
Security Risk
By Paige Tyler
Copyright © 2011 by Paige Tyler
All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the author.
Cover Design by Rae Monet
Other Books by Paige Tyler
Dead Sexy
Ghost Hunter
Good Cop, Bad Girl
Mr. Right-Now
Just Right
Erotic Exposure
Unmasked
Sexy Secret Santa
If You Dare
Animal Attraction
Animal Instinct
Librarian By Day
Protective Custody
Vampire 101
Samantha and the Detective
Kayla and the Rancher
The Magic Spell
The Ambassador's Daughter
Not the Man She Thought
Nosy By Nature
The Cutler Brothers Series (Cade, Madoc and The Cutler Brides)
Spicing Up Her Marriage
Taking Her Friend's Advice
It's Just a Job
All She Wants for Christmas
The Trouble with New Year's Resolutions
Austin Malone, Private Eye
The Girl Next Door
Caught Red-Handed
Bridezilla
A Date for the Wedding
With special thanks to my extremely patient and understanding husband, without whose help and support I couldn't have pursued my dream job of becoming a writer. You're my sounding board, my idea man, my critique partner, and the absolute best research assistant any girl could ask for!
Thank you.
Security Risk
Why read a magazine while waiting for your plane to board, when you can have a kinky quickie with a gorgeous officer of the law instead?
Magazine columnist Lake Cooper is shocked when the hot cop working with airport security announces he has to search her bag. Suddenly, the fantasy she had a few minutes earlier of the gorgeous Officer Shane Nelson "arresting" her isn't quite so exciting. When he takes her into a private room to open her suitcase, she's embarrassed to discover she accidentally tried to board the plane with the bag of sex toys she's supposed to review instead of her carry-on.
Shane pulls one sex toy after another out of the bag, asking Lake what makes each one worthy of a high mark on her rating scale. As the conversation heats up, it's obvious the sexy stud with the handcuffs is coming onto her.
More than a little attracted to him, she suggests they set up a date when she gets back so he can help her test out the newest batch of vibrators for review. She surprised when he instead proposes they try them out right then and there. She eagerly agrees and soon they're trying out not only the vibrator, but a leather paddle and his police-issued handcuffs, too!
Lake Cooper tugged her overnight bag higher up on her shoulder and shifted to her other foot. God, how she hated going through airport security. Between the slow-moving line and overly suspicious agents from the Transportation Security Administration eyeing everyone as if they were terrorists, it was enough to set anyone on edge. She was determined not to let it get to her, though. She was headed out of town to visit her old college roommate for the weekend and didn't want to show up in a foul mood. Especially since the whole purpose of visiting was to put her in a better frame of mind in the first place. After kicking out the jackass formerly known as her boyfriend, she'd been irritable lately. This weekend was all about relaxing, having fun and maybe hooking up with a hot guy for some pulse-pounding meaningless nookie.
Ignoring the urge to glance at her watch, she looked down the line to see how many people were in front of her and did a double take when she caught sight of a cop standing in back of the TSA agents. Tall with short, dark hair and a chiseled jaw, he had soulful brown eyes and a wide, sensuous mouth. Not to mention impossibly broad shoulders and biceps that just begged a woman to wrap her hand around them and squeeze. Damn, he was gorgeous. Why couldn't she have been dating someone like him instead of the jerk she'd been with?
She wondered what the cop was doing at the airport. The way he scanned the crowd made her think he was looking for someone. Maybe he was there to catch a fugitive trying to flee the country. Or maybe he was there to apprehend her because she was so sexy it had to be criminal. She shook her head, almost laughing at her silliness. More likely, he was there as added security.
But then his dark eyes met hers and held her gaze captive for one long, heart-stopping moment, and she found herself wishing she was right about him being there to arrest her. Just the thought of him putting her in handcuffs and having his way with her was enough to make heat pool between her thighs.
Lake bit her lip to stifle a moan and quickly looked away. She really needed to get laid. The lack of nookie was making her want to invite every cute guy she met into her bed. It didn't help she wrote about sex toys for a living. Most women didn't think about sex all day at work, but she thought about it nonstop. She was always turned on. And thanks to a certain hunky cop, her imagination was now running wild with all sorts of erotic fantasies involving him using some of her favorite toys on her.
Unable to help herself, she snuck a glance his way again. She'd always had a thing for a man in uniform, and he looked damn good in one. She especially liked the way his shirt stretched tight across his wide chest. She was just picturing what he looked like underneath it when he looked over at her. Although she was a touch embarrassed to be caught staring, she didn't look away. She couldn't. The smolder in his gaze was hypnotizing.
She didn't even realize the line in front of her was moving until the elderly woman behind her gave her an impatient nudge with an elbow. Her face coloring, Lake hurried forward and set her carry-on bag on the conveyer belt along with her purse and low-heeled sandal. She stepped through the metal detector, expecting to pick up her things on the other side. Instead, she had to stand and wait while the couple ahead of her grabbed their stuff.
That was when she noticed a half dozen TSA agents behind the table gathered around the x-ray machine. From the intent looks on their faces, it was obvious they'd found something in a bag that shouldn't be there. She rolled her eyes. Some idiot had probably left a nail file in their carry-on. When were people going to learn they couldn't bring stuff like that on the plane?
