Authors: Nikki Wild,Kat Jackson
is a by-the-books detective with a job to do: Protect
, the most infuriatingly arrogant and hopelessly self-entitled billionaire playboy on the planet. There’s only one problem…
He’s the man who took her
It was supposed to be an easy ride… Just spend a few days shacked up in a cheap apartment until the bastard could testify.
The rules were simple. Keep him alive, keep him quiet, and
have sex with him… Again…
Two out of three isn’t bad…
This is a stand-alone novel with a HEA and NO cliffhanger.
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on earth that I wanted to be was at Nathaniel Hale’s front door.
I sighed as I looked up at the obscene decadence looming before me. This was the mansion I’d come to loathe over the past few years, and one I’d ended up at more times than I cared to count. It was home to one of the most obnoxious playboys I’d ever met, a walking, talking, self-entitled stereotype who had made my life hell on more than one occasion.
And this time, I was
coming here to fuck him. It didn’t matter how much I wanted him to open this door and pull me inside by my hair for old times sake... I was here on police business, and that was the beginning and the end of it. Our history together didn’t put him above the law, and neither did his pile of money.
I stared at the thick wooden door, waiting for a response. Nathan wasn’t exactly a criminal, but he was
a nuisance. Maybe having a multibillion dollar inheritance dropped on your lap could do that to a person. Even now, the front lawn was strewn with remnants of another of his famous parties. I never knew what exactly he was celebrating, but it
always involved half-naked women and rivers of booze.
And despite my best intentions, here I was again. Nathaniel Hale’s little puppet… He knew the power he held over me… Every time I showed up at his door, badge in hand, he’d flash me a lopsided grin and tell me:
Loosen up a little, Officer Williams. Come on in and have a drink with me.
That wasn’t going to happen today. No matter how much I wanted it, I had to be strong. If I went through that door, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. This time, he was coming with me.
I smiled at the thought. It was about damn time some of Nathaniel Hale’s skeletons came out of the closet.
time I knocked on this door I was a rookie just out of the academy, and I didn’t know anything about those skeletons. Barely twenty years old and on my own, I couldn’t even legally have the drink he offered me… But Mr. Hale insisted. He knew what he was doing. I was young and innocent and he was the kind of man who gets what he wants. Maybe if I hadn’t gone inside I wouldn’t be standing here again…
I could remember following him through the door that first time, ticket-in-hand and ready to fine him for the disturbance and get back to my beat. I lost my entire train of thought as he drew me inside. I’d grown up on the wrong side of the tracks, and I’d never been close to a house this big, let alone inside one. There was a chandelier hanging over the entry that probably cost more than my salary. Music pulsed through me, the beats keeping time with my own racing heart.
Nathaniel Hale didn’t give me a chance to get my bearings. “Come upstairs and we can get started,” he said, his voice barely audible over the sounds. He had gripped my arm and led me up the stairs toward his office, the crowd of beautiful people stepping aside and letting us through. I could feel the heat from his fingertips, my heart fluttering in an unexpected way with every step we took. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him. A moment later we were standing in front of the large wooden doors, my eyes widening as he threw them open to an even more opulent study.
“Did they tell you what I like?” he asked as we made our way into the office. He moved to a large chair, leaving me standing in the center of the space in a way that made me feel totally exposed and on display.
“I’m here on a noise complaint, not to discuss your likes and dislikes, Mr. Hale,” I’d replied, more confused than anything.
“A feisty one. You must be new. What’s your name, beautiful?”
I couldn’t help myself. I blushed. Mr. Hale wasn’t some ordinary man. His face was a masterpiece, as though he’d been chiseled from the finest marble by the most divinely-inspired sculptor there was. His burnt jade eyes were host to flecks of gold near their center, orbiting his pupils and glimmering every time he flashed one of those blinding white smiles. The man was unbelievably wealthy, almost criminally handsome,
he thought I was beautiful…
“Officer Williams,” I replied curtly, trying to maintain my composure. Standing here under his withering gaze was enough to make me lose my mind. His eyes swept up and down my uniformed body, appraising me the way a lion might look at a zebra.
“You said that at the door, Ms Williams. I’m asking you for your
name,” he replied, a smile blooming across his face.
“Sandra,” I whispered.
“Turn around, Sandra.”
