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Excerpt from: Lust detector
Savannah Scott pulled her cherry red Ferrari over the moment she noticed the flashing lights. With her manicured fingernails, she unfastened the top two buttons of her tight knit shirt low enough to show off her lacy red push-up bra. With hurried grace, she checked her lipstick and smoothed a hand over her perfectly coifed hair. From the mirror, she gazed longingly at Officer Downs as he sidled up to her car, dressed in his fitted uniform, his powerful legs well concealed. With a deep breath she put the window down, offering a demure look.
“Afternoon, Officer.”
He nodded, face devoid of any emotion. “Ms. Scott.”
Goose bumps spilled along her skin at the close proximity of his cock, restrained tightly inside his pants, just beyond her door.
Reaching up, he removed his sunglasses, revealing his smouldering brown eyes. Eyes she imagined undressed her every time they had one of their confrontations. And to her delight, there’d been many.
Voice full of sweetness, she prompted him for conversation. “Pleasant day for a drive, don’t you think, Officer?”
He stroked the back of his neck, and switched the weight on his foot, swinging his groin closer in her direction. The gesture alone sent a fresh batch of goose bumps along her skin.
“Yes, it is. But not above the speed limit,” he added huskily. “We both know it’s thirty-five miles per hour through here.”
Savannah toyed with her necklace, the silver pendant circling between her breasts. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s the weather. My air conditioner at home is broken, so I came out here to cool down.” In a quick motion, she swept her hand across her chest and traced the neckline of her shirt, until she hit the swell of her breast.
If her eyes didn’t deceive her, his bulge grew bigger.
From his shirt pocket he pulled out a pad and pen. This would be the tenth ticket she owned with his name scrawled on it. She loved everything about his signature. Strong and stately, the way she pictured him naked.
“I can appreciate your need to cool down, ma’am, but this makes the third time I’ve pulled you over in a week.”
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