Behind the counter, the handsome cop she'd been eyeing earlier walked over to take a look at the x-ray machine himself. While it gave her a closer view of all that scrumptious maleness, it also made her a bit nervous. If he was looking at whatever was in there that carefully, it probably meant it was something dangerous. But to her surprise, he didn't call for backup or instruct everyone to clear the area. Instead, he calmly spoke in low tones to the TSA agents, who started up the conveyer belt again.
The couple in front of Lake had finally picked up their belongings and left. She moved forward to collect her own things from the conveyer belt, but the hunky police officer stepped up and put his hand on her suitcase before she could reach for it.
"Is this your bag, Ma'am?"
His voice was soft and sinfully sexy, and it took Lake a moment to find her own. "Yes, it is."
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to search it. I'll have to ask you to come with me."
Search her bag? Lake frowned in confusion. Then her eyes went wide as sudden realization dawned on her. It was her bag he and the TSA agents had been looking at so intently before. But she didn't have anything in there except a couple changes of clothes, her toiletries and some make-up. Certainly not anything dangerous. This had to be a joke.
But Officer---she glanced at the tag above his shirt pocket for his name---Nelson didn't look like he was joking. In fact, he looked dead serious.
"Ma'am?" he prompted when she didn't move.
Lake nodded. "Y-yes. Of course."
Quickly grabbing her shoes, she slipped them on, then slung her purse over her shoulder. She was keenly aware of everyone looking at her as she followed him out of the security area and down a long hallway. Great. They probably thought she was smuggling drugs or something. If she wasn't so damn nervous, she would have been embarrassed as hell. Right now, though, she was more concerned about what the gorgeous Officer Nelson intended to do with her. Suddenly, that earlier fantasy about him arresting her wasn't so exciting. What if someone had slipped something in her bag when she wasn't looking? She could end up in jail.
There were several doors along the hallway and he led her to one halfway down on the right, motioning her inside. She nervously tucked her long, dark hair behind her ear and looked around the room as he closed the door behind them. The institutional-style table and two straight-backed chairs reminded her of the interrogation rooms on the cop shows. All it was missing was one of those spotlight lamps. Her stomach churned. Maybe she should ask for a lawyer. She ran through every police procedural show she'd seen on television, but couldn't remember this situation ever coming up.
Officer Nelson walked over and set her bag down on the table, then folded his arms across his broad chest and leveled his golden-brown gaze at her. Up close like this, he was even taller than she'd realized. Six-four at least, maybe even six-five.
"May I see your ticket?" he asked.
"Of c-course."
She pulled the folio out of her purse and handed it to him. He studied the ticket for a moment, then looked at her.
"Can I ask where you're headed today, Ms. Cooper?"
"I'm going to visit a friend."
He lifted a brow. "A boyfriend?"
She frowned. She hadn't expected that to be his next question. "No. Just my old college roommate. Is that important?"
His mouth quirked. "Considering what we saw in your bag on the x-ray, it was a natural assumption. Though I suppose I shouldn't be assuming anything."
Okay, now she was even more baffled. What the heck was in her carry-on that made him think she was going to see a guy? More importantly, why had it prompted him to ask to search the darn thing?
"What did you see in my bag?" she asked.
He didn't answer, but just unzipped the bag and pulled it open. Lake stepped closer to get a better look, and gasped. Instead of clothes, toiletries and make-up, it was filled with the sex toys she'd brought home from work that afternoon to review. She must have been in such a hurry that she'd picked up the wrong bag.
She lifted her gaze to find him regarding her with what looked like amusement in his whiskey-colored eyes, and she flushed hotly. She was pretty sure having a bag full of sex toys wasn't a crime, so she didn't think she was in any real trouble. She supposed she could see how all the wires and batteries would set off alarm bells with the TSA agents. Then again, what if they thought she was some kind of a pervert trafficking illicit sex toys across state lines? Was that a crime?
"This isn't what you think," she said.
"No? What is it then?"
Her color deepened. Since when did she blush so much, dammit? She was a mature, intelligent woman who made a living writing about dildos and vibrators. There was no reason to be embarrassed. "I review sex toys for a woman's magazine. The bag I use for my carry-on is identical to this one. I must have grabbed it by mistake."
He gave her a skeptical look. "You review sex toys for a living?"
She nodded.
The edge of his mouth quirked. "You're telling me you get paid to do that?"
Oh yeah, he was definitely amused. But also intrigued, she realized, if the way he was looking at her was any indication. The words "sex toys" could do that. Her pulse skipped a beat at the glint in his eye. Was Officer Nelson flirting with her?
"Actually, I get paid very well to do it."
He grunted in reply, but didn't say anything. She watched as he reached into the bag and pulled out the first box he came to---a glass dildo. Thick and curvy, it resembled an octopus tentacle complete with two rows of smooth little nubs along either side of it. The dildo had caught her attention when she'd first seen it, too. Guess they had the same tastes.
She waited for him to remark on it, but he merely studied the sex toy.
"I've heard the texture of the nubs provides an incredible sensation," she said, feeling the need to say something. "Or so the manufacturer claims. I haven't tried it yet."
