Sexy Lexy

Excerpt From: Sexy Lexy

Nothing much ever happened in the small town of Cedar Ridge, where the summer heat took its humid toll on man and beast alike. Joey Hansen, the town's sheriff, didn't think anything of it when he pulled over on to the side of the deserted two—lane highway behind a red Porsche that appeared to be having engine trouble. The sporty car's personalised licence plate, he noted with interest, read SXY LXY. He wasn't expecting anything unusual. He should have known better.

The hood of the red car was up so, when he stepped out from the cruiser, he didn't immediately see anyone. When he rounded the front of the car, he saw a woman, tall and slender, bent over checking something in the engine. She straightened and stood to face him. He'd never seen her before, but something about her made his heart stop for a moment.

There wasn't much of the shiny, gold provocative mini-dress covering her shapely butt. His eyes feasted on her long, long legs, made longer by six-inch high heels. Her toenails were painted crimson red. Sweet mercy, the driver of SXY LXY was more than a man could handle, the equivalent of a pin-up poster on some horny teenage kid's bedroom door. Her sexy blue eyes sparkled and held a bucketful's worth of mischievousness that set his bullshit radar on full alert. Long John immediately came to attention and ached something fierce to get under SXY LXY's dress, which left little to his imagination. The blood roared in his brain. Her hair was true blonde, the silky strands windswept, and her heart-shaped lips were slightly parted. He couldn't have imagined her even in his wildest fantasies. Her breasts were big, and pressed against her bodice. Joey opened his mouth several times, croaked, and helplessly closed it again. How could any woman leave a man tongue—tied and his brain sizzling, incapable of the simplest thought?

"My car," she began, her voice as sultry and beautiful as she was. "There's something wrong with it." Her super—long eyelashes fluttered and veiled her eyes.

Joey found himself holding his breath. His blood pressure was at an all-time high. And he still couldn't speak, but he had to say something. SXY LXY was waiting, her head tilted to one side.

She took the initiative. "Oh, you poor baby. You need some TLC." Closing the distance between them with a couple of quick steps, she reached out and ran a trail of burning fire from his left shoulder to his heart.

She blinked several times. "I'm so glad you came along." She paused and blew out a small sigh. "I love a man in uniform."

Joey managed, "Yeah," in a thin, reedy voice.

"Oh? You don't believe me?" She flicked her gaze, languorous, decadent, playful, over his. Her palm rested over his rapidly beating heart. "It's soooo lonely on this road here. It's almost as if everyone fell asleep."

She wove her fingers down his chest to his belt. Joey held his breath again. SXY LXY could touch him anywhere she desired and he wouldn't be able to stop her.

Even though she was in high heels, the top of her head barely came to the height of his nose. Several times she tapped on his walkie-talkie. "Should I call someone? Maybe the dispatcher?"