Filthy Twin Cops (Forbidden Fantasies #17) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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“Every time, Ben,” I tell him with mock disapproval. But my brother just chuckles low in his chest.

We pull up behind the car, and from this distance, it looks like there’s just one person in the vehicle – possibly a woman, given the shadowy outline of wild hair.

This is going to be routine, so I grab my ticket book while Ben snags a clipboard. Then, my brother and I climb out of our respective sides of the vehicle and approach the dusty sedan. It’s probably someone ready to talk a mile a minute in the hopes of avoiding a ticket, and I brace myself in anticipation of an earful.

“Ma’am,” I say, stopping right outside the driver’s window, “you were driving pretty recklessly just now.”

But as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I stop in shock.

Holy shit. I look at Ben with wide eyes, surprised by who I’ve just seen. My brother bends to look inside as well and lets out his own surprised growl.

“You’re the woman from the other night,” he rasps to the young beauty behind the wheel. The brunette gazes back at us, her brown eyes are wide with panic and astonishment.

“Oh my god,” is all she manages in response. We stare at each other for about three seconds, my emotions a roller coaster. But then I make myself behave professionally.

“Ma’am, I’m Officer Brandon Cartwright, and this is Officer Ben Cartwright,” I say in a smoother tone. The stunned brunette blinks at us.

“Um, hi,” she says in a voice like velvet.

Breathing hard, I take in her tight tank top and thigh-high skirt. Her breasts rise and fall with each inhale, the air softly moving between lush pink lips. She looks from Ben to me, and then back again over and over again, those cheeks flushed. For just a moment, I wonder if it’s because she’s terrified or turned on. But my brother intercedes.

“Ma’am, we’re going to need to see your license and registration.” My twin’s voice is a bit rough around the edges, but otherwise normal. Immediately, the woman leaps into action.

“Oh sure, of course.” She fumbles with her purse, digging around for the documents. Then, she clicks open the glove box and shuffles some papers around there, too.

“Shit,” she murmurs under breath as she returns to searching her purse.

“Everything okay?” I ask, watching her movements with avid eyes. What are the chances? I think to myself. Beside me, I can see that the same thought is running through Ben’s mind, too.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Just trying to find my wallet.” The woman’s voice has gone up an octave, the surest sign that she’s panicking.

“Take your time,” I say as gently as possible, recognizing the flustered look of fear that comes with being pulled over by cops. Of course she’s afraid. She’s a working girl, and meeting up with the police is her worst nightmare.

A few more moments of searching prove fruitless, however, and the buxom brunette looks up at Ben and I with frightened, round eyes.

“I’m so sorry officers,” she says, tears beginning to form. “I think I left my wallet back in my hotel room. I don’t have my driver’s license with me.”

Before I can speak, a small rivulet trails down her cheek, jerking at my heart strings. “Please, please don’t arrest me,” the poor woman pleads in a broken voice. “I didn’t mean to leave my license. I’m not from around here and I just wanted to take a drive. It’s such a pretty night and I was going insane back at my hotel.”

I feel pity for her, but my brother and I have a job to do. It seems we’ve reached a crossroads and I grimace, weighing our options.

“Look ma’am, you’re going to be okay. But for now, can you please step out of the vehicle?” I try to keep my voice as gentle and calm as possible, but it doesn’t seem to do much good. She continues to sniffle, droplets coursing down her face.

“Okay,” she manages, “I’ll,” sniff, “get out,” sniff, “of the car.” Slowly, the door opens, and the beautiful woman exits the vehicle. My heart contracts because she’s unbelievably sexy and luscious. Previously, we could only see the outline of her figure, but now, I’m viewing it all. She’s got lush Double Ds, a narrow waist, and a big bottom that makes my fingers itch. Long legs complete the picture, toned and strong. I’d love to press kisses behind her knees, but this is not the time.

“All right, ma’am,” my brother says in a gravelly tone. We’re going to have you do a balance test.”

“A balance test?” She blinks her lashes several times in panic.

“Yes ma’am,” Ben confirms. “It’s routine procedure. I’m going to have you start here and walk straight down this line,” he says, trailing his toe in the dirt to form a makeshift line. She gapes a bit.



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