Lake groaned inwardly. Okay, maybe she probably shouldn't have said that. She had a bad habit of babbling when she was nervous, though. Or off her game. And right now, this hot cop definitely had her off her game. It was as if being in the same room with all that potent masculinity was making her high or something because she couldn't seem to think clearly. She could blame that on her sexual dry spell, too.
He eyed her speculatively. "So, how exactly do you go about reviewing this stuff."
"How?" She reached up to nervously tuck her hair behind her ear again. She hadn't been prepared for that question. "Um, the usual way. I try out the dildo or vibrator or whatever it is, then give my opinion."
His mouth curved. "Your boyfriend must like that."
This was the second time he'd mentioned a boyfriend. Was that his way of asking if she was involved with someone? "I don't have a boyfriend."
Officer Nelson made no comment, but she could tell from his expression he was pleased to hear it. She was definitely glad to be unattached at the moment because it was quite obvious he was coming on to her.
He regarded the glass dildo in his hand again. "What else does the manufacturer have to say about this little toy?"
That was an invitation if she'd ever heard one. But did she really want to date a guy she'd just met at an airport security checkpoint? She chewed on her lower lip as she considered that. If they'd met at a club, she would have been all over him. What was the difference? She'd already been on her way out of town to have some fun. Why wait when she'd found a perfectly willing guy right here? They wouldn't be able to get together until she got back, but at least they could set up a date.
She abruptly realized she hadn't answered his question. She tried to remember what she'd read on the package for the dildo. If she were writing a review, she'd simply paraphrase what the manufacturer said. But that could end up sounding like a user's manual. She needed to come up with something sexy and flirtatious, something that would let him know she was interested. Thinking was difficult to do with him standing so close, however, and it took her longer collect her thoughts than it should have.
She wet her lips. "Well, the fact that glass holds its temperature extremely well is very important. To women, anyway."
He turned it first one way, then the other. "Is it?"
"Uh-huh." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave him her best sultry look. "If you put it in the fridge or a bowl of hot water before playing with it, the added sensation is quite...stimulating."
His eyes locked with hers. "Really? How interesting. I'll have to remember that."
Lake's pussy tingled at the look in his eye as he said the words. She squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache there. Writing about sex toys in a magazine was one thing, but discussing the nuances of a glass dildo with a man she'd just met---especially one who was as hot and tempting as Officer Nelson---was another. In fact, it was unbelievably arousing. When she finally got around to trying out this batch of toys, her fantasies were going to be off the charts.
She thought that would be the end of their risqué conversation, but he placed the box with the dildo on the table and reached into the bag again. This time he came out with an oval, leather paddle. He studied it for a moment, then smacked it experimentally against his palm, a mischievous gleam in his eye.
"This might be a little difficult to try out by yourself," he said. "Unless you get creative, I suppose."
So, he still wanted to flirt some more. She was okay with that. "I can get very creative when I have to, but even I have to admit, paddles work best when there are two people involved."
"It sounds as if you have quite a bit of experience," he observed. "Have you reviewed a lot of them?"
"I wouldn't say a lot," she admitted. "Fortunately, the last time I reviewed one, I was seeing a guy who was more than willing to help me with my research."
He regarded her in silence, and she wondered if he was thinking about spanking her himself. The image that flashed into her head of being draped over his knee while he reddened her ass was so sexy she almost let out a moan.
"What did you think of it?" he asked.
"The paddle or the spanking?"
"Both."
She hesitated. Up to this point, the conversation had been hypothetical, but now they were verging into a whole different area. He was asking her to divulge a sexual secret. Was she willing to do that?
She gazed into his soulful brown eyes and decided the answer to that question was a resounding yes.
"The spanking was a huge turn-on, but the paddle we used was rather heavy for my taste," she said. "I prefer one that has more sting to it, and less thud."
She couldn't believe she'd just said that. What was she thinking? At least she hadn't admitted spanking had become her favorite form of foreplay. That would have been way too much information. The conversation was already veering into dangerously erotic territory as it was. Any more talk about spanking and how aroused she got from it, and she might jump him right there. It didn't seem like he considered her to be a security risk any longer, but if she physically threw him down on the table and climbed on top of him, that could change.
Officer Nelson's mouth curved into a smile. "Yet another important piece of information to store away for a late date."
Date. She liked the sound of that.
He set the implement down beside the dildo and dug around in the bag for another toy. Lake held her breath, waiting to see what he was going to take out next. She tried to remember everything she'd thrown in the bag. To the best of her recollection, there should be another dildo---a curvy G-spot one---a set of ben-wa balls, two different vibrators---one traditional and one U-shaped so that it could be used during sex---a set of lickable dessert-flavored massage oils and a pair of vibrating panties. There might be something else, but she wasn't sure.
When she saw the small, square package in his hand, she immediately knew which he'd picked.
"What about these?" he asked.
"Those are ben-wa balls."
"I know what they are." His mouth twitched. "I was asking if you'd reviewed them yet."
"Oh." Duh. Of course he knew what they were. "I haven't reviewed those particular ben-wa balls, but I've tried others."
"There's more than one kind?"
"Of course. They come in all different shapes and sizes, as well as different materials."
"Really? And what did you think about the ones you tried out?"
"I thought they were...stimulating."
Just like this conversation, she thought in amusement. Nothing like some good sexual banter to get a woman aroused.
