…A ribbon of white heat ripped through her as the officer ran his oh-so-skillful hands along the under side of her arms, tickling the sensitive area, and leaving fire in their wake. All her skin receptors fired when he placed both hands on her breasts, lightly squeezing then tenderly kneading them.

Try as she might, Irma couldn't suppress the moan of pleasure. She knew she should stop him, knew this was wrong, but she didn't want him to stop. This man did it for her like nothing she could have imagined. Every other sexual experience of her life now felt like a mere appetizer for what she felt would be her filet mignon here.

She bit her lip, trying to hold at bay any other moans she might have a problem controlling. This man's body felt so damn good, and she prepared herself for the scenario yet to come.

Chuckling softly in her ear, his hot, sensual breath sending shivers up the back of her neck, Wray whispered, "You like that, don't you? I can tell."