The words were less of a request and more of a command. I don’t know why, but my feet were moving before my brain could catch up. I found myself facing away, gasping ever so slightly as I heard Mr. Hale moving from his chair. All of my police training was screaming out. This shouldn’t be happening. What in the world was I doing?
All of my protests came to a sudden halt as his hands found their way to my hips. A tingle flashed up my spine and I was lost. He held me so softly, his chest pressing into my back and his head finding its way along the edge of my neck. Even the thrumming sounds of the party downstairs seemed to fade away as he inhaled deeply, drawing scent from my shoulder up and over my collar, his lips pressing effortlessly just below my ear.
“Mr. Hale, what are you doing?” I managed to whisper, heat rising up my body in a way I had never felt before. No man had ever held me like this. I was too busy for dating, too driven for a casual encounter. What in the hell was going on?
“You can stop playing pretend, Sandra. We both know why you’re here.”
I couldn’t bring a single word to my lips as he pressed himself tighter against me. I could feel something pressing against the small of my back. Something almost frightfully big…
His… Is THAT his…
Oh my God… What am I doing?
“You’re here to be fucked… Aren’t you Sandra?”
Oh GOD! My thighs clenched together, heat suddenly blossoming from my secret place between them. The whole world was being turned upside down, and all I could do was try to breathe and make sense of it all. I felt as if I couldn’t move. It was as close to an out-of-body experience as I’ve ever had.
Nathan’s hands swept up my sides, brushing up against the edges of my breasts through the clean and creased uniform. He gripped at my arms, bringing them together behind me. Before I could make sense of anything, I felt the cold metal against my wrist.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I started to protest, but he caught me mid-word and lifted me off my feet, spinning round and tossing me toward the big heavy wooden desk. I crashed into it, my thighs stinging as he came up behind me again, forcing me down until my face was pressed against the cool hard surface. Without a moment’s hesitation, his hands were moving around my waist, tugging at my belt and bringing my uniform pants down around my ankles. I could feel the air sweeping across my skin, only the thin protection of my panties maintaining my innocence.
“Happy birthday to me,” he said, his voice taking on a hoarse sound as he swept his fingers over the curve of my hips. I gasped as he brought one of them around and against the inside of my thighs, forcing my legs apart as far as they could go with the pants still wrapped round my ankles. “I don’t know where the agency found you, but remind me to thank them later.”
What in the hell was he saying? My mind swam and my body burned for his touch. None of this made sense. There was no way anyone would treat an officer of the law this way. Mr. Hale’s fingertips made their way to the scorching heat between my thighs and pressed against the thin cotton between us, sending a wave of pleasure over my body. Why in the hell wasn’t I stopping him? The cold realization dawned on me as pulled my panties roughly aside.
I’d spent my whole life denying myself the pleasures of men. I had responsibilities. My sister… My schooling… The academy... My work ethic kept me away from these kinds of situations. Now I was at the mercy of a man who had never even bothered to ask permission. A powerful man who could have anyone he wanted… And he wanted
And I wanted him.
“You’re so wet, Sandra,” Mr. Hale breathed, his finger moving ever so slowly between my nether lips. My body shuddered beneath his grasp, the scent of sandalwood and scotch filling my nostrils as I inhaled deep. I could feel him moving behind me, and suddenly a new sensation entered the mix. Something very large was being pressed up against the soft and hidden opening.
“We can’t,” I gasped. “I’ve never… I’ve never… Oh God…” I squealed as his cock moved downward, slipping along between my virgin folds but not penetrating me. Instead, he brought his hips forward, the length of his shaft pressing against the front of my pussy, every inch of flesh sending courses of pleasure firing from my sensitive nub as it drew slowly along it. I could feel my slick wetness being drawn out, coating him in my own desire. His hands returned to the space between my thighs and I could feel him rolling a condom over his impossibly large member.
“It’s too big…” I whispered, feeling the sheer girth beneath me as my hips shifted, his cock slipping side to side against me and driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
“They didn’t tell you about that at the agency? Not every girl can handle it,” Mr. Hale responded, drawing himself back until the head of his enormous cock lined itself back up with my delicate tunnel. “What do you think Sandra? Do you think you can handle it?”