"Don't you have to worry about them falling out?" he asked.
She almost laughed. "Not if you're tight and have really strong muscles down there."
So much for not verging into dangerously erotic territory. She had completely crossed the border and was standing smack dab in the middle of the place.
"Sounds as if they're fun for the woman. Kind of boring for her partner, though," he pointed out.
"They can get a woman excited for the main event, but I understand what you mean," she said. "That's why I usually only give them a four out of ten on the orgasameter."
His brow furrowed. "Orgasameter?"
"It's the scale I came up with to rate how good the sex toys are."
He was silent as he considered that. "What do you base it on?"
"How strong an orgasm I have, of course."
"Of course. Not very scientific, but it makes complete sense. Have you ever rated a toy a perfect ten?"
Man, this conversation was getting hotter by the second. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. "I haven't given anything a ten yet. I'm leaving that spot open for when I come across something that really rocks my world."
His gaze was lazy as it roamed over her. "And what would it take to rock your word?"
Someone tall, dark and handsome equipped with a gorgeous body and a big, hard cock would certainly do it.
"That's tough to answer since I haven't found it yet. I'll know it when I see it, though. It will have to be something that makes me orgasm so hard I'll forget every other climax I've ever had."
He let out a soft, sexy chuckle. "I don't think any toy is going to be able to do that."
"Probably not. But I'm always looking. A couple of vibrators have come close, though."
His mouth curved. "That's your sex toy of choice, then."
"Most definitely."
"What is it about vibrators that put them near the top of your orgasameter?"
She couldn't believe how nonchalant he was about vibrators. Most men she'd met were so intimidated by the thought of women using vibrators that they treated the little technological marvels like they were some kind of evil creation.
"Most sex toys---like dildos---take a lot of effort," she said. "With a vibrator, I can relax and let it do all the work. I can completely immerse myself in whatever fantasy I'm having and focus on the orgasm. Or orgasms, if it's a really good vibrator."
He considered that. "But you still have to hold the vibrator just like you would a dildo."
"I agree that can sometimes be a distraction."
"It'd be better if someone held it for you then, wouldn't it?"
She felt color tint her cheeks. "I haven't found many men who are comfortable with a woman whisking out a vibrator in bed."
"Then you haven't been in bed with the right man."
Her breath hitched. That was one opening she couldn't ignore. "Officer Nelson, are you coming onto me?"
"It's Shane." His mouth twitched. "And if you can't tell I'm coming onto you, I must not be doing it right."
Oh, he was doing it right. And the thought of him using a vibrator on her had her pussy throbbing.
Lake gave him a come-hither look. "Well, then maybe we should get together when I come back, so you can help me test out the newest batch of vibrators for review."
The suggestion was wild and bold and unlike anything she'd ever done before, but there was something so irresistible about the handsome Shane Nelson that she couldn't help herself. She wanted him, and she wanted him bad. Besides, she deserved a good romp after the dry spell she'd been in.
His eyes turned to molten gold. "Why wait until then when we could try them out right now?"
She blinked. She was so startled by his proposition she could barely make her mouth work. "Now?"
He reached out the gently run the backs of his fingers down her arm. His touch sent a delicious shiver through her, and Lake bit her lip to stifle a moan.
"Sure," he said. "Your flight doesn't leave for two hours, and testing out sex toys is way more fun than sitting around reading a magazine while you wait for your plane to board."
She couldn't argue there. "But what the TSA agents? Won't they wonder where you are?"
He took a step closer. "I went off duty five minutes ago."
Damn, he smelled good. Not like cologne, either. Just pure, unadulterated male. It was intoxicating. "But anyone could walk in."
"Not if I lock the door." He bent his head, his mouth hovering mere millimeters above hers. "Do you want me to lock the door? Or would you rather go read that magazine instead?"
His nearness was doing crazy things to her pulse and Lake wet her lips. The good girl in her warned against doing something so completely wild with a guy she'd just met, while all her inner bad girl wanted to do was tear off his uniform and have her way with him.
Then why was she hesitating? Shane Nelson was the hottest guy she'd ever laid eyes on. If she had seen him at a club, she would have been all over him in a second. She'd been seriously thinking about sleeping with him the moment she got back from her trip, so why not sleep with him right now?
Because you're in the middle of an airport with hundreds of people just outside the door.
She lifted her gaze and caught the look of pure lust in Shane's eyes. She couldn't remember the last time a guy had looked at her with that much intensity. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She'd be crazy to turn him down.
Besides, she had an assortment of condoms in her bag to review. She couldn't do that without a partner.
Before she could stop herself, she grasped the front of his shirt and pulled him down for a long, deep kiss. He tasted like coffee with a hint of sugar in it, only more delicious than any latte she'd ever had, and it took every ounce of strength she possessed to pull away so she could answer his question.
"Maybe you'd better lock the door, after all," she said breathlessly.
He let out a hoarse groan. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Lake's heart raced with excitement as she waited for Shane to lock the door. She couldn't believe she was really going to do this. She was about to have sex in a security room at the airport with the hottest guy she'd ever seen in her life.
Turning back to her, he crossed the room and took her in his arms, a sinfully sexy smile on his handsome face.
"Now, where were we?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You were kissing me. Or I was kissing you. I can't quite remember."
