Free Sin With Cuffs by Rhonda Lee Carver

it’s becoming a nightly ritual.”
    “If you call, I’ll show up. You should know that.”
    She leaned across the table until she was so close he could see the freckle in her right eye. “That almost sounds like an invitation.” Her words came out in a throaty whisper.
    It probably did sound like an invite. He knew he should stop, but what was the harm in a little verbal play? It’d been a long time since he’d flirted with anyone and he found that he’d missed it—missed the easy banter he once shared with Holly. “Possibly,” he finally answered.
    Her bottom lip puckered. Obviously, by her dazzling eyes, she enjoyed this too. “Mm. I’m a lucky woman to have a man in uniform at my beck and call.”
    Drawn in, who’d blame him? A seductive woman like Holly couldn’t be ignored. “I’m good at my job. You can count on me.” Between the pounding of his heart and the rushing of blood as it raced to his cock, he had a hard time thinking, let alone talking.
    “There’s more to that statement than meets the eye.” Her tongue swept across the curve of her upper lip and he swore he felt it across his tip. He guessed she did it on purpose. It didn’t matter; it’d gotten the same result either way.
    Holly was a beautiful, sensual woman. He was a red-blooded man with cock memory. No other woman had ever felt like Holly, or affected him like she could. The thin black slacks he wore did nothing to hide his hard on. He shifted in the booth, glad the place was empty except for John, who couldn’t see without his glasses. The waitresses chatted away about something.
    Holly was dangerous to his self-control. How could one woman wield sexuality like a sharp blade? If he played her game, he’d get cut, no doubt. Why didn’t that turn him off? Hell, it exhilarated him and he was at the point that he didn’t care if he walked away in shreds.
    The connection manifested like a rushing waterfall, threatening to carry him to the ragged rocks below with possible fatal results. If he drowned, at least he’d go down a happy man.
    His breath got lost in his lungs when he felt her foot touch his crotch. She had removed her shoe without him knowing.
    “Ooh, what a big, hard gun you have there. I believe I may need your help.”
    Hell, he’d like to help her now. “I’m all about using my gun and cuffs in the name of safety, or when the occasion arises.” His hard on wasn’t getting flaccid.
    “You’ll have to show me one day soon.” She rolled her toes across his cock through the material. “I’d like to see how your pistol functions. If my memory serves me well, it’s got a steady trigger and strong shot.” Her chuckle was close to a moan.
    Waves of longing blasted through him. There was nothing hotter than a woman who never had to play up her sexiness.
    Sitting back against the vinyl cushion, he needed to stretch his legs, and his length. His boxers became confining. His radio buzzed and came alive with the dispatcher’s voice, “Chief, a call came in for the address of Doris Young. A report of vandalism.”
    His gaze met Holly’s. Her eyes widened. “ My house.”
    He grabbed the radio and hit the talk button. “On my way.”
    “Yes, sir.” The dispatcher responded.
    “You can ride with me, Holly.”
    His cock deflated at the speed of lightening, which was a good thing. He’d rather not tell Holly he needed a moment or two to loosen his pants. Sliding out of the booth, she followed him. Walking to the door proved difficult, but at least he didn’t give new meaning to uniform salute.
    They got into his SUV and Liam looked across the seat at her. The trembling in her lower lip and the pale color of her skin made him wonder if she should ride along. “Are you up for this? You could stay here.”
    She shook her head. “Not going to happen.”
    “Didn’t think so.” He started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
    They pulled up in front of her house a few minutes later and she rushed out of