Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
It feels like I just glimpsed a softer side of this cocky, six-foot-something police officer.
I’m still on the bench and my discarded panties which he didn’t remove completely because of the restraints, still bunched around my thigh. He stares down at them, a possessive darkness clouding his gaze.
He practically tears the pants off me. I watch, eyes wide and mesmerized, as he doesn't discard them but brings them up to his face.
He shuts his eyes and inhales slowly, as if my scent is something he’s been craving.
“You smell heavenly,” he says, his voice a low, rough growl, his eyes still closed.