Tricky, manipulative, little dog lover! Mace closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Look what she’d reduced him to. These shenanigans. Suddenly Pride life began looking better and better.

She pouted. “You don’t have to trust me, Mace. It’s okay. It’s okay I trust you but you don’t trust me. That’s fine.”

With a short roar, he stretched out on the bed, his arms over his head. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

He ground his teeth together to keep from coming in his jeans. He’d been thinking about something like this as soon as he realized she’d become a cop. Of course, she’d been the handcuffed, not the handcuffer.

Still naked, Dez stepped up on the bed and settled her curvaceous body over his chest, straddling him with her long legs.

She held the cuffs up in front of his face. “You sure, Mace?”

“Don’t bullshit around with me, woman. Just do it.”

“Okay.” She leaned over him, her breasts in his face as she worked to secure his wrists to the bed frame. Being a cop, she hooked him up in about ten seconds. Even before he could get his mouth around her nipple.

She pulled away and smiled at her handiwork. “You’ve got huge wrists.”

He smirked. “Thanks.”

“It wasn’t a compliment or anything. Merely a statement of fact.”

He closed his eyes. The woman wanted to make him insane.

“Wanna see what I can do?”

Part of him wanted to say “No” and pout like a ten-year-old. But he was trying to be cooperative. It went against his very nature but, clearly, he would walk through fire for this woman.

Mace opened his eyes. On an annoyed sigh, “Yeah. Okay.”

Dez lifted her right breast in her hand, leaned forward, and wrapped her tongue around her own nipple. Her breasts were large enough so it wasn’t a challenge for her at all. Yet it was knowing she somehow discovered that little trick on her own—Mace swallowed. Dear God in heaven.

She licked her nipple, swirling the tip of her tongue around it. Mace could almost feel it on his own tongue. His cock strained against the hard material of his new jeans and in a few more seconds he’d end up destroying the bed frame to get to her.

Dez pulled back. “Cool, huh?”

All Mace could manage was a nod.

“Wanna see me do the other one?”

He nodded again. She held the other breast and repeated her actions, turning herself on in the process. He could smell it. And her squirming on his chest—so not helping.

She entertained him and her breasts for a little longer. When she finally pulled away, she’d begun panting. They stared at each other.

“Come here, Dez.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to.” Funny, she smelled like she wanted to.

“What do you want?”

Dez bit her lip. Then, taking a deep breath, she ran her hand down between her breasts, past her abs, and between her legs.

“Dez…what are you doing to me?”

“At the moment? Absolutely nothing.”

Mace watched Dez’s hand as she slid her middle finger inside her pussy, slowly drag it out, and across her clit. Why did she insist on torturing him? Okay. So he had tortured her a little the night before. And this morning. And in the kitchen. But nothing like this. This was killing him.

Her finger circled her clit as her hips slowly thrust against him. He watched her, completely entranced. How could he not be? She looked so gorgeous, riding him while she sought her own pleasure. One of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen and all he wanted to do at the moment was bury himself so far inside Dez he knocked her tonsils out.

It didn’t take her long. Her head thrown back, moaning, saying his name. God, she moaned his name. With that voice. Before he knew it, she was coming. Her legs gripping his hips, her body shaking. When the spasms passed, she slowly looked down at him.

“Fuck me, Dez,” he growled. “Or I’m buying you a new bed frame after Christmas.”

“We left the condoms downstairs.”

“Then get ’em. Now.”

Dez slipped off his body and walked out of the room. Great. Now he was panting. Mace closed his eyes and concentrated on the sound of Dez walking around the house. Anything to keep him from coming as soon as she touched his cock.

He heard her go down the stairs and into the kitchen. Heard her pick the box of condoms up off the counter. Heard her feet walking back the way she came. His cell phone rang and she stopped. He heard the swipe of metal against the counter as she scooped it up and headed back to the bedroom. He blinked in surprise, though, when he heard her answer his phone. Dez didn’t seem like the type to cross those kind of boundaries, until he remembered he had caller ID on the front of it. Which meant only one thing…

“Well hi, Missy. How you doin’?”

By the time she walked into the bedroom, Mace was laughing so hard he could barely see straight.

“Yeah, it’s me. Desiree. Although you can call me Detective.”

She dropped the box of condoms on the nightstand, grabbing one before returning to Mace on the bed. She crawled back on top of him.

“Oh yeah. He’s here, hon, but he’s handcuffed to my bed right now and kind of sticky, which is my fault.” She sighed. “Well, I can ask him to see if he wants to talk to you. But I was about to make him see God…oh. Well, you don’t have to get nasty. Hold on.”