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PIPPI WATCHED WIDE-eyed as Acheron slowly placed a finger over his lips.Don't speak.

She barely managed a nod when his fingers drove through the locks of her hair, pulling her head back just as his mouth lowered down to hers.

Omigodomigodomigodomigod!

She felt him pulling her lower lip between his teeth, and her eyes closed as he began to suck. Everything he did felt so good.Everything!There was something about his touch that made her knees go instantly weak but empowered her at the same time. In his arms, she was free from all fears and inhibitions, and when she felt him lift her up, she didn't even hesitate to lock her legs around his waist. His belt buckle scraped against the soft crotch of her slacks, and the friction had her inner folds slowly getting creamy with moisture. She unthinkingly pressed closer, her legs tightening, and Acheron growled against her mouth.

"Stop that," he warned her in a low, rough voice. The way she was grinding against his crotch as he carried her to the opposite end of the room was fast decimating his control.

"I d-don't think I can."

A soft, tremulous admission, accentuated by the continuous rubbing of her crotch against his hardness, destroyed all of his good intentions.Fuck taking things slow.Ignoring her gasp as he abruptly lowered her to her feet, he pushed her against the wall and drove his tongue deeper into her mouth.

She whimpered, but the sound was of longing rather than fear. Her mind shut down, leaving her to respond as her wanton body wanted, which was to submit fully to his touch. She felt his tongue trace the outline of her lips, and she exulted in the moist pleasure of it. She felt his fingers move down her back, and the shivery trail his touch left had Pippi feeling so lightheaded that by the time she realized why he had placed her hands behind her back, it was already too late.

One telltale click, followed by the slap of cold hard metal around her wrists, and it was only then that the truth hit home.

He had cuffed her!

Acheron smirked as Pippi gasped against his mouth, but even so he didn't think twice about taking advantage of her fully parted lips. His tongue slid in, and the kiss at once turned explosive. Her tongue mated with his, shyly at first and then with growing confidence, until it was his turn to gasp.

Knowing that to lose his head completely would be bad for both of them, he forced himself to jerk away, and the sound of her tiny mewl of protest at having the kiss end had Acheron squeezing his eyes shut as he strove for control.

Pippi's heart thundered against her chest as Acheron opened his eyes and she saw the blatant glitter of desire. He frightened and thrilled her at the same time, and the shackles around her wrists only served to heighten the situation. It seemed impossible to think that this was truly happening, and the lethally sexy figure he cut in his police uniform only added to the surreal, hallucinatory feel of the moment.

He saw the way she couldn't stop staring, and Acheron's lips curved ever so slightly. "Who would've thought...the prim and proper Miss Pippilotta Jones—-" Her name, uttered in a sensual purr, had her shuddering, and his eyes gleamed. "Would have a fetish for men in uniform..."

She gasped. "I d-do not!" But the blush that swept over her cheeks gave her away, and Acheron smirked.

"You're a surprisingly bad girl, Ms. Jones."

"I'm n-not." And yet her toes actually curled at the accusation, and she could only wonder dazedly if maybe it was what he had said, and shewasa bad girl.

She watched him slowly come towards her, and her breath hitched.

"I'm afraid I can't take your word for it, Ms. Jones."

"W-What?"

"I'll need to give you a thorough inspection, make sure you don't have anything dangerous on you."

Her eyes widened as the meaning of his words became clear. She started to protest, but by then he had already closed the distance between them, and the next thing she knew, it was truly happening, and Acheron Simonides was frisking her like she was America's #1 Most Wanted.

Bloooooooooooody hell.

Her body buckled as his fingers came into contact with her skin, and desire-darkened eyes held hers captive as strong hands ran down her sides ever so slowly.

Her body sagged against the wall.

Who knew frisking could ever be so shamefully pleasurable?

She bit her lip hard, her gaze helplessly clinging to Acheron's uniformed figure as he crouched down while his hands continued its damnably leisurely pace, tracing the curve of her hips and all the way down to her ankles.

And then he started back up again, and she bit back a whimper at the thought of having to endure another whole cycle of his touch. It was maddening and addictive, and by the time he had risen to his full height, his fingers had paused at the undersides of her breasts, and it was all she could do not to scream.

"I'll need to check if you've hidden anything inside your bra, Ms. Jones."

For the love of—-