Free Strictly Yours: Hooded Pleasures, Book 3 by Sheryl Nantus Page B

fight had changed all that.
    When Tanner had looked away from them, focusing on the police car arriving in the parking lot she’d taken the chance and swung at him, a tough right hook that had broken his nose.
    It’d floored him even as the cops poured through the front door, yelling and screaming at him.
    They’d told her she was lucky. If Tanner had come around with the crowbar, she could have died.
    One senior cop had given her a wink while warning her not to do this again.
    She got the message.
    Within a week of the incident, she’d gone out and bought the punching bag with a fresh pair of wraps for her hands. Her knuckles had been sore and her hand aching from the single punch, evidence she’d let herself go over the years.
    It’d been the one thing that had kept her going through the trial and sentencing.
    No one will ever hit me or anyone I care for if Ican do anything about it.
    She slammed her fist into the soft leather, feeling the shudder up her arm. Despite being tired from her session with Nathan, she had a nervous energy that had to go somewhere.
    In another time, another place she would have dragged Nathan to his bedroom and had her way with him, feeding off the sexual tension between them. A quiver of need shot through her system, and she wondered, not for the first time, what he’d be like in bed.
    Not now , her conscience bleated.
    If not now, when? another tiny voice shot back.
    She had no answers.
    Instead, she punched the bag again and wondered at how much her life had changed in only a few days.
    Finally she stood back, breathless and exhausted.
    Enough.
    For now.
    A long hot shower had her relaxed and recovering, the steam pulling the ache out of her muscles and soothing her nerves. She changed into a loose gray track suit before getting a fresh cup of coffee and curling up on her couch.
    Speaking about honest—be honest to yourself.
    She didn’t regret talking to Nathan. It’d been technically against the rules but she had to say something, vent her fears and feelings after that phone message.
    And after all he was a cop.
    Someone who knew what she was thinking, what she was worried about.
    Someone who knew her.
    Almost intimately , her inner voice whispered.
    Almost.
    Jen squirmed, squeezing her thighs together at the delicious memory of his submission. He’d been beautiful, sweaty and strong, allowing himself to be totally at her mercy and letting her do whatever she wanted to.
    Not completely.
    Play with your toys, but don’t let it get out of control.
    Don’t let yourself get out of control.
    She sighed and thought about a visit to her bedroom, her vibrators at the ready in the side table.
    It wasn’t the only decision she’d have to make if she did choose that route.
    It was an ongoing battle whether to satisfy her needs with an imaginary lover or to see herself with one of her men.
    A specific man.
    Nathan.
    The urge swamped her with desire, and she stood.
    Nathan.
    He sat next to her, the sweat drying on his body as he kissed the palm of her hand, swearing his devotion to her.
    The recent memory overwhelmed her, and she went to the bedroom, reliving his gentle touch on her cheek and his insistent demands to know how he could help her.
    She knew exactly how he could help her.
    Or at least her fantasies of him.
    She pulled the drawer open and looked over her various toys. One, a small vibrator, fit easily over her finger.
    Jen lay back on the bed and writhed on the sheets as she turned on the slender pink bullet and slid it over her belly.
    “All yours,” he murmured as he worked his way over her body with his mouth, kissing and nipping her bare skin. “All you have to do is ask.”
    Her fingers stroked his dark hair before taking a firm grip. “All I have to do is tell you what to do.”
    “Yes.”
    She circled her navel twice, imagining his tongue licking an erotic circle before heading south.
    It didn’t take long for the vibrations to shake her to the core, the heated