One Night in His Custody (MF)

Shades of Love 1

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 22,190
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When Olivia Fitzgerald gets a bit tipsy on a friend's hen night, the last thing she expects is trouble with a policeman. Even worse, the policeman is her ex, Michael Williams. Michael stops her from getting arrested and insists on seeing her home. Olivia can't resist the urge to ask the question that has haunted her since they split—why did he never have sex with her?

Michael just wants to get Olivia home without revealing that he is still in love with her. But Olivia ends up in his arms, begging him to take her to bed. He doesn't want to reject her again, even if he is on duty, but he just can't imagine a good girl like Olivia allowing him to do the dirty things he'd always longed to do with her.

Can he dare to hope she might still love him after she spends one night in his custody?

Be Warned: light BDSM, spanking

One Night in His Custody (MF)
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One Night in His Custody (MF)

Shades of Love 1

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 22,190
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His hands began to move in slow, soothing circles, reminding her of the gentle and respectful way he used to touch her all those years ago, usually after he'd rejected her latest attempt to get him to have sex with her. Each time he'd sworn he wanted her just as badly, but thought they should wait until after they were married. Olivia had never had the chance to find out if he'd told her the truth because they never made it to the altar.

So he's rejecting me again? A wave of anger chased away her tears. The naive nineteen-year-old he used to know would have let him get away with it, but she didn't exist anymore. In her place stood a slightly drunk, totally pissed off, and now, mildly horny thirty-year-old who would hang up her Jimmy Choos in shame forever if she didn't give him something to remember her by before he disappeared out of her life again.

She grabbed his helmet off his head and ran farther into the house, flying up the stairs with an agility she wouldn't have thought herself capable of. Olivia heard his curse behind her and the sound of his boots hitting the tile. For one awful moment she thought he was leaving, but then she heard her front door close and heavy footsteps getting closer.

She tiptoed into the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so he would know where to find her when he came to look for her. Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the straps on her bodysuit, barely managing to slip them off her shoulders it and let the outfit fall to the floor. The underwear she had on wasn't her sexiest, or even that nice, but if she got her way he would rip it off anyway, so it was probably for the best. Olivia ruffled her hair, plonked his helmet on her head and put her hands on her hips just as the door began to creak open.

Michael froze in the doorway, his hand wrapped around the handle. The trembling in her knees got stronger as the seconds ticked by and neither of them moved. Her nerves dissipated when she heard him suck in a raspy breath, and he blinked a couple of times, as if not believing what he was seeing. Finally, he spoke.

“Give me back my helmet.” His voice held an edge that she would never have dared challenge in the past, but things were different now. He didn't intimidate her like he used to.

“Make me.”

Michael released his grip on the door knob and took a step towards her, a small grin creasing his cheek but doing little to disguise the tension evident on his face. “You don't know what you're asking for.”

The subtle threat in his words and the power radiating from him, made the breath still in her chest. But she wasn't scared ... she was more turned on that she had ever been in her life. The memory of him manhandling her earlier, and the little fantasy she'd indulged in regarding his handcuffs, sprang in to her mind. The reaction of her body made it crystal clear, even to her intoxicated brain, that she still wanted Michael, but not in the gentle way she used to fantasize about as a kid. She wanted him to take her. She wanted him to make her do things. And not to stop doing them even if she begged him to.

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