He was pressing just slightly between my folds, the head barely pressed against my maidenhead. I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even breathe. His words held no meaning. Agency? Telling me about his cock? Girls? He may as well have been speaking Greek for all the sense it made to me now. I squealed as he lifted my arms behind me, pulling my breasts just barely free from the desk as he gripped the chain between the cuffs.
“Are you ready, Sandra?”
Oh God… Was I going to do this? Could I possibly? What in the hell was I thinking?
“Say yes, Sandra.”
I bit my lip as his free hand wrapped itself in my hair, pulling my head forcefully back and lifting me even higher off the desk. My thighs strained against the edge of the wood, my legs parted, his cock pressing against me but still unmoving. None of this was supposed to be happening! Pleasure and desire was coursing through my veins as I found my voice.
“YES!” I shouted, screaming out as he thrust forward, taking my innocence. His cock impaled me, every inch sinking into my willful depths, his body freezing up in the aftermath.
“Sandra… You’re a virgin?” he asked, holding himself steady with his cock still throbbing inside me.
“Just fuck me,” I screamed out, lost in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure mixed with pain. “Fuck me please…”
I’d lost all control, and Mr. Hale was no better off. His hips began to move faster and faster as he wrapped my hair with his hand, forcing me around his cock as if her were holding the mane of a horse at full gallop. Nothing mattered except this moment, and I was overwhelmed as an orgasm seized my body, the shuddering waves of pleasure rocking over me even as my overstretched depths grasped at his flesh. That was all it took, and with one deep thrust that nearly sent me across the desk, I could feel his cock throbbing and thrumming inside me. For the first time, I could feel what it was like to please a man… And I liked it.
But something was wrong…
I could sense the tension behind me as I lifted my gaze toward the doorway. With Mr. Hale’s cock still throbbing inside me, I stared into the eyes of the young blonde who had let herself in, her slutty police officer uniform clinging to her large fake breasts, the blue shorts cut off high and showing off miles of legs. For a moment, nobody said a word, but the leggy blonde smiled and broke the silence.
“Honey, I don’t do couples. If that’s what you’re looking for, it’s going to be triple my rate.”
Mr. Hale seemed to stutter, his cock pulling free as he reached down and pulled me upright from the table. I couldn’t look him in the eye as he spun me around, his hand brushing up against my chest, grasping at the shining badge still pinned to my uniform…
“Well, what’s it gonna be sweetie?” the blonde asked, but Mr. Hale had lost all of the color in his face. Leaving me standing there, he reached down to pull up his slacks, stumbling across the room and managing to sputter the words ‘leave’ and ‘now’ at the girl before slamming the study door in her face. He returned to me without saying anything more, fishing my keys from my pocket and delicately uncuffing my hands before collapsing into one of his chairs.
“I… I’m sorry… There’s been a misunderstanding. I need to speak with my lawyer,” he began even as I pulled my panties back up over my hips, working to get my uniform straightened out. My pussy ached, partly from the sex we’d just had, and partly because it wanted more. I had to get out of here now. If anyone back at the district found out about this I’d be off the force before I’d even gotten started. There was no turning back now. I’d let this happen, and now, there was only one thing left to do…
“What’s this?” Mr. Hale asked as I thrust the small slip of paper into his hands. He glanced up, but still avoided my eyes.
“A ticket for the noise complaint, Mr. Hale.”
Now he caught my eyes full-on, the crystalline jade pools eroding what little strength I’d managed to muster up. My knees were going weak.
“But… What just happened here… I…”
“You know what happened,” I replied, trying to calm myself. I could still feel the heat between us, my heart beating out of my chest. “I gave you a ticket, and I went on my way…”
“Will I see you again?” he asked, his voice almost desperate.
I stared at him in disbelief, trying desperately to hide the feelings of desperation and desire that were still boiling beneath my skin. He’d mistaken me for some kind of prostitute! He’d taken my innocence and now he wanted to see me again? My mind battled itself as I tried to make the right choice.
“Maybe…” I replied.
That ‘Maybe’ turned into a definitely. Once or twice a month there would be a call into the station, and I’d be taking the drive out to the mansion like Nathaniel’s own personal police officer. Usually it was something innocuous. A theft on the property that Mr. Hale needed to report… A dispute with a neighbor that needed resolution… And of course, there was the possibly a little fun on the side.