Sexy Lexy

Sexy Lexy

Aurora Rose Lynn

Handcuffs and Lace

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Amber Wyeth returns to her hometown of Cedar Ridge aiming to take revenge on an old high school flame who jilted her on prom night, only to discover the sexy sheriff might haul her off to jail for being naughty. When one erotic game leads to another, will Amber’s quest for revenge leave her wanting more?

Sheriff Joey Hansen’s fantasies are about to come true in a way he never expected when he meets the owner of a red Porsche with SXY LXY license plates on a deserted highway. She has car trouble but the driver’s spicy games and scanty clothing are revving his engine up. How can he quench his longing for the beautiful woman? He decides turnaround is fair play.

PUBLISHED BY: Resplendence Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-60735-119-1
CATEGORIES: Erotica, Contemporary
KEYWORDS: Sexy Lexy, Aurora Rose Lynn, Handcuffs and Lace, Romance, Erotic Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Contemporary

EBOOKS BY Resplendence Publishing

EBOOKS BY Aurora Rose Lynn

COPYRIGHT Aurora Rose Lynn/2010

Nothing much happened in the small town of Cedar Ridge where the summer heat now took its humid toll on man and beast alike. Joey Hansen, the town’s sheriff, didn’t think anything of it when he pulled to the side of the deserted two-lane highway behind a red Porsche that appeared to be having engine trouble. With interest, he noted the sporty car’s personalized license plate read SXY LXY, but he wasn’t expecting anything unusual. He should have known better.

The Porsche’s hood was up, so when he stepped from his cruiser, he didn’t immediately see anyone. When he rounded the front of the vehicle, he saw a woman, tall and slender, bent over, checking on something in the engine. She straightened and faced him. He’d never in his life seen her, but his heart stopped beating.

There wasn’t much of the shiny, gold, provocative mini-dress covering her shapely butt. His eyes feasted on her long, long legs, which ended in six-inch high heels. Her toenails were painted crimson red. Sweet mercy, the driver of SXY LXY was more than a man could handle, the equivalent of a pinup poster on some horny teenage kid’s bedroom door. Her breasts were big and pressed against the fabric of the mini-dress. Her hair was true blonde, the silky strands windswept, and her heart-shaped lips were slightly parted. Her sexy blue eyes sparkled and held a bucketful’s worth of mischievousness that set his bullshit radar on full alert.

His cock immediately came to attention and ached something fierce to get under SXY LXY’s mini dress, which left little to his imagination. The blood roared in his brain. He couldn’t have dreamed her even in his wildest fantasies.

Joey couldn’t think of one word to say. He opened his mouth several times, croaked, and helplessly closed it again. How could any woman leave a man tongue-tied, his brain sizzling and incapable of the simplest thought?

“My car,” she began, her voice as sultry and beautiful as she was. “There’s something wrong with it.” Her super-long eyelashes fluttered and veiled her dancing eyes.

Joey found himself holding his breath. His blood pressure was at an all time high. And he still couldn’t speak, but he had to say something. SXY LXY was waiting, her lips slightly parted.

She took the initiative. “Oh, you poor baby. You need some TLC.”

Closing the distance between them with a couple of quick steps, she reached out and ran a trail of burning fire from his left shoulder to his heart. The heat from her hot palm seared through him, but he was still speechless.

She blinked several times. “I’m so glad you came along.” She paused and blew out a small sigh. “I love a man in uniform.”

“Yeah,” Joey managed in a thin, reedy voice.

“Oh? You don’t believe me?” Her gaze, languorous and playful, flicked over his. Her palm rested over his rapidly beating heart. “It’s so lonely on this road here. It’s almost as if everyone fell asleep.”

Though she was in high heels, the top of her head barely came to his nose. She weaved her fingers down his chest to his belt. Joey held his breath again. He needed to stop her, to take control of the situation as he’d been trained to do, but his ability had inexplicably vanished. SXY LXY could touch him anywhere she desired, and he wouldn’t be able to stop her, he was so enthralled by her femininity.

