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  HOT Cop

  Stella Stone

  HOT Cop

  Copyright © 2018 by Stella Stone

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN-13: 978-1719421362

  ISBN-10: 1719421366

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  Contents

  About the Author

  Also By Stella Stone

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Stella Stone is a penname for an already established author who wants to write Simply. Sexy. Stories.

  She is a mother of two boys, and a wife to a bearded hubby, residing in a rural Texas town. During the day she writes sexy stories while her children are at school. In the afternoon, she is a chauffeur, Taekwondo observed, loud baseball, basketball, and cheering swim mom.

  Enjoy her Simply. Sexy. Stories and the Alpha men she enjoys creating.

  Also By Stella Stone

  Alpha Billionaire Series

  BUYING THE HEIRESS

  BUYING THE BARISTA

  BUYING THE VIRGIN (July 2018)

  HOT Alpha Series

  HOT Recluse

  HOT Cop

  HOT Boss (August 2018)

  The best protection any woman can have… is courage.

  Elizabeth Cady Stanton

  CHAPTER ONE

  GRANT

  Leaning my head back against the seat, I let out a heavy exhale. This isn’t the way I saw this night going. I wanted to be home, maybe have a random girl from the bar around the corner sucking my dick. What I didn’t want to do was be on babysitting duty for my chief’s daughter.

  I understood her father being protective. I suppose if I had a daughter, I would be much of the same. However, having me on a stakeout and follow her around, was a bit much in my opinion.

  I’m a fifteen-year veteran of the police force, a detective, not some rookie on probation that needs to impress his chief. In other words, I have better shit to do on my off time, like get laid.

  Watching the building across from me, I wait.

  Apparently, they’ve been estranged the past five years, but she’s back living in town and he wants eyes on her every move. Personally, I think it’s all too much, but what the fuck do I know?

  A few minutes into my pointless shift there’s movement at the front of the building. I watch as a small figure bounces down the stairs. She stops beneath a street light and looks up.

  The photo I have of the chief’s daughter is about five years old, but I would recognize that long deep red hair anywhere.

  Her face is what causes my breath to hitch. Goddamn. She does not look like the young teenager from the picture, not anymore.

  The girl in front of me is all woman.

  Her freckles cover her nose and cheeks, her long red hair falls around her shoulders. As my eyes travel down her lush curves, everything about her makes my cock stand at attention.

  “Fuck,” I groan.

  She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear before she starts to walk down the street. I frown, glancing at the clock. It’s well after ten in the evening and this sexy little girl does not need to be walking around the city streets, without a man at her side.

  Not that our town is some big dangerous metro, but it’s still not safe for any woman to walk around late at night in the dark, alone. I creep behind her, keeping enough distance that I don’t scare her, but can still see her.

  Turning the corner, I frown when I watch her walk toward one of the only two clubs in town. She’s wearing a pair of skintight pants that encase her ass superbly, and a top that shows off her midriff.

  Not anything I would allow my woman to wear, let alone my daughter, out in public. I wonder if chief really knows her at all? I know without a doubt that I plan on getting to know her better, sooner rather than later.

  ELISE

  Someone is following me, again. It’s becoming fucking obnoxious, is what it is. I slip my phone out of my purse and find my father’s contact information. He picks up on the first ring, unsurprisingly.

  “Tell him to back off,” I growl.

  He chuckles, “Where are you?”

  I shake my head. He doesn’t get to parent me. Not after sending me off to live with my aunt my entire teenage life. No way.

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m twenty years old and I’ll do what I want.”

  I end the call as I walk straight up to the bouncer. Hopefully he didn’t hear me say I was twenty, since my fake ID claims I’m twenty-one, almost twenty-two.

  I watch as his eyes devour me. I’m wearing an outfit to attract attention. Skintight black pleather pants, black high heels, a white off the shoulder top that exposes my entire stomach. My hair is also curled, and the natural red color is like a siren to most men.

  Rebelling.

  That’s what I’m doing, and maybe I’ll self-destruct, but right now I don’t care. I had a life before he ripped me away. I had friends, and a plan.

  I had already been accepted into one of the best beauty schools in California, now I’m here in podunk, nowhere. All because my father demanded it so, and my aunt, she’s gone so there’s nobody to fight for me anymore.

  CHAPTER TWO

  ELISE

  My neck prickles as the sensation of being watched doesn’t go away. I know there’s a police car somewhere behind me. I can feel eyes on me.

  My fucking father.

  The asshole.

  He thinks that he can control me, control every aspect of my life but he’s wrong. He doesn’t even know who I am anymore, hasn’t since I was fifteen, when he abandoned me.

