue eyes begged her to understand...
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