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  Lust Detector

  ISBN # 978-1-906328-86-3

  ©Copyright Ann Cory 2008

  Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright December 2007

  Edited by Michele Paulin

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  LUST DETECTOR

  Ann Cory

  Dedication

  Dedicated to my husband who keeps the muse alive and well

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  Ferrari: Ferrari S.p.A.

  Chapter One

  Savannah Scott pulled her cherry red Ferrari over the moment she noticed the flashing lights. With her manicured fingernails, she unfastened the top two buttons of her tight knit shirt low enough to show off her lacy red push-up bra. With hurried grace, she checked her lipstick and smoothed a hand over her perfectly coifed hair. From the mirror, she gazed longingly at Officer Downs as he sidled up to her car, dressed in his fitted uniform, his powerful legs well concealed. With a deep breath she put the window down, offering a demure look.

  “Afternoon, Officer.”

  He nodded, face devoid of any emotion. “Ms. Scott.”

  Goose bumps spilled along her skin at the close proximity of his cock, restrained tightly inside his pants, just beyond her door.

  Reaching up, he removed his sunglasses, revealing his smouldering brown eyes. Eyes she imagined undressed her every time they had one of their confrontations. And to her delight, there’d been many.

  Voice full of sweetness, she prompted him for conversation. “Pleasant day for a drive, don’t you think, Officer?”

  He stroked the back of his neck, and switched the weight on his foot, swinging his groin closer in her direction. The gesture alone sent a fresh batch of goose bumps along her skin.

  “Yes, it is. But not above the speed limit,” he added huskily. “We both know it’s thirty-five miles per hour through here.”

  Savannah toyed with her necklace, the silver pendant circling between her breasts. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s the weather. My air conditioner at home is broken, so I came out here to cool down.” In a quick motion, she swept her hand across her chest and traced the neckline of her shirt, until she hit the swell of her breast.

  If her eyes didn’t deceive her, his bulge grew bigger.

  From his shirt pocket he pulled out a pad and pen. This would be the tenth ticket she owned with his name scrawled on it. She loved everything about his signature. Strong and stately, the way she pictured him naked.

  “I can appreciate your need to cool down, ma’am, but this makes the third time I’ve pulled you over in a week.”

  While her neighbours thought a woman of her age should drive something more low-key, she preferred things hard and fast. “Well, you know what they say. Third times a charm.” To underscore the charm expression, she batted her eyelashes. The look on his face said he wasn’t buying it, so she switched tactics. “No, you’re right, Officer. I’ve definitely learned my lesson. You could always get me off with a warning.”

  His eyes widened. “Pardon me?”

  Savannah feigned innocence and giggled. “I meant, let me off with a warning.”

  Head raised, he looked around, sighing deeply. The warm breeze rustled his black hair. Midnight black. Black as oil.

  “You really need to watch your speed, ma’am. I’d hate to take your license away from you.”

  Bottom lip out, she nodded her head. “Oh, I understand, Officer.”

  Her mind raced as he tapped the paper with his pen. She could easily reach out and unzip his pants. Slip her hand inside and feel the length and width of his erection. Stroke him to a climax right then and there.

  Not daring to cross the line, she turned her gaze upwards, watching the deep crease in his forehead as he pondered whether to write her a ticket or not.

  “Okay, Ms. Scott, I want you to listen to me carefully. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and not write you up. This time. Next time I catch you, there will be severe consequences. Understand?”

  Savannah bathed in his commanding tone, almost baiting her with a hint of a challenge. Severe consequences? What could those be? Moisture between her thighs increased at the delicious thoughts. He could handcuff her. Spread her pussy wide with his baton while he tongue-fucked her clit. Search beneath her bra and panties for any concealed weapons. Or take her in the back of his squad car with her legs wrapped around his neck.

  Warmth spread across her face. Already she’d forgotten what he told her.

  “I’m sorry, Officer Downs. Could you repeat the last part?”

  Mild annoyance crossed his youthful face. “You understand that I won’t be lenient on you next time I catch you out here speeding?”

  Amused at the prospect, she gave him her best come-hither look. “Yes, I do understand. If I’m naughty, you’re going to punish me. Agreed.”

  She saw the twitch to his lips.

  “Good afternoon, Ms. Scott.”

  “It is now, Officer Downs. Thank you.”

  Her body convulsed as she watched him walk away, swinging his tight ass from side to side. Savannah waited for him to drive away before she pulled back out onto the road. Headed for home, she beamed with pride.

  Infatuated with younger men in uniform, she often drove around checking them out, but ever since she’d laid eyes on Officer Downs, she’d remained monogamous with her flirtations. New to the police force, he went strictly by the book and wrote her up each time he pulled her over. But she didn’t care. It gave her more opportunities to spend a few moments with him, soaking in his godly physique and inhaling his musky spice scent.