He chuckled, his eyes burning with hunger as he bent his head to capture her lips again. Fire raced through her at the feel of his mouth on hers. She let out a moan. Dear God, she'd never experienced such desire for a man before. It was crazy, both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.
Lake slid her hands over his broad shoulders and down the front of his chest, exploring his body through his shirt even as he did the same to her. Suddenly eager to see if he really was as well-built under his uniform as he looked, she quickly undid the buttons and yanked his shirt out of his trousers so she could run her hands up and down his muscular chest and six-pack abs. Lord have mercy, he was even more ripped than she'd thought. And seriously well-endowed, if the erection pressing against her was any indication.
Shane must have decided he wanted some skin-on-skin contact, too, because his hands delved under her top to caress her midriff. Her skin tingled where he touched her, and exhaled sharply when he moved up to cup her breasts through the silky material of her bra. Her nipples strained against the fabric, begging for attention, but he barely brushed the stiff peaks with his thumbs before his hands were on the move again. Dragging his mouth way from hers, he urged up her shirt, then lifted it over her head and tossed it on the table.
Shane's eyes were positively hungry as he gazed down at her, and Lake felt her nipples harden even more beneath her bra. She couldn't remember ever aching so badly for a man's touch in her life. The mere thought of what his hands were going to feel like on her bare breasts had her breathless with anticipation.
When he finally cupped them, she gasped out loud. Shane teased her nipples through their lacey covering, making tiny circles with his thumbs as he bent his head to kiss the curve of her neck. Lake gripped the front of his shirt, her head falling back as she arched against him. His hands felt hot through the thin fabric and she was impatient to feel them on her bare breasts. From the lazy way he was teasing her nipples with his thumbs, though, it didn't seem like he was in any hurry to take off her bra. She was just about to reach around and unhook it when she felt his fingers on the clasp. Her breasts spilled into his waiting hands, and she could only murmur her approval as he trailed a path of moist kisses down her neck to feast on one pink-tipped areola.
She let out a sigh as he closed his lips over the stiff peak and drew it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue round and round her nipple, before suckling on it hungrily. She moaned and threaded her fingers in his dark hair as he made love to the pebbled tip. His tongue was warm and velvety smooth, and the things he was doing with it were driving her crazy.
His tongue wasn't the only thing making her wild, either. The way he was gently rolling her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger felt equally amazing. He mustn't have wanted that peak to feel as if its twin was getting all the attention, though, because after a moment, he switched things up and fingered the bud he'd been suckling on so he could take the other one in his mouth. It felt so wonderful that when he lifted his head, she opened her mouth to protest only to close it again when he reached around to unzip her skirt.
With some help from her wiggling hips, he coaxed it past her curves. As it fell to the floor, he cupped her panty-covered ass in both hands and gave it a squeeze. She couldn't stifle the sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips. She always liked it when a guy paid attention to her bottom.
Lake waited with bated breath for him to take off her panties, but he surprised her by moving one hand around to the front and slipping it between her legs to tease her pussy through the silky fabric.
"Mmm," he breathed. "You're wet."
She let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan. "I'm not surprised. We just spent the last fifteen minutes talking about sex toys."
He chuckled softly, his finger making lazy circles over her clit. Having the material between them was pure agony and she groaned in frustration.
"Take off my panties," she begged.
"Not yet," he murmured, his mouth brushing hers. "I like teasing you too much."
And tease her, he did. He alternated between running his finger along her slit and rubbing her clit for so long she wanted to scream. Or at the very least, beg him to stop tormenting her and take off her panties.
She clung to his shoulders, not sure how much more she could take, when he finally hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slowly slid them down her legs. When he was done, he stepped back to look down at her. His eyes went from the top of her head all the way down the length of her naked body, lingering on her bare breasts and long, slender legs before moving back up to meet her gaze again.
"I've been fantasizing about what you looked like naked ever since you got in line to come through security, but my fantasies didn't even come close to how beautiful you are," he said.
Lake blushed at the compliment and would have thanked him, but he caught her face between his hands and closed his mouth over hers before she could get the words out. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, claiming hers with a possessiveness that made her tremble.
She slid her hands inside his open shirt, shoving it off his shoulders and down his arms until it fell to the floor. She went for his pants next, taking her time to appreciate his luscious six-pack on the way, but Shane grabbed her hands just as she was about to tug open his belt.
"They'll be plenty of time for that later," he said. "Right now, you have a vibrator you need to review."
Shane didn't give her a chance to answer, but pulled her close for another soul-searing kiss before urging her onto the table. Her pulse kicked into another gear as he reached into the bag and took out the box. Not surprisingly, he'd chosen the more traditional of the two vibrators. That was fine with her. They could try out the other one later.
Lake leaned back on one hand and drew up one leg, resting her foot on the table. Unable to help herself, she slid her other hand between her legs to touch herself. Shane watched her movements as if transfixed by them, his eyes smoldering.
"You have no idea how hot that is," he said huskily.
She just gave him a sexy smile. "Having you watch is pretty damn hot, too."
