Cop a Feel (Handcuffs and Happily Ever Afters) by Robyn Peterman

Author:Robyn Peterman [Peterman, Robyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

“Absolutely not,” Luke choked out. “You are not fucking wearing that.”

“You think I want to look like this?” I snapped as quietly as I could, just in case Eagle Ears Shoshanna was in hearing range. I felt like an ass in tight black leather pants and a matching corset. “I’d rather chew glass and swallow it. And if you think I’m overjoyed that you’re wearing that, you’re on crack,” I hissed, referring to his leather pants and shirtless ensemble.

“Are you kidding me?” He rolled his eyes and yanked at the chains around his neck. “I look like one of the fucking Village People.”

I bit back a laugh and had to agree.

“Put a jacket over that. I will beat the hell out of anybody who looks at your tits. Those are mine.”

“Um, no . . . actually they’re mine,” I informed him sternly and tried to tuck my overflowing bosom back into the corset. I secretly loved his he-man possessiveness, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. “You’re gonna have to let that ’tude go. This is tame compared to some of my other outfits.”

Luke leaned back and banged his head on the wall. “These clothes do not bode well for me not being able to screw you blind,” he said, closing his eyes to get away from my boobs.

I giggled and realized he had a fine point. This was going to be difficult. His shirtless state made my fingers itch to touch him . . . shove him down . . . and stick my tongue down his throat. Tearing my eyes from his pretty parts was hellish, but necessary. We had a job to do—a serious job and my overactive, underused sex drive had no place in the equation.

“We can do this,” I told him, trying to convince myself as well. “We will do this. Come on, let’s go.”

“You have to swear to God and the Minnesota Vikings you will come to that island with me, or I’ll drag you into one of the purple rooms in this house and do what I want.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “This isn’t our house. It’s Shoshanna’s. That is just wrong.”

“Are you kidding me?” He laughed. “She would have no problem whatsoever with that. She’d probably stand outside the door and take notes. Island. Promise. Now.”

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes and my insides danced with anticipation. “Island. Yes. Now move.” I walked away and he groaned. He’d clearly gotten a good look at my bottom, which was molded into my leather pants within an inch of its life. I gave my hips an extra swing and heard some lovely swearing. God help us all . . .

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