  Her car wasn’t the only thing speeding along, so was time. Already, four weeks had passed since she’d nearly rammed into a car in the police station parking lot. From around the corner had jogged a handsome beast looking to be in his mid to late twenties, dressed in a pair of tight shorts that showed off well-defined muscles and packing some considerable size below his waist. Dazed and aroused, she’d sat back and rubbed her clit to a swift orgasm. She liked the new eye candy and badly wanted to seduce the wrapper right off him.

  Later that same night she couldn’t sleep. Not even chamomile tea or infomercials could sway her mind from the young man. His hard lines and toned abs were forever etched in her mind. Three orgasms later, thanks to her White Stallion vibrator, she’d come up with a plan to get his attention, and so far it was working out well.

  Today wa
s the first time he didn’t write her up, and she wondered if he was warming to her not-so-subtle advances. If only he didn’t call her ma’am. It made her feel her age.

  Savannah pulled into her long, circular driveway and parked in front of the sunflower stepping-stones. After her divorce she’d wanted to start new. With a small trailer stuffed full of her personal belongings, she’d driven from Georgia to Oregon and settled on a charming country cottage surrounded by Douglas firs and wildflowers. Her momma had been right about putting money away every month for a rainy day, and that particular day when she left had been pouring.

  Snuggle Bum, her Maine Coon cat, greeted her with a demanding mew and stretched his back high like an orange and white striped rainbow. She’d resigned herself to only one cat, not wanting to end up an old maid with a houseful of felines.

  Savannah reached down and ran her fingers along the purring fur ball. “Missed me, did you? Let’s get you a treat for being such a good guard kitty.”

  Sunshine poured into the kitchen from the skylight, heating the room like a sauna. She glanced outside at the sparkling water in her pool and considered swimming a few laps. It was about the only form of exercise she could tolerate. Fortunately her mother had blessed her with good advice and good genes.

  From a ceramic bowl with kitten paw prints on the side, she grabbed a handful of salmon flavoured snacks and sprinkled them on the floor. Thirsty, Savannah poured a glass of iced tea and added a spoonful of sugar. While the cool liquid remedied her parched throat, it did little for the heat between her thighs. In her mind she’d put together a close to perfect male, and out of the blue, he’d appeared. Since then her libido had been on fire.

  Close friends had warned her about dating a cop, claiming they were bad news, terrible with commitment and were married to the job. Savannah appreciated their concerns, but she was well beyond addiction. Not only did the young enforcement hottie rev up her internal engine, he’d also revved up the intensity of her fantasies. Mornings she woke covered in sweat, her clit swollen and on fire. A couple times she’d half expected to wake up and find him next to her. While her toys eased the burning need to orgasm, they did little in sating her fully.

  Each fantasy seemed to compete with the last, driving her to sexual insanity. Dreams of being shackled spread eagle in a cell with bars wide enough for his cock to slide through, taking turns thrusting inside her pussy and ass. Dreams of being hogtied in his squad car, the lights flashing, siren blaring, as he stretched every orifice to full capacity, repeatedly until spent.

  Savannah hoped his commanding authority came out in foreplay, too. She needed a man with the confidence to take a strong stand in the bedroom. A man who catered to her needs, cared about what she wanted, and liked to explore a little kinkiness.

  For the time being, she would have to be content with their brief interludes, though they were torture. He didn’t seem to mind pulling her over. Of course, he was probably humouring her and thought her some crazy woman going through early menopause or something. She liked that about him. But she longed to learn more. More than anything she longed to see him out of his uniform.

  Restless, she rested her elbows on the counter and sighed. She glanced longingly toward the pool with its promise of refreshing ripples lapping at her body then toward her computer desk in the corner. Data entry work loomed, her mainstay for income, as did her list of clients for an at home cosmetics company she signed on with. None of it sparked her interest. It would all be there later.

  Instead she made herself comfortable beneath the ceiling fan with her iced tea and a good book about a sexy alpha male she likened to Officer Downs.

  Alec Downs shook his head as he drove up and down the streets. He couldn’t get the temptingly sweet scent of fresh peaches out of his mind. Fresh peaches and cream that is, the heavenly scent wafting from between Ms. Savannah Scott’s thighs.

  Damn her short skirts and tight tops. At first glance he’d have pegged her for thirty, but her driver’s license claimed thirty-eight, ten years his senior. Obviously she took very good care of herself, at least from what he’d seen—and he wanted to see more. Ever since high school he’d been drawn to older women. How they dressed. Smelled. Acted. They had class, distinction and radiated a mysterious confidence. Girls his own age annoyed him, spending too much time trying to be what they thought he wanted instead of figuring out what they wanted. Savannah radiated confidence and oozed raw sexuality. It drove him mad.

