Hot Cop (Too Hot To Handle Book 1)

by Aubree Valentine

  “Wait!” Selena shouts. “Hand her the bra, but KJ, don’t put it on yet. Lift up off your heels just a tiny bit.” I move slightly, and Selena lets me know to stop. “Great, KJ, wrap one arm around your chest, hold the other arm out with the bra hanging from your fingertips like you’re about to drop it. Yes! That! Rhys, move out of the shot.”

  I try not to laugh and risk ruining the shot. I hear a few more clicks, the lighting changes slightly and there are a few more clicks. She has me drop my bra and pull my hair up with my hands, then she takes a few more.

  “Oh, these are going to be so awesome. You’re a natural KJ. Ok now, let’s try the dress shirt and tie.”

  I put my bra back on and move off the bed. Rhys helps me slip into his dress shirt, the same damn one he wore the night we met, and then he takes his seat on the couch as Selena directed.

  Oh fuck. “Whoa,” I croak. “There’s a window there!” I point to the very obvious window behind said couch.

  “It is, which makes the shot that much more erotic. Don’t worry, the sheer curtain will hide enough, and we’re nearly on the top floor. You’ll be fine,” Selena rattles as she gathers more props.

  I look at Rhys, expecting him to shut it down now. Instead he challenges me with a wicked glimmer in his eyes. When he murmurs “Dare you.” I know its game on.

  We spend another hour with Selena before she finally calls it a wrap and lets us go. She’s only let us take a peek at one photo, one where we were fully clothes, and yeah, I can see the chemistry there – which makes me anxious to see the rest.

  “I’ll work on editing these next week and send them to both of you. We’ll pull out any that you’re absolutely not pleased with and trash them, but I think we got a lot of really great shots.”

  We both shake her hand and thank her for her time before we leave her room, heading for the elevators and our separate rooms to get ready for the party.

  As soon as the elevator door closes, Rhys cages me in and kisses me hard, just once and then he backs away and moves to the other side of the small space. He doesn’t say anything to me as we take the elevator two floors down to his floor. He’s silent when he steps off too. I wait for the elevator to descend one more floor to mine and bolt to my room.

  I’m pleasantly surprised to find Zoey in our room getting ready when I walk in.

  “Oh, I know you. Good to see you. It’s been awhile,” I tease.

  “Shut up, smart ass. Where have you been,” she looks up from putting on her makeup to look at me. “Oh, you went to get your hair done?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Okay, I’m not sure I follow.”

  “Selena’s assistant did my hair. For a photo shoot.”

  “For a what?”

  “A photo shoot. She insisted that I had the look some of her clients were looking for. Rhys may or may not have twisted my arm.”

  She blinks and turns her head, looking at me like I’ve lost it. “Wow. I…I’m shocked you did it. What happened to my shy little bestie?”

  “She got naked with Rhys,” slips right past my filter.

  Zoey laughs. “I wonder if there’s some sort of trick they teach at the police academy, like how to melt a woman’s panties off?”

  “I love you, Zoey,” I say with a laugh as I slip into the bathroom and change into my gown for tonight.

  Cocktail hour is in full swing when Zoey and I walk in. She, of course, is draped over Smitty’s arm. While I am…alone. The way I wanted to be. Yet part of me wishes I could enjoy the evening with Rhys instead.

  Speaking of my hot cop, I spot him instantly from across the room. He’s wearing that same blue button-down shirt and checkered tie that has spent time on a hotel room floor once or twice. The identical shirt that I’ve woken up in, the morning after.

  I know he’s chosen his outfit deliberately.

  He owns half a dozen other dress shirts and ties, but this one seems to be ‘ours.’

  Not that I can fault him for his wardrobe choices. The color of the shirt looks good against his skin, and the tie matches impeccably. Something about this outfit adds another element to his hotness factor altogether and I take my time appreciating how well he cleans up.

  The minute he notices me, his lips tip upward ever so slightly, and he gives a gentle nod in acknowledgment before returning to his conversation with one of the other models.

  Zoey pulls me to the bar with her, while Smitty makes a beeline for his friend.

  Usually, I’d limit myself to one or two drinks. Tonight, I have a feeling I’ll keep them coming to dull the feeling of having Rhys so close yet so out of reach. It’s your own doing. You could change that right here, I tell myself, and I know it’s true. I could say to hell with what everyone else thinks. Yet something still holds me back.

