Naughty Wish

2. Finn

Chapter Two

Finn

I stared at the woman standing before me, my eyes landing on a bright streak of purple in her hair. The purple stood out amidst the rich brown of her glossy dark hair. Ever since I’d laid eyes on her, I’d had a b****y hard time focusing. She was f*****g beautiful, and if my c**k had its way, I’d stare at her all day. Actually, I’d do far more than stare.

Dispatch had reported her information before I even arrived on the scene, so I knew her to be Jana Sparks. She had a squeaky clean driving record.

My first problem had been solved. By some miracle, I’d gotten her to stop arguing with the cocky prick who tried to blame their fender bender on her. My second problem was I could hardly stop looking at her and would quite happily toss her into my patrol car and drive away with her. Her wide blue eyes, fair skin and wild hair were mesmerizing. To say she wasn't my usual type would be a massive understatement. My ex had been what I’d call a classic beauty—blonde hair, blue eyes, always impeccably dressed and with a polite demeanor. Nothing like this brash woman standing before me, ready to argue over a citation. Her brightly streaked hair lent her a whimsical touch. She had curves for days and a boldness to her that hit me right in the gut, or rather my c**k.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, drawing my gaze down. My willful eyes took a leisurely detour, absorbing the way her breasts pulled her blouse tight, and the way her hips flared out and flowed into curvy legs. She wore a fitted white blouse over a gray skirt. At a glance, her outfit was perfectly respectable. Yet, somehow on her, it made me crazy. Even the coffee stains were endearing—I surmised she’d spilled coffee when her car got bumped. When she huffed, I glanced up and recalled she’d just said something.

“My apologies. Come again?”

She spun her phone in her hand, reminding me she had a picture of a cake p***s on the screen. I had to admit, whoever made that cake had some serious skill. For a moment, I’d thought it was real, but then I’d seen the gleam of the flesh-colored icing.

She sighed rather dramatically, her eyes flicking to the corner of her crumpled bumper. “I have a flat tire,” she said.

Her voice had a husky quality to it, only adding to the utter distraction she presented.

“I'll make arrangements for a tow truck for you. Do you need a ride somewhere?” I asked.

This was what I would ask anyone in this particular situation, yet it didn’t escape my attention that this would offer me some time alone with her.

Her gorgeous blue eyes widened. “You'll give me a ride?”

She seemed surprised by the simple suggestion.

“If you need one, yes. We're in the middle of heavy traffic,” I said, stating that rather obvious point.

Jana huffed and brushed a lock of purple hair behind her ear. “Well, of course. If you'll give me a ride, I'll take a ride. I was on my way to work, so I don't really have time to follow the tow truck.”

We happened to be on I-5 in Seattle, one of the busiest highways in the area. It was far too busy for a tire change on the side of the overpass, not to mention it appeared her tire rim had been dented in the fender bender.

She leaned her hips against her car and crossed her arms. I interpreted that as a sign she was willing to wait. I slipped out my cell phone and tapped dispatch.

“Hey Rosie,” I said as soon as her voice crackled in my radio. “Can you call a tow company for me?”

Rosie was all business and ever efficient. “Got it. Let me confirm your location.”

She quickly recited exactly where we were. “Correct,” I replied.

The radio went silent and then crackled again. “They said they’d be there in about 15 minutes.”

I looked back at Jana, thinking her name suited her quite perfectly. She still had her arms crossed, and she looked rather put out by the entire thing. I met her annoyed gaze, puzzled by the fact I enjoyed how riled up she was.

“Shall we wait in my car?” I offered.

Her eyes lit up. “Sure! I've never been in a cop car. Can I sit in the front?”

I bit back the urge to grin. “Of course.”

She pushed her hips off of her car, and I gestured for her to walk ahead of me. Mistake. I hadn't seen the sweet curve of her bottom from behind, and it only made my c**k harder. I watched her hips swing as she walked ahead of me. She reached for the door handle only to sigh elaborately when it didn't open for her.

That time, I didn't bother not to chuckle. “You didn't think it would just open, did you? It automatically locks the second I'm more than a foot away,” I explained.

She rolled her eyes and waited while I tapped my key fob and unlocked it for her, opening the door to gesture her in. As her legs swung inside, I caught a glimpse of bright blue silk between her thighs. f**k me.

I shut the door a little too quickly and walked around the back of the car, willing my mind not to think about her hot, little body. She was short and curvy. I didn't know what it was about this woman between her wild hair, her proper clothes, and her attitude, but she was like a straight shot of delectable. I wanted her. I couldn't help but think how hot she would look with that skirt up around her waist in the back of my car. In fact, I was thinking it would be ideal for her hands to be curled over the back of the seat while I f****d her from behind.

