Free Seducing Officer Barlowe by Paige Tyler Page B

the rear of his squad car to grab a wrench from the trunk. And put the brakes on his sex drive, which was completely revved up thanks to one Harley Miller. He was going to need to go back to the station so he could take a cold shower after this.
    When he went back over to Harley, she was standing where he’d left her, and despite his best efforts, his gaze lingered on her long legs before he ducked under the hood again.
    “Have you always been a cop?” she asked as he tightened the loose wire.
    She was leaning over the engine again, her perfect breasts on display. He swallowed hard. “Since I was old enough to join the academy.”
    “Oh.” She flashed him a sexy smile. “I thought you might have been a mechanic or something. You seem to know a lot about cars.”
    His mouth quirked as he straightened up. “That’s because I had an old beater in high school and a part-time job that barely paid enough to keep it running. The only way it ever got fixed was if I did it myself.”
    Harley laughed. “I had one of those jobs in high school, too.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “So, what does your wife think about you being a cop? Since it’s so dangerous and all.”
    Was that her subtle way of coming on to him, or was she still making polite conversation?
    “I’m not married.”
    Surprise flickered in her eyes, along with something he could have sworn looked like relief. “Oh. What about your girlfriend, then?”
    “Don’t have one.”
    More surprise, and this time, it was definitely followed by relief. Hot damn, she was coming on to him.
    Harley chewed on her lower lip again as if considering what to say next. Finally, her gaze slid to the car. “Is it fixed?”
    “Start her up and let’s find out.”
    She walked around the car, her hips swaying provocatively under her short skirt. Royce was so fixed on her curvy derriere as she leaned in to turn the key he almost didn’t hear the engine purr to life.
    Harley let out a cheer. “Yes! It worked.” She shut off the engine, hurrying back over to him. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me, Officer.”
    He gave her a smile as he closed the hood. “Just doing my job.”
    “Doing your job would have been calling a tow truck. You went above and beyond the call of duty.”
    Royce didn’t agree, but when she looked at him like that, she could say anything about him she liked.
    She looked up at him from under her lashes. “There must be some way I can repay you?”
    He could think of lots of ways she could repay him, and all of them involved getting naked. What he said was, “That’s not necessary.”
    Her lips formed a pout. “Are you sure? There must be something I can do to show my appreciation, Officer.”
    His cock hardened to new and painful proportions inside his pants. Man, she was killing him here.
    Royce opened his mouth to tell her that getting her safely on her way was thanks enough for him, but Harley must have decided she needed to make her thanks more apparent.
    Before he could say anything, she reached out and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck to pull his head down. He could have stopped her, probably should have, but with an invitation like the one he was getting, what was a man supposed to do?
    So, he met her halfway, leaving no room for doubt that when their mouths finally came together it was because he wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. And once he started, he didn’t want to stop.

Chapter Two
    Kissing Officer Barlowe was crazy and impulsive. Considering they were in the middle of the street where anyone could see them, maybe it was even a little reckless. But it also fulfilled a long-time fantasy of Harley’s—part of it anyway—and she wasn’t about to pass up the chance to grab it—or him— with both hands.
    She ran them up the front of his shirt, exploring the hard muscles underneath. Damn, he was built. Which she already knew, of course. She’d just spent the past fifteen minutes admiring the