Several times, she tapped on his walkie-talkie. “Should I call someone? Maybe the dispatcher?”

Mutely, he shook his head. Heaven forbid she’d call Battleaxe Bertha, telling her that Joey had a hard-on and didn’t know what to do with it.

SXY LXY’s hand slowly traveled lower, exploring, past his leather belt and along the crotch seam of his navy-blue trousers. Her fingers stroked along the length of his pulsing cock, arousing him to fever pitch.

“I love the way a uniformed man packs his gun,” she murmured, her gaze meeting his.

“I, uh, thought there’s something wrong with your car,” he whispered. His balls had never in his life hurt as badly as they were hurting now.

The wind picked up and a breeze toyed with the lower strands of her hair as if matching her mischief. Joey imagined running his fingers through the silky strands as he kissed those plump, all-too-inviting lips.

“Something wrong with the car?” Her eyelashes fluttered. “Oh yes. I can’t start it.”

Despite his better judgment, knowing she was working him and helpless to prevent it, he asked, “Did the engine turn over?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know anything about engines.”

You sure know enough about getting mine revved up.

At least her hand was now on safer territory, lingering over the flat of his stomach.

“Let me see if I can start it for you,” he mumbled, exerting great effort to step away from the blonde bombshell. Funny, he didn’t normally care for blondes and went for brunettes or redheads instead.

His knees trembled as he made his way to the driver’s side of the car, got in, stretched out his leg and pressed his foot on the gas pedal.

“Darn car,” he grumbled. Why wouldn’t it start? He stared at his polished, black shoe.

SXY LXY hunkered down. A sideways glance gave him a good view of her shapely thighs and a peek at her lace-edged panties. Or was it a thong? Did she shave her pubic hair or not? His mouth went dry with hunger. Sweet mercy but he was in trouble.

She set her palm on his upper thigh and asked sweetly, “Would it help to turn the key in the ignition?”

Fire shot through him at her light touch and her lovely face tilted upward expectantly. “Uh, yeah, right.” Was he stupid or what? How could he forget such a simple thing? He turned the key, and the car purred to life.

With that, he regained some of his equilibrium. “There’s not a thing wrong with this vehicle.”

How would he get up with her slim hand on his thigh so near his painfully, pulsing erection?

“As I said, I don’t understand a thing about engines.” Her sparkling blue eyes riveted on his.

Joey couldn’t understand why he was so tongue-tied when he usually dealt matter-of-factly with emergencies. Yet this wasn’t an emergency, not a law-related one anyway. Maybe the woman needed to be laid, but that wasn’t a crisis. Or was it?

“I’ve got to get going,” he mumbled in a hoarse tone, sneaking a peek at the juncture of her thighs. Lord, have mercy!

“Don’t you want to know my name?” SXY LXY didn’t look at him while she spoke. She stroked his thigh with crimson-red nails. She was a hungry she-cat on the loose, and he was her solitary, mesmerized prey.

Joey wanted to get the hell out before he did something stupid like kiss those soft, glossy lips. He said the first thing that came to mind. “I could arrest you for harassment.”

Not likely, but hell, she won’t know.

Shit, but he shouldn’t have said that. Her blue gaze danced, and her eyelashes fluttered. “Will that include a strip search?”

He almost choked and began coughing uncontrollably.

SXY LXY patted his shoulder comfortingly. “There, there,” she soothed.

She’d moved just enough that Joey could angle around her and make a quick getaway as he coughed, his hand covering his mouth. Without a backward glance, he slammed into the cruiser’s driver seat and jammed his foot on the gas pedal.

His head swam with visions of SXY LXY spread-eagled against the car as he tugged the scanty fabric of her panties down her legs. The erotic images of her in his bed, her legs parted as he straddled her, did nothing to calm him.

He lifted his water bottle to his lips and took a long drink. The water was too warm and tasted awful. He threw the bottle onto the passenger seat, wishing he could as easily do the same with the X-rated images of SXY LXY.


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