A shockingly handsome police officer knocks at my door. Beneath the brim of his hat, blue eyes I could easily drown in lift from the cleavage poking free from my sundress. He tells me how a house down the street was robbed and my surveillance cameras may have recorded the thieves as they drove away.
As I scan through the recordings, I realize he’s fixated on the toy I used on myself last night and forgot to put away. I could crawl under a rock from embarrassment. But the dominance in his instructions proves the man behind the uniform is in control.
As I scan through the recordings, I realize he’s fixated on the toy I used on myself last night and forgot to put away. I could crawl under a rock from embarrassment. But the dominance in his instructions proves the man behind the uniform is in control.