Alan Perfect Alignment

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 661-000010344-7
Verlag: Second Shift Publishing
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection

E-Book, Englisch, Band 2, 202 Seiten

Reihe: Perfect Fit

When Emma gets pulled over for speeding, the last thing she expects is for the cop to decide that his handcuffs would look a lot better on her than they do on his belt. Maybe her plan to own her sexuality by wearing a BDSM necklace wasn't her best idea. Then again, seeing the heat in the man's eyes as he orders her out of her car, maybe it was the best idea she's ever had.
Drew can't believe the risk he takes when he makes a move on the speeder in the convertible, but she's damn near irresistible. When their encounter turns into an amazing afternoon of play, he knows he has to keep seeing her, even if it goes against all the rules he's set for himself.
Neither Emma nor Drew is in the right place to start a relationship, so they agree to keep playing as long as they're having fun together. And they are having a lot of fun together, especially when Drew's best friend comes to town. Two men, one woman, and a sailboat. A recipe for pleasure, but how do Emma and Drew keep their hearts from wanting more than their practical lives are willing to deliver?
Perfect Alignment can be read by itself. It is not necessary to read the series to enjoy this book.
Perfect Fit Series:
Book 1 - Perfect Formation
Book 2 - Perfect Alignment
Book 2.5 - Perfect Stranger
Book 3 - Perfect Addition

Autoren/Hrsg.