  The bouncer lets me walk past him and I hurry into the club. It’s a really happening place, for such a small town and I’m glad to get away from the four corners of my apartment for a while. I don’t know that I’ll ever make any friends here, but it’s nice to get out of my place.

  Walking up to the bar, I wait for a window between people to appear so that I can slip in. When one does, I try not to press too closely to either of the men next to me as I order a margarita on the rocks, rimmed in sugar.

  The man next to me looks down, giving me a wink but I don’t reciprocate. He isn’t my type. He’s tall and lanky, and while his pink polo shirt is nice, and trendy, that’s not what makes me tingle. I like my men big, strong, and oozing manliness.

  Turning away from the bar, I walk toward one of the darkened corners of the club. I’m going to stay here, d
rink a little and people watch long enough for my dad to get rid of the tail. If he doesn’t, I don’t know what I’ll do next, but I’m over his shit.

  Leaning my head against the wall, I let out a breath, as my eyes close.

  “You really shouldn’t leave your drink exposed, without watching it,” a baritone voice purrs from beside me.

  I roll my head to the side, my eyes slowly opening, and I have to suppress the moan that threatens to escape.

  The man in front of me is the exact opposite of pink-polo dude. He’s taller than him, his shoulders wider by at least three times, and his chest is barreled, huge and it looks hard to the touch. This man is my type.

  My fingers twitch at the thought of running my hands down his chest, down to his stomach to see if he’s hard there, if he has rippling abs or not. My guess is he does, and my mouth waters at the thought.

  My eyes travel down and I’m unable to hold back the moan this time, as I see the tree trunks he’s sporting as thighs.

  “My eyes are up here, doll,” he rasps.

  His voice is so deep, that my pussy doesn’t tingle this time, it pulses with need. My eyes snap to his and I can’t hide my embarrassment. My face feels hot, and I know it has to be beet red, but the darkness of this corner hides it, thank goodness.

  “There’s quite a lot of you to look at, pardon me for taking it all in,” I smart off.

  I’m thankful that he can’t see my face, because I know it's bright enough to match my hair right now. He chuckles, the sound making the problem between my legs even worse.

  My panties are wet, I know they are. I’m glad that I’m not wearing cotton pants at this point in the evening.

  “Isn’t it past your bedtime, little doll?” he asks.

  My spine straightens, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Fuck off,” I spit.

  His lips turn up into a cocky grin, “Now, now, that’s not very lady like,” he coos.

  I hold my breath when he lifts his hand. His fingers dance up the center of my exposed chest, his eyes following their path until they disappear behind my neck and tangle in my hair, then he lifts his gaze to my own.

  The intensity in his face has me frozen solid, he leans in, rasping just loud enough for only me to hear.

  “Go on home, little doll. You can’t handle the big boys, and the pencil dicks who are circling you, wouldn’t know what to do with you if they caught you.”

  Sticking my tongue out, I wet my bottom lip. His eyes watch the movement before they shift back up to my own. “But you would know how to handle me?” I breathe.

  He smirks, a dimple appearing in his cheek when he does, and I have to press my thighs together. “Oh yeah, I know exactly how to handle you. I’d break you just like a little porcelain doll, though,” he rasps. “Go home.”

  GRANT

  The little doll looks up at me, her mouth opened slightly in surprise, before her eyes narrow. My cock grows even harder at the sight. I can tell she’s getting ready to mouth off to me, and I can’t fucking wait. Sparring with her is fun, especially since she’s so turned on and flustered.

  “Try me,” she states, arching a brow.

  My stomach dips, and I growl. I hadn’t expected her response. I figured she would have just told me to go fuck myself again. She smirks tilting her chin up and her lips curl, thinking that she’s one upped me.

  Reaching for her glass, I take it and deposit it on the little window ledge next to her. Then I fit myself in front of her, my body pressed against her soft one. She lets out a puff of air, her eyes widening as she stares up at me.

  Without a word, I slide my hand down her belly, shielding her from anyone else’s view. Running my fingers along the waist of her tight pants, I dip two inside and grin when I feel her belly tremble beneath my touch.

  “Are you sure you want me to test you, doll?” I growl.

  This one taste won’t be enough, I know it, I can feel it in my dick. She whimpers, her head nodding slowly, as she peeks her tongue out again, tasting her lips. Fuck, I need to know just how good they taste, she’s been licking them off and on since we started talking.