While it was fun, though, they had a sex toy to play with. Her breathing quickened in anticipation as Shane turned on the vibrator, then came to stand in front of her. Instead of pleasuring her with the sex toy right away, however, he glided the tip along the inside of her thigh. While definitely not the same as pressing it to her pussy, the toy's hum made her tingle all the same. He teased her for a while, touching her everywhere but where she really wanted it. When he finally ran the vibrator slowly and teasingly up and down her folds, she had to resist the urge to grab his hand and force him to focus it where she wanted most her clit.
"Does this feel good?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," she murmured. "But it'd feel even better if you put it on my clit."
He moved it up her slit just enough to graze her clit. "Like this?"
She caught her breath. "Oh yeah."
Lake expected him to concentrate on that part of her anatomy, but Shane must have enjoyed tormenting her because he went back to sliding it along her folds again. He knew exactly how to keep her on the edge without sending her over, and it was driving her insane.
"Please," she whispered.
His mouth quirked. "Please what?"
"Make me come."
"I will." He grinned as he grazed her clit with the vibrator again. "But not yet. And not with this. Or at least not solely with this."
Before she could ask what he meant, he dropped to his knees between her legs. Sliding the vibrator down to rest at the opening of her pussy, he leaned forward to close his mouth over her clit. She shivered as much from the stubble on his jaw brushing her thigh as she did from the feel of his tongue on her. The hum of the sex toy made it seem as if his tongue was vibrating against her, and Lake moaned with pleasure.
She reached down and slid her fingers into Shane's dark hair, holding his head in place. Now that she finally had him where she wanted him, there was no way she was about to let him go back to tormenting her again.
To her chagrin, he still managed to tease her anyway. It was then that she remembered his promise not to make her come quite yet. As he lightly flicked her clit with his tongue, she groaned in frustration. He was going to drive her insane!
She was sure she was going to scream from the torture when he began to make slow, deliberate circles with his tongue around the sensitive nub. She moaned again, louder this time. Now that was more like it. Damn, she loved a man who knew how to use his mouth on a woman.
He didn't forget the vibrator in his hand as he lapped at her clit, but plunged it deep inside her pussy and began fucking her with it. Lake pussy automatically clenched around the sex toy as he moved in it and out. Whoever said men didn't know how to multi-task hadn't met Shane.
She tightened her grip on his hair. "Oh yeah, just like that. Right there! Don't stop!"
He lashed mercilessly at her clit, thrusting the vibrator even deeper to find her G-spot. The combination of the two propelled her over the edge so fast it caught her completely by surprise. She opened her mouth to scream, but then at the last second abruptly remembered where she was, and she bit her lip to stifle her cries as pleasure surged through her. Every TSA agent in the place would come running if they heard her screaming. For some reason, the thought made her orgasm even better.
Controlling herself was hard, though, especially when Shane continued to lick her clit until the last remnants of orgasm faded away. Pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of one quivering thigh, he slid the vibrator out of her pussy and lifted his head to gaze up at her.
"So, Ms. Cooper, how would you rate this particular vibrator in your column?"
She pushed herself up on her hands. "It's definitely at the top of the list, but to be fair, I'm not sure if I can give the vibrator all the credit. I think your tongue did the majority of the work."
He chuckled and pressed another kiss to the inside of her thigh. "You can put an asterisk beside the score and note at the bottom of the article that the vibrator had some assistance. I'm sure that would meet any obligation to your readers."
Lake laughed. Leaning forward, she kissed him long and hard on the mouth. "My turn."
Sliding off the table, she took his hand and urged him to his feet. She ran her hands down his washboard stomach until she came to his pants. "I think it's time these came off, don't you?"
She didn't wait for an answer, but tugged open his belt, then made quick work of the zipper. She'd never gone out with a cop before, so she hadn't realized how much stuff they wore attached to their belts, and she was glad when Shane gave her a hand. Eager to finally get a look at the cock she'd felt pressing against her when they'd been kissing earlier, she waited impatiently for him to push down his pants and underwear. As his hard shaft sprang free in front of her, she could only stare. He was big and hard and thick. Exactly how she liked it.
Kneeling down in front of him, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, then leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue over the tip to lick off the drop of pre-cum there. He was sweet and slightly musky, and she let out a soft murmur of appreciation. Fighting the impulse to take him deep right away, she forced herself to slowly run her tongue up and down his shaft. She couldn't resist for long, however, and after a moment she closed her lips over the head and took him completely in her mouth.
Above her, Shane let out a throaty groan as the head of his penis touched the back of her throat. He slid his hand in her long hair, but whether it was to keep her there or not, Lake wasn't sure. Firmly holding his cock with one hand, she gently cupped his balls in the other and slowly slid her mouth back up his rigid length. Although it was tempting to swallow him all the way again, she wanted to tease him like he'd teased her.
With that in mind, she swirled her tongue over the tip again and again before wrapping her lips around him. Even then, she was determined to keep her movements slow and deliberate, sliding all the way up to the head of his cock and swirling her tongue over the head before once again taking him deep. She repeated the move over and over, sometimes following her mouth with her hand and squeezing his shaft as she went, and sometimes holding onto the base of his shaft tightly.
"God, you're good at that," he said hoarsely.
Lake would have thanked him, but she didn't want to stop long enough to say the words. She took more of him in her mouth with every bob of her head until he was as deep down her throat as he could go. Then she kept him there for a long, glorious moment before she slid her mouth up his length. She would have repeated the motion, but Shane tightened his hand in her hair. She lifted her head to give him a coy look.