  He ran a hand through his hair. Fuck she loved to flirt. A temptress on wheels. Between her mesmerising powder blue eyes, ruby lips, and sun-kissed skin, he had a tough time focusing on his duties. Half the time he recited regulations that came out in a jumbled mess. She made both his job and his cock hard, as evident by his fierce erection.

  Alec cranked up the air conditioner inside the patrol car. Either the humidity was getting to him or the encounter with Ms. Scott was. Her voluptuous body spiked his pulse up several notches whenever he pictured her naked, stretched across his bed, pussy glistening. A wildcat existed beneath those long lashes and severely tight clothes. With a chuckle, he thought over her comment on getting her off with a warning. It wasn’t like him to give into distractions so easily, especially where women were concerned, but she had his full attention.

  He’d tried several relationships in the past, but there was always something missing. Some kind of spark. He couldn’t figure it out. Sex, hell, he loved sex, but he loved it more with some adventure, and playfulness thrown in. Those things turned him on. A woman who wasn’t afraid to speak up and tell him exactly what she wanted, but brave enough to handle it when he obliged.

  If any woman fit those qualities, it was Savannah Scott. While he didn’t know if her interests were in a fling, or something more long-term, he figured they could find a way to make it work. Up until today he’d been happy to watch her from afar. He adored her spunk and the way she batted her lashes when trying to talk herself out of a ticket. Her classic explanations only gave him more of an excuse to look at her. When he stood at just the right angle, he got a fabulous eyeful of her breasts. It made him want to bury his face between them and get lost in her soft, curvaceous spirit. Her pout was to die for. Full beautiful lips flashed from coy to a smile in half a heartbeat and sent his body into orbit. He didn’t even mind that she stared at him like a piece of meat.

  Savannah. Her name reminded him of hot wind and wild honey. If he wasn’t mistaken, she had a hint of southern in her voice, a slight seductive drawl he enjoyed listening to. ‘Course, she could say anything, and he’d like it.

  Her womanly body gave off the sexiest vibe. He felt it two feet from her car when he walked up. Sometimes it was so strong he had to push himself to keep going. It spoke deep to his subconscious, making him question what he would do, how far he would go, and what the boundaries were. Little comments, said under her breath or sometimes with her eyes, baited him and reeled him closer to testing those boundaries. Her body spoke to him. Asked him to touch it, kiss it, and breathe it in.

  Alec’s mind often drifted as she spoke. Thoughts on how beautiful her lips would look wrapped around his cock or the way her golden thighs would feel on either side of his face as he went down on her, tasting her essence. Thoughts about what it would be like taking her in her pussy and her ass.

  He wondered if she liked things kinky. Wondered how she would fair with toys and chains. Maybe she liked it sweet, and he could do that too, but her demeanour suggested daring. It wasn’t so much the adventure he’d been missing in other relationships. It was the spark. Flirting. Taunting. The wanting. A dull ache crept up through his belly and pulsed hard in his groin. That ache was Savannah.

  Sweat slid down the sides of his face and he pulled behind a vacant building. He unzipped his pants, sighing in relief as his cock tasted freedom. There was no way he could drive around the rest of the day in his aroused state.

  Alec glanced out the windows and then scrunched down in his seat. With his fist tight arou
nd his cock, he moved up and down. Savannah. He whispered her name. He imagined his cock between her lips, between her thighs. Her peach scent lingered and infused his car. He couldn’t wait to lap up her juices.

  He imagined her eyes pleading, lips begging for his touch. Imagined her delicate wrists bound by handcuffs, legs splayed wide, and his for the taking. He pumped his cock hard, fist tight, knowing somehow her pussy would milk the life right out of him.

  He wondered how many men she’d been with. What kind of experiences held fast in her mind. Had she ever been taken in the ass? His body convulsed at the idea. He’d fuck her good and make her forget there was ever anyone before him.

  He stroked his cock faster, until a jet stream of white liquid coated his belly and hand. Panting, he gazed out the window, eyes blurred, taking in the moment.

  Hot as she made him, Alec tired of only seeing her writhe in his mind’s eye.

  The next time he pulled her over, he would get her off with a warning. And take her by complete and total surprise.

  Chapter Two

  Savannah spent the evening flipping through magazines, trying to keep her mind off Officer Downs. He didn’t make it easy for her, dressing the way he did in his uniform. His shirt stretched taut across a physique she yearned to run her hands along. His pants nestled impossibly close to his skin. She couldn’t deny her fierce craving to find out the size of his cock. To smooth her hands along every hot and hard inch. Taste his rich heat.

  In her mind, she was his and belonged to no one else. She’d seen him pull over other women, envy barrelling through her body. How could any woman not be blown away by his good looks? Savannah didn’t know if he had a girlfriend or regular lovers, but she was safe knowing he didn’t have a wife, a fact she checked each time she looked at his hands.