  Leaning down, I capture her bottom lip between my teeth and I slide my tongue across it. Her flavor explodes on my taste buds and I groan as I slide my hand further into her tight pants. I groan when my finger finds the center of her panties, and they’re fucking drenched.

  “What’s your name?” she whimpers as I run my finger over her panty covered pussy.

  I shake my head. “No names, little doll,” I rasp, after releasing her lip.

  My cock presses against my zipper as I take in the sight of her panting. Her bottom lip is swollen from my teeth, and her mouth opens in awe, as I touch her wet as fuck pussy.

  Moving her panties over to the side, I almost whimper as I feel her wet heat. Slipping one finger inside of her, I bite my bottom lip. She’s so fucking tight, and warm, and wet.

  Only one of my fingers will fit inside of her, and I can’t help but wonder just how snug she would feel around my cock.

  Trying to push the thought of sliding into her tight cunt away, I fuck her with my finger. Her hips lift, meeting my finger’s thrusts as she rides my hand. It’s a tight fit, her pants not giving much stretch but goddamn is she sexy as fuck right now. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I work her in small quick circles.

  “Oh God,” she cries, lifting her hands to my shoulders.

  I feel her nails dig into my skin over my shirt, but it doesn’t stop me from continuing. Her cunt flutters around me and she jerks beneath my touch. I continue, not stopping until her hand wraps around my wrist and she tries to remove me from her dripping wet pussy.

  Lifting my gaze to hers, I grin. “Stop, please, I can’t take anymore,” she pants.

  Wanting nothing more than to turn her around and fuck her right here in this bar, I remove my hand and take a step back. She’s breathing heavily, attempting to still catch her breath.

  “You can’t handle me, little doll,” I rasp.

  Turning away from her, trying as hard as I can to shield my hard-on, I leave the club. My body screams at me to turn around, throw her over my shoulder, take her home and claim her. My boss would have my balls for it though, so against my natural urge, I walk away.

  I don’t go far, slipping into my car, I wait until she walks out a few minutes later. I watch as she searches for me, her head falling slightly, and then I make sure she’s safely home.

  The chief called me off of babysitting duty before I even walked into that club, and he says he won’t require me to keep an eye on her any longer, or anyone else for that matter. He’s going to give her some freedom. Too bad for her, I’m shit at following directions.

  Little Elise won’t get any freedom from me, I’m not her father.

  CHAPTER THREE

  ELISE

  I hurry home, tears falling from my eyes, not because I’m hurt, but because I’m pissed the fuck off. That fucking asshole. Sliding my key into the lock, I walk into my apartment, slamming the door behind me.

  Whoever that stranger was, he’s an asshole.

  A sexy as shit asshole.

  I seethe as I pace back and forth in front of my locked front door. How dare he, how dare he make me come and then just walk away like that. I’m fucking irrational, and I don’t know what to do.

  My phone rings in my purse and I scramble for it with shaky hands. It’s an unknown number which makes me frown.

  “Hello?” I ask, on a whisper.

  “Go to sleep, little doll,” a rough voice says on the other end of the line.

  I bite my bottom lip, walking over to the only window in the room and look down at the street. I don’t see anything there, not a car or a person in sight.

  “How did you get my number?” I demand, my heart-rate starting to speed up.

  He chuckles, and the sound causes my pussy to clench. My body wants him, even if he’s a creeper, it’s annoying.

  “I have my ways. Like I said, go to slee
p,” he says, dropping his voice in almost a husky whisper.

  I hum, stepping away from the window and turning out the lights as I make my way toward my bedroom.

  “Why would I listen to you?” I ask softly.

  He grunts. “Go to sleep, little doll, have sweet dreams.”

  The line goes dead, and I stare at the phone. I feel a bit of unease as I walk around my room, wondering exactly who this sexy stranger is, and how he got my number, and how he could see me.

  I really hope that I didn’t find myself a stalker, but then again, do they make stalkers that sexy? I’ve never heard or seen any that looked like him before.

  Grabbing a tank top, I hurry into my bathroom and strip out of my clothes. I’m not comfortable undressing in my room, not if he can somehow see me. Although, the idea of him watching me change, sends a thrill up my spine, and causes my belly to flip.

  I hook my thumbs in my panties after I’ve shimmied out of my pants. I stop myself, moving my hand over to the center of my cotton thong. It’s still wet from my orgasm.

  Slipping my finger beneath the center, of my panties, I feel my pussy and whimper. I’m sticky and wet, my clit sensitive to the touch, and yet I crave more.

  I wish that handsome stranger was here. He knew what he was doing when he left me needy and wanting more. One orgasm from him was definitely not enough, I feel empty now.