"Is there a problem, officer?"
"I'm close," he said, his voice husky with lust. "But I don't want to come just yet. Why don't we see what other goodies you have in your bag?"
As much as she would have liked to see what he picked out next, she had something she wanted to play with, too.
She got to her feet and gave him a thoroughly naughty smile. "We don't only have to play with my toys. We can play with yours, too."
Ignoring his curious look, she bent down and grabbed his handcuffs from the belt of his discarded pants. Coming back up, she jingled them invitingly in her hand.
Shane gave her a wicked grin. "You're so bad."
Reaching out, he took the handcuffs from her, then expertly snapped them around first one wrist, then the other. Although she'd been secretly hoping Shane would cuff her hands behind her back, she couldn't deny there was something arousing about the way he'd done it, too.
Lake caught her lower lip between her teeth and gave the handcuffs an experimental tug.
"Too tight?" he asked, concern evident on his face.
She shook her head, her lips curving into a slow smile. "They're perfect."
"You're the one who's perfect."
Shane pulled her into his arms for a long, drugging kiss that left her so breathless she barely even realized he'd lifted his head until he spun her around so her back was to him. He pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, his hands gliding up and down the front of her body while his erection nestled against her ass cheeks.
Lake let her head fall back against his shoulder with a sigh. Once again, Shane was touching her in all the right places and then some. How could a man she'd just met be so in tune with her body and what it wanted?
"Bend over the desk for me."
Shane's voice was deep and husky in her ear, his mouth warm on her skin, and her pussy quivered at his take-charge tone. Her breath coming in quick pants, she placed her cuffed hands on the table and leaned forward.
She cooed as he ran his strong hand over her ass, spreading her legs. Instead of playing with her pussy like she thought he would, he surprised her by delivering a firm smack to her right cheek. Startled, she gasped. She hadn't expected that. Not that she minded, of course.
"Won't someone hear?" she asked.
"These walls are a lot thicker than you think. You don't have to worry about anyone hearing us."
Smiling, she arched her back and pushed her ass up higher in the air, silently giving him permission to continue. Shane obliged her, bringing his hand down on one cheek then the other in quick, rapid succession that had her quickly dancing from foot to foot.
Despite just having an orgasm a little while ago, her pussy was throbbing again. If her hands weren't cuffed, she'd slide one of them down and touch herself. The fact that she couldn't only made her arousal more intense.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shane pick up the leather paddle from the table. The fantasy she'd have earlier flashed into her head and her pulse quickened.
She inhaled sharply as he caressed her ass with the paddle. It was cool against her skin and she let out a whimper as he slowly traced her curves with it. She was so caught up in how fantastic it felt that when he finally brought it down on her bottom, she couldn't help but squeal in surprise.
Behind her, Shane leaned over to put his mouth close to her ear. "Shh. The walls are thick, but not that thick. Try to keep it down. Unless you want a whole team full of TSA agents coming in here to investigate."
Lake considered pointing out that the smack of the paddle against her ass was equally loud and could draw just as much attention, but Shane chose that moment to bring it down on her ass again. She bit her lip to stifle a yelp. Damn, he knew how to use that thing. And damn, did it feel good.
The paddle stung much more than his hand and she squirmed every time the leather connected with her tender derriere. And it connected a lot. He seemed to spend a long time paddling her bottom. In fact, it was probably the longest spanking she'd ever had. Not to mention the most thorough. There wasn't a single spot on her cheeks he didn't spank. Her ass felt like it was on fire. She only wished she could reach back and feel how hot it was.
Despite how much it stung, she didn't want him to stop. It felt absolutely fantastic. When he finally tossed the paddle on the table after one more well-aimed, hard spank on both cheeks, she almost protested. Until he dropped to his knees behind her and pressed a tender kiss to each red-hot cheek. All she could do was moan. Mmm, that felt nice.
It got even better as Shane grasped her ass cheeks in his hands and ran his tongue along the folds of her pussy from behind. Lake gasped. She'd never been licked in this position before, but as his tongue plunged into her wetness, she decided not only was it extremely pleasurable, but it was also erotic as hell. The sensation was out of this world.
She was just wondering if she could come from what he was doing when Shane stopped licking her and got to his feet. She looked over her shoulder to see him reach into her carry-on bag. She was curious about what he was looking for, but found out quickly enough when he held up the package of assorted condoms.
He met her gaze. "Ribbed, glow-in-the-dark or extra-sensitive?"
"You pick."
He flashed her a grin. "Extra-sensitive it is."
Tossing the others in the bag, Shane opened the foil packet in his hand and rolled the condom on to his rock-hard erection. A moment later, he grabbed her freshly spanked ass in both hands and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as he rubbed the head up and down the folds. It felt wonderful, but she was way past wanting him inside her. She cried out with relief when he finally drove his length into her wetness in one smooth motion. Belatedly, she remembered she was supposed to keep the noise down, and snapped her mouth closed.
But Shane didn't comment on her slipup. He just kept his penis buried deep inside her for one long, delicious moment before slowly thrusting in and out. Lake braced her bound hands on the table and rocked back against him, urging him to take her harder.