  By the time the third or fourth drink goes down, I’m on the dance floor and having a grand time. Zoey and I are dancing together with Smitty tucked in behind her doing his thing. As one song ends, and another begins, my cell phone vibrates in the hidden pocket of my gown. In my fuzz filled brain, I hope it’s not Crystal and a situation with Reid.

  I’m entertained when I see Rhys’ name on the screen.

  Rhys: Wiggle your hips like that again and see what happens.

  Oh, someone’s a little jealous. Poor guy.

  My body moves with the beat of the music, and I’m sure to throw in a little more hip action just for him. Another buzz and another message from him.

  Rhys: That wasn’t a suggestion. I’m hard as a rock and two seconds from carrying you out of here.

  I throw my head back and laugh. The alcohol has certainly loosened my inhibitions as I reply, Dare you. My finger barely connects with the send button when Zoey snatches my phone from me. I expected that she was going to hide it from me, not read the damn messages and hand it to Smitty to read too.

  When he smirks and shakes his head, I’m ready to kill both of them. Then Smitty moves from behind Zoey and slips himself between us. “He’s moving this way. If you want to save yourself, head for the exit,” Smitty shouts in my ear over the music and slips something plastic in my hand along with my phone. “752, I’ll take Zoey back to her room.”

  These fuckers, I bet Smitty and Rhys planned this all along. Several ounces of rum says I don’t care though. With a backward glance, I move toward the ballroom exit, aiming directly for the elevators. I expect him to be right behind me but the doors close and I’m alone for the ride to the seventh floor.

  Rhys is waiting for me in the hallway though when I step off the elevator. I can tell by the pulse drumming in his hand when he laces it with mine that he must have taken the stairs. How the hell he’s not completely breathless from racing up that many steps is beyond me.

  He slips his own room key from his pocket and unlocks Room 752, holding open the door for me to slip inside before him.

  When the door closes, he turns and pulls me to him. “You’re a minx. Do you feel what you do to me?” His hips thrust against me.

  “Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

  Falling to his knees in front of me, his hands slip under the bottom of my dress. I think he’s about to take off my heels, but then his hands run up my legs instead, taking my dress with them. With the fabric bunches around my hips, he commands me to hold still and lean back against the wall.

  His mouth creates a trail up my thighs, one at a time, in the most delicious form of torture. I’m already writhing under his touch when his hands reach for the fabric on my sheer thong. One tug and the thin, barely there, fabric snaps. I let out a gasp as his tongue traces against my sensitive flesh.

  “Hold on,” he murmurs as his fingers part me and his mouth latches on to my clit. My knees buckle, and I feel like I’m going to collapse, then he moves again and lifts my legs over his shoulders. The silver heels on my feet dig into his back as he laps at my pussy. His hands keep my hips pinned to the wall, unable to move against him like I want to.

  When one hand moves and a
finger slips inside of my heat, my head falls back, and I feel my orgasm take over. Rhys keeps going as my legs tremble against him and pleasure quakes in my core.

  “Holy shit, Rhys,” I let go of my dress and reach for his hair instead, tugging as he continues to torture me. “Ooh, God.”

  “Again,” he directs against my flesh. And like the obedient lover, totally under his control, I let go. This time stars dance behind my eyelids and I feel like I’m floating on air.

  That feeling of floating lingers until I finally register that Rhys has gathered me up in his arms and is carrying me to the double bed on the far side of the room.

  “I would apologize for not making it past the door, but it didn’t sound like you minded at all,” he kisses against my neck as he lowers my feet to the ground at the foot of the bed. His arms stay firmly around my waist, supporting me. “You okay to stand so I can unzip this dress?”

  I hum a response, and his hands move from my hips to the back of my neck. Once the zipper is down, he brushes the straps off my shoulders, and the silk fabric falls to the floor at our feet. He groans in appreciation as he spins me around, my breast now fully exposed.

  Going without a bra was risky, but the dress was built with amazingly solid support, which is also why it cost a small fortune. The look on Rhys’ face now, makes it worth every penny. Even if I had no intention of the night ending this way.

  Rhys separates himself from me long enough to strip out of his own clothes.

  I lean down to take off my shoes, but he stops me, “Leaving them on.”

  Completely naked before me, he inches closer, pushing me onto the bed, so I have no choice but to lay back as he steps between my legs. I let out a moan as his hard cock brushes against my core.

  I watched all night while she shook her ass. Jealous that my best friend got to be that close, even if Zoey stood between the two of them.