Alan, Kb

Leseproben

Chapter One
Late the next morning, Emma was on her way. She’d tossed and turned all night, like a kid who couldn’t sleep before going to Disneyland. She laughed as she put her suitcase in the trunk. She wouldn’t mind a visit to that park, but she was much more excited to be going where she was. Not just to Boston, but to the club she’d found, filled with people like her. And sex. Stupid sex. Wonderful, glorious sex. Damn annoying, complicated sex. Because she couldn’t be simple. No, not Emma Lee. She had to go and get herself caught up in something fringe. Something alternative. It had taken her a long time to figure out that there was a name for the thing she wanted. Submission. She swallowed hard just thinking the word. Claiming it for herself. She’d stumbled around, finding some books, some sites on the internet. Finally, two years ago, she’d made it to a club she liked in Boston—Apex. And she’d found home. Well, not completely, but it had been so much closer to what she wanted, what she needed, than she’d ever found before, that it had taken her a while to realize it wasn’t quite everything she dreamed of. The club scene was fun. It was entertaining and it was hot. It was empowering. But she found it nearly impossible to actually form a relationship with anyone. There were lots of reasons, but one of the biggest was distance. The three-hour drive didn’t work well with her busy school, homework and work schedule. Normally she stayed with her friend Stephanie, but this time she’d found an online hotel deal and had treated herself. In the last year, she’d made the trip only twice, which was why she was heading there as the first part of her vacation. She was horny as hell. Laughing at herself, she turned up the radio. The sun was shining, but not terribly bright, and the wind from the open top kept things cool. She’d chosen to take a back road rather than the highway, and had hit a long, solitary stretch. There was no one else in sight, only the occasional small side streets and driveways shooting off to either side of the road. Her foot pressed down harder on the pedal and she yanked the ponytail holder out of her hair. The wind whipped the fine strands in a massaging caress, the sun warmed her cheeks and she sang along to the music at the top of her lungs. At the bleep of a siren, her foot eased off the gas before her brain caught up to the situation. Shit. She looked down at the speedometer and groaned when she saw it was at fifty, despite the fact she’d already slowed down some. Easing off even more, she flipped the blinker on and looked in the rearview mirror. The cop car was exactly what she’d expected to see. Sighing, she eased onto the side of the road and came to a stop. Well, she wasn’t going to let this ruin her vacation. She’d been having fun, and if she had to pay a little bit more for the privilege, so be it. When the officer approached her door, she smiled up at him. “Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away.” “Yes, ma’am. License, insurance and registration, please.” She pulled the rental car paperwork from the center console and handed it to him, then grabbed her wallet out of her purse and gave him the insurance card and her driver’s license. He didn’t say anything else as he walked back to his car, so she just leaned her head against the headrest and watched his ass in the side mirror. It was a mighty fine ass. Fifteen minutes passed quickly, spent daydreaming about men in uniforms. The cop returned, handing her back everything and giving her a ticket to sign. She did as he asked and returned it to him with a bright smile. “Thanks.” His lips twitched a bit, but he didn’t say anything. Returning her cards to her wallet, she was surprised when he didn’t leave. She zipped her purse closed and looked back at him. His expression, which had been casually stern before, was now hard. And…heated? Surely she was mistaken. “Ma’am, I’d like you to step out of the car.” She blinked as he pulled on the handle, opening her door wide. “Um. Okay.” She unbuckled the seat belt and eased out of the convertible, carefully ensuring the long skirt of her dress covered everything it should. He gestured for her to walk to the shoulder of the road. Nerves began to dance through her stomach as he led her to the back door of his cruiser. She noted the car read “Jackson”, so she’d only gone about forty miles from home before getting into trouble. “Turn around.” Her stomach was a hard knot as she obeyed, turning back to face him. “Lace your fingers behind your neck.” What the fuck? Slowly, she did as he’d ordered. She waited, but he didn’t say anything else, just stared at her. It took her a minute to realize that he’d told her to put her hands behind her neck, rather than on her head, like the TV cops did. The position was so familiar to her she hadn’t given it any thought. She blinked and looked at him again. He’d taken his sunglasses off and his eyes were steady on hers. And they were hot. Ohhhh. He must have seen the moment she began to get it, because he moved. Smoothly he put one hand on his gun holster, unclipped it from his belt, reached through his open window and put it into his glove box. She could hear the key turn, locking, then the clink of the keys as they dropped down onto the car seat. Other than a few quick glances at what he was doing, he kept his eyes on her. Once that was done, he released her gaze and made a visual inspection of her body. She watched his eyes lower to her neck, where they studied her necklace for a beat, then lower. Her nipples tightened under his scrutiny and she was glad she was wearing a bra. Or, maybe not. Finally he returned his look to her face and took two steps closer. His body heat enveloped her and she had to fight not to lean forward the fraction it would take to touch his chest with her breasts. He was only a little taller than her, just enough that she was staring at his mouth until she lifted her chin a bit. “Are your arms tired?” he asked, his voice soft but no less commanding than before. “Yes, Sir.” “But you’ll leave them there for me, won’t you? For a little while longer?” “Yes, Sir.” He stepped back again, three full paces, and she had to fight not to whimper. “This is a bad idea.” She blinked. Whatever she’d expected him to say or do next, that wasn’t it. But he was right. “For both of us,” she agreed. The sexual tension didn’t go away, but her mind cleared a bit and she focused on the reality of the situation, rather than the fantasy-like haze she’d let herself fall into. This wasn’t the club, wasn’t a pre-established scene. She didn’t know this man, wasn’t in a safe place, surrounded by people she trusted. And surely it was the kind of thing he could get fired for. He was trusting her not to cry foul to the authorities. “You’d be a fool to do this.” “So would you.” She gave him the safe words from the club. “I know when to say red and yellow.” Forcing herself to meet his eyes, to show him she was sure, she begged him with a whisper. “Please.” He cursed and stepped forward. His large hands came up to bracket her wrists and ease her arms down to the small of her back. One hand held her wrists steady while the other came up to her cheek. His thumb brushed along her jaw line, teased her lower lip, then he dropped his hand down to finger her necklace. “And green?” he asked, his gaze intent. She nodded and gave him the word that would let him know it was okay to proceed. “Yes. Green.” “Follow me,” he snapped. Drew took her hand in his and practically towed the lovely siren to her car, gently pushed her into the driver’s seat and stalked back to his cruiser. He shouldn’t let her drive, but they were only going a mile down a back county road, and taking her away from her car wasn’t safe for her. He couldn’t seem to stop himself, couldn’t seem to let logic overcome his desires. And fuck, he desired. He’d just come home from a long shift and stopped at the end of his driveway to get the mail when a car had blown past him, going too fast. Reversing quickly he’d been shocked to find himself smiling at the sight of the black hair streaming in the wind, the face turned up to the sun, and the pouty lips he glimpsed in the rearview mirror, singing enthusiastically. When he’d gotten to her door, he’d been expecting attitude. Or nerves. Those were the normal reactions to being pulled over. But no, not this one. She’d smiled up at him, bright with a touch of apology, and not a single hint of complaint. He’d thought maybe she was about to turn on the charm, try to flirt her way out of the ticket. The brief consideration he’d given the idea had pissed him off, but no. She hadn’t flirted, hadn’t teased. Hadn’t done anything but wait patiently for him to return. And the whole time he was running her on the car computer, he was seeing that necklace of hers in his mind. He knew what it meant. And his cock was telling him it had been far, far too long since he’d gone into the city to satisfy his needs. Needs he found too dark to attempt to meet in the small town...