Shane got the hint. Tightening his hold on her hips, he pumped more forcefully, sliding his cock all the way out before going deep again. He repeated the move over and over, shoving her closer and closer to orgasm with each and every thrust until she was balancing on the edge. She waited for him to send her over it, but he stunned her by pulling out.
She opened her mouth to demand what the heck he thought he was doing when her took her arm and spun her around to close his mouth over hers in another intoxicating kiss.
Lifting his head, he took her bound hands in his and slipped her arms around his neck, then backed up until he was near the straight-backed chair. Sitting down, he urged her forward until she was positioned right over his cock, then slowly lowered her down until he'd sheathed himself completely in her pussy. She couldn't believe how smoothly he'd done that.
He was hot and hard and pulsing inside her, and Lake moaned as he grasped her still-tingling ass in both hands and began to guide her up and down on his cock in a slow, sexy rhythm.
As she rode him, she slid her hands in his hair and tilted his head back so she could kiss him. She plunged her tongue into his mouth to lay claim to his, and he surrendered with a groan.
"That's it, baby. Ride me," he urged, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks as he guided her movements.
She did as he commanded, clenching her pussy tightly around his cock as she moved up and down. Her bottom still stung from the paddling he'd given her, and she murmured her approval against his mouth as she bent to kiss him again. Getting a spanking from a gorgeous guy was hot as hell, but having sex with him afterward was absolutely mind-blowing.
Shane dragged his mouth away from hers to trail kisses along the curve of her jaw. "Keep riding me."
Lake didn't need any encouragement. She bounced up and down wildly on Shane's cock even as he thrust up into her.
"Harder!" she cried loudly, not caring if anyone heard. "Fuck me harder!"
He obeyed, tightening his hold on her ass and pumping into her so forcefully he sent her right over the edge so hard and so fast that she threw back her head and screamed out her pleasure loud enough for the whole airport to hear.
Shane came with her, his groans of release muffled as he buried his face in her breasts. Not that it would have mattered if he'd been as loud as she was because a plane took off at that precise moment, drowning out both of them.
Lake could have spent the rest of the night right there on his lap, and probably would have if she didn't have a flight to catch. Reluctantly lifting her bound wrists over Shane's head, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him long and lingeringly on the mouth. When she lifted her head, it was to find him gazing up at her with awe in his gold eyes.
"You're amazing," he said softly.
"You're pretty amazing yourself." Her lips curved. "Actually, you're more than amazing. You're a ten on the orgasameter."
He chuckled. "A ten, huh? I'm glad you think so. Does that mean I should expect to see my name in an upcoming column?"
She laughed. "Since my readers can't get you in any store, I don't think it would be fair to endorse you as the absolute greatest sex toy. However, I will mention you helped me try out my new batch of toys. Don't worry, though, names will be changed to protect your privacy."
His mouth twitched. "Well, that's good to know. My supervisors probably wouldn't be very understanding if they found out I was helping you review sex toys in the workplace. "
She opened her mouth to agree, but he pulled her close for another kiss that had her forgetting all about what she'd been going to say. Not to mention made her wish she didn't have a plane to catch.
She reluctantly pulled away to give Shane a small smile. "I should be going or I'll be late for my flight."
Lake studied him from beneath her lashes, hoping he'd give her some sign he was just as unwilling to see her go as she was to leave, but his expression was unreadable as he unlocked the cuffs from around her wrists. Trying not to be too bummed about it, she turned away to get dressed, but Shane caught her hand.
"You know," he said, "Now that I think about it, I actually didn't help you try out your entire batch of sex toys."
She blinked in confusion. "What?"
"You said you were going to write that I'd helped you try out your new batch of sex toys for your column. That's not entirely accurate."
"Oh." Her pulse skipped a beat. "No, it isn't, is it?"
"No. And it'd be a shame to let those dessert-flavored massage oils go to waste." He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her bottom lip. "What do you think about getting together for dinner when you come back?"
Dinner, followed by a sensual massage? Her heart sped up. "I'd like that a lot."
He bent to kiss her. "Me, too."
After they had both dressed, Lake was repacking her bag full of sex toys when a thought occurred to her.
"I just realized something. When I come back from vacation, I'm going to have to either take this bag through security again or put it in check baggage. I'm kind of creeped out by the idea of someone pawing through it." She gave him a grin. "Well, someone not you, that is."
He looked up from buckling his belt. "I can hold onto it for you." He winked. "It'll give you a reason to make sure you keep that date we have."
As if she needed one. She stepped forward and laid one of her own knee-weakening kisses on him. "Trust me, Shane, this is one date I definitely won't be missing."
About the Author
Paige Tyler is a full-time, multi-published, award-winning writer of erotic romance.
She and her research assistant (otherwise known as her husband!) live on the beautiful
Florida coast with their easygoing dog and their lazy, I-refuse-to-get-off-the-couch-foranything-but-food cat. When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading,
jogging, doing Pilates, yoga and P90X, going to the beach, watching Pro football and
vacationing with her husband at Disney. She loves writing about strong, sexy alpha
males and the feisty, independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to
sexual heat, her wickedly hot stories of romance, adventure, passion and true love will
bring a blush to your cheeks and leave you breathlessly panting for more!
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