  When she ignored my warnings via text message, I knew we’d both be in for a hell of a ride tonight. There was not a single chance in hell that I would be letting her go back to her room alone. No, I fully intended to take advantage of our last night away from home. Especially after spending several hours with her wrapped around me in various stages of undress during that photo shoot.

  My dick pulses instinctively, recalling how sexy she looked in my dress shirt with her bra hanging from her fingertips. Or how hot it was with her pressed against mine, knowing she was wearing next to nothing.

  “You planning to stand there all night or are you going to fuck me,” Kelsey wiggles underneath me.

  I answer with a firm push of my hips against her and she mews. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” I say as I align myself with her entrance and slip inside, inch by torturous inch. The long moan that escapes her mouth threatens my self-control. When her legs wrap around me, and those fuck me heels dig into my back, I thrust the rest of the way inside her. Ending the torment on us both.

  “Goddamn.”

  “Mmm,” Kelsey lifts her hips, changing the angle and forcing me even further inside.

  Pressing my forehead against hers, I groan out her name and pull my hips back before slamming into her again. There is nothing slow and steady about this. My need to claim her has taken over.

  The pace unrelenting and unyielding, yet, Kelsey matches me thrust for thrust, her legs even tighter on my back. The thought of the marks she’ll leave behind, the bite of the heels in my skin, only serve to make me that much harder inside her.

  I fuck her until we’re both on the edge of exhaustion and pleasure, pulling orgasm after orgasm from her body before I finally spill inside her with a roar. My legs are shaking as I collapse on the bed beside her and thread her hand with mine.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  “I love you too, and maybe I should tempt you more often,” she mumbles between breaths.

  “You sure you want to try that,” I tease and gently pinch her side.

  “Mmm, maybe. Right now, can I go to sleep?”

  I pull her body close to mine and kiss her cheek. “Yes, sleep. I’ll be sure to wake you if I need anything.”

  KJ

  By the time we all pile back on the plane to go back home Sunday morning, I’m exhausted. I take advantage of the two-hour flight and pass out on Rhys’ shoulder. After all, it is his fault that I got very little sleep last night.

  When we land back in Atlanta, he buys me a coffee, and we’re back to our normal selves. He walks me to my gate and kisses me goodbye before heading to his.

  “Skype me when you get home, so I can see Reid, please.” He kisses me again.

  “I will. Love you.”

  “Love you too. I’ll see you next weekend.”

  I wave over my shoulder at him one last time before I disappear out of sight.

  When I get back home, and Crystal has left, I keep my promise and call Rhys.

  I’m sitting in the middle of my bed with Reid in my lap when Rhys’ face fills the screen.

  “There’s my two-favorite people!”

  “Da!” Reid squeals.

  “Reid!” he grins. “I miss you, dude. We need to hire some movers to pack up you and Mommy and bring you both to me.”

  “Rhys,” I roll my eyes. “Stop bulldozing me. I’m not hiring movers, and neither are you. I’ll be packing up my own stuff, and Zoey’s going to help too.”

  “Good, then I’ll recruit Smitty.”

  “You do realize, the two of them together may be less than productive.”

  He laughs, and Reid yells some gibberish. “I guess he agrees.”

  “Too bad we can’t put him to work,” I tickle Reid’s tummy, making him laugh. “Look at those muscles, he could carry some boxes,” I lift his little arms up. “You don’t have to work tonight, do you? I didn’t even think to ask you before we left.”

  “Nope. Tomorrow night. I’ll probably stay up half the night playing Xbox, so I can sleep tomorrow and get back on schedule.”

  “Sounds like a blast. We, are going to sleep. So, don’t be calling me at 2am. I think I’m going to spend tomorrow doing absolutely nothing too. I can be an adult on Tuesday. I’m anxious to see these pictures from Selena too.”

  Rhys doesn’t say anything to that, but I don’t miss the way his jaw ticks.

  “What’s that all about? You are the one who talked me into it.”

  “I didn’t say a word.”

  “Okay,” I sigh and leave it alone. “I’m going to shower all those dirty plane germs off. Call me tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, I love you both.”

  “Say, we love you too Dada. Blow Daddy kisses.”

  “Da da da da.” Reid babbles as he blows a kiss at the screen before I disconnect the call.

  I’m heading out the door to start my shift when my cell phone rings. I know by the ringtone that it’s Kelsey and I know exactly what she’s going to say. I don’t even have to say hello. As soon as the call connects she