Lawful Domination [Uniform Fetish 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page A

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    “I assume you weren’t fired from your job after all.”
    She looked up at him. It took a moment before the recognition settled in. “Are you following me?” she teased. “I promise I kept to the speed limit all the way here. I was such a good girl, you’d be proud of me.” Stephanie was different when not wound up tighter than a spinning top. That sense of urgency and bitterness had fizzled away, leaving just the woman. She was calm, an air of flirtation surrounding her. This was how he remembered her from the firefighter’s ball—confident yet approachable. Only he’d done nothing that fateful night, leaving him regretting his inaction a month later.
    “We like to follow up. To make sure we didn’t make a bad decision on letting you off the hook.”
    She nodded slowly. “I see.” The barely visible start of a smile peeked out. “And where is your other half? Arresting some schoolgirls, maybe? Or raiding the bingo hall?”
    “You should be nicer. It was Dom who let you walk. If it were up to me I would have had you strip searched and booked.” He knew he was crossing the line, but he couldn’t help himself. Her lips were full and cherry red. He recalled how they looked wrapped around his breathalyzer. And imagined them around his cock.
    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    His body began to respond to her playfulness. Fuck, he wanted her. In the past eight years, he’d never wanted a woman more. Before he could reply, a scream captured his attention. A small crowd gathered by the other end of the stage front as if pulled in by a black hole. More screams and raised voices rang around the large room. His thoughts instantly went to his best friend. He was alone over there. Without a good-bye, he rushed away from Stephanie, pushing through the crowd to reach the source of the problem.
    “What happened?” he asked Dom once he reached the epicenter. A small bubble of space had been created around a downed man, and his partner was on his knees beside him.
    “I don’t know. Maybe a heart attack? Exhaustion? I’ve radioed for the paramedics already.”
    “Does he have a pulse?” The victim was an older man with white hair. He looked to be in his seventies, so he wasn’t overly concerned about foul play.
    “Yeah, just keep these vultures back,” said Dom, loosening the man’s collar.
    He was tempted to send a shot in the air, but it would likely be disastrous in an all-glass building, not to mention the twenty-page report he’d have to write for discharging his firearm. When he saw the other two officers on duty squeezing their way through the spectators, his nerves settled. The private guards were also inside the doors now, trying to monitor the current situation rather than the prototype car. Within minutes, he could hear the wail of the ambulance.
    “What’s happening?” asked Jeremy once he reached them.
    “Medical issue. You can help by clearing a path for the paramedics. They’ll need to get through in a minute.”
    The place was chaos. The announcer returned to the stage, asking everyone to remain calm, which had the opposite effect. By the time Brent and his partner showed up with the portable gurney, Grayson was relieved to see them, a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders. Every minute counted in a medical emergency. They’d shown up within minutes, a tribute to their well-run city services.
    Brent bent down, setting his black bag to his left. He went right to work, only focused on the elderly man on the ground. “Pulse is steady but weak. Did anyone see what happened?”
    “He just passed out. Hasn’t regained consciousness yet,” said Dom.
    “Okay. Cory, help me get him on the stretcher.” The two paramedics lifted the man onto their gurney and headed out without a word.
    Grayson took a cleansing breath once they were gone and the regular murmur of conversation resumed at the event. Two more hours.

Chapter Two
     
    Stephanie couldn’t believe her dream cops were