Police Officer Romance Books Novels & 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.

he murmurs, kissing my neck. “Don't take me to jail, baby. Keep me.” He got up from my body, didn't say anything. I started dressing up, pulling up my pants as he zipped his trousers that were stained with his cùm. You're mine now, Officer Hottie,” I got closer to him and kissed him, moaning in his mouth as I deepened the kiss, my cuffs dangling. Blue-red lights flashed. “Shít!” he pushed me down. Two cops rushed up, then one shouted, “Blowjob again on duty, Raymond?”

Sirens showed up faster than I expected. They always do at Fitz's, apparently, some kind of arrangement with the place being three blocks from the station. I got cuffed before I even fully registered what my knuckles looked like, split open, throbbing, worth it. Marcus got cuffed too, still running his mouth even as an officer walked him toward the car, which honestly, at this point, I respected the commitment. The ride to the station was quiet except for Marcus mouthing off from the other side of the car until an officer told him to shut it. I stared out the window and thought about absolutely nothing, which was new for me, considering how loud my head had been for the last several hours st

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

That's going to make me your favorite customer of the day. "Well, we caught your dad and Audrey making out in the parking lot," I said slowly. "Seriously?" He stopped with a hammer gripped in his hand, as though he had completely forgotten about it. "Yeah, I felt like a cop at Lover's Lane. He had his hand down her shirt and everything," I replied. "That is so awesome! And gross! So gross. But awesome!" he said, laughing and making a face at the idea. I chuckled as well, glad to have found a safe topic. "So, what is the next step of Operation Love?"

The occasion from eight years ago flitted into my mind. 'A palm slid Into mine with soft precision, intertwining our fingers. ''Why do you always do that?'' I asked, motioning to our hands, an involuntary blush coating my cheeks. Blue eyes met mine, the seriousness in them robbing me of breath. "They say our fates are written on our palms. I want ours to intertwine in every way possible, Marena." Sigh. He'd always said the sweetest things. But accusing me to be the spawn of a murderer wasn't sweet.

And with a little spice of lies, he attracts stupid officers to exchange stories about the pleasures of groping the bodies of innocent country girls. Unexpectedly, it turned out that the police officer responded with great enthusiasm, and instead continued to rant about his prowess in ensnaring naive village women. Calvin thought at the time, what a fool this police officer is. He didn't even know if a safety pin sticking out of his trouser pocket had been stolen by him. Calmly he continued to listen to the stupid officer chatter about his disgusting manhood. After the officer ran out of stories to tell and walked back to his office, only then did he begin his action to open his cell.

And she couldn't get enough of him. I wish he could stay all day, and what? wake up Blair, he's a cop. You need to keep your distance... "I will go, and yes... you're holding me back, in a good way Blair. I like it. Text me okay?" His words made her happy, she was feeling like one of those characters that she would read on her kindle. She was a sucker for romance books, her marriage was supposed to be her ever after as the books had recited over and over again. But it was her tragedy, there won't be a happy ending with her. Not even with Ian.

Together, we form an unlikely trio—Ron, the determined husband seeking the truth; Fulu, the investigator with a knack for uncovering hidden connections; and me, Divine, caught between the love for my family and the need for justice. As we delve deeper into our case, we stumble upon a twist that could rival any crime novel. The motive behind the sudden police interest begins to take shape, and we find ourselves entangled in a web of revenge, power plays, and long-buried secrets. It's as if we've stumbled into a real-life thriller, with Fulu leading us through clues like a master detective.

“What do you think?” Casper frowned and held Summer tighter in his arms. “I do mind, and I think it bothers Summer very much too.” “Oh, are you in a relationship now, Officer Synder? I thought you would never get in a relationship, and you would spend your whole life working on cases." Azula said ruefully. Casper tightened his grip, and his body stiffened in an obvious manner. “That was because I hadn’t met someone right. There are no rules stating that a police officer isn’t allowed to date.”