Just the other day, we had a workshop on ethics. I knew perfectly well I wasn't supposed to want to f**k a woman whose fender bender I’d responded to, yet my body didn't give a damn about ethics. I usually found our annual ethics workshops boring as hell. But then, I'd never, ever wanted to f**k anyone I crossed paths with in my official role as a police officer for the City of Seattle. I paused for a moment when I got to the back of my car. I needlessly glanced at my phone and checked my email. I couldn't stand back here forever though. I slipped my phone back into my shirt pocket and rounded the car, climbing into the driver’s seat.

Jana’s eyes were curious and soaking in everything. My police cruiser had a small computer tablet in between the seats and various gadgets on the dash. Her wide blue eyes landed on me.

“Wow. You have all kinds of stuff in here. This is awesome. Can you turn on your siren?” she asked.

I stared at her, willing my c**k down. “Usually kids ask that,” I managed.

I gave into the urge to grin when she smiled. Her smile hit me right in my gut, and blood shot to my groin. Her mouth was wide and mobile, her lips plump. She had a refreshing quality of lightness and mischief to her. She was the first woman I'd met in years that elicited much of anything from me.

“What's a British guy doing here in Seattle as a cop?” she asked.

That was a b****y good question. I had a practiced answer. “I moved here during university, and I stayed.”

What I didn't offer was that in university, I’d fallen in love and gotten engaged. I’d stayed engaged for far too long and then three days before the wedding, my fiancée dumped me. Said fiancée was the reason I had stayed in Seattle after university. Kristen hadn't wanted to move away from Seattle, and I’d fancied myself in love with her. I'd ended up in law enforcement, although that hadn’t been the plan. Rather, I’d been a football star in university. Excuse me, soccer. I’d been on track to likely land a position as a professional player when I got badly injured in a car accident. I fully recovered from my injuries, but by then it was too late to get back into the game at the pro level. I turned to my second interest and became a police officer.

My answer to Jana was a quite truncated version of why I truly stayed in Seattle. I had a life here now and friends. My family was far away in London. My canceled wedding had been years ago, and I was staring down 32 now. I was rather cynical about the whole thing. I had thought I loved Kristen, and the way she’d broken up with me had stung. Even better, she shagged one of my former friends from university. I’d had little to no interest in dating since then and only sought out the most casual of encounters.

Jana c****d her head to the side. “Really? Is Seattle better than Britain?”

I stared at her for a moment, pondering her question. I liked Seattle, and I enjoyed living in the States. Yet, I kept meaning to move back to London. I hadn't gotten around to it, if only because life kept me busy. That was my only excuse.

To her I simply said, “Seattle’s a fair city. You know how it goes. You move somewhere and then you stay sometimes.”

I looked over at Jana who sat beside me—bright, funny, bold and brash—and wondered why she lit a spark inside of me. At my rather basic answer, she nodded.

“Ah, okay. Quite simple really.”

She shifted her legs, and my eyes automatically flicked down. I wanted another glimpse of that blue silk between her thighs, actually I wanted quite a bit more.

My eyes traveled up, willfully lingering on the shadowed valley between her breasts. b****y hell. She was so f*****g tempting. Thank f**k I was seated with the small monitor mounted between us. It shielded her view of my lap. Otherwise, it would be difficult to hide the fact that I was hard as a rock.

Jana’s eyes landed on the handcuffs hanging from a hook in between the seats.

“Do you ever have people in the front seat?” she asked.

She reached for the cuffs, lifting them up and circling them in her hands. The vision that flashed in my mind was absolutely not appropriate. It was her, cuffed on my bed with her hands over her head. Every inch of her that I'd never seen bare for me and that wild dark hair with purple streaks a splash of color against my cream colored sheets.

I swallowed, nudging the image out of my mind and forcing myself to respond to her question.

“Not usually. If someone needs to be cuffed, they’re in the back,” I explained, gesturing toward the steel screen behind us that separated the front from the back. I considered that I probably should've put her in the back. She was a handful. I held my hand out.

“What?” she asked with a sly smile.

“Hand over the cuffs.” I had to fight the urge to smile.

“I'm not gonna do anything with them. That shouldn't be a problem, right?”

I rolled my eyes, waving my fingers. “Hand them over,” I repeated.

With an elaborate sigh, she did. I hooked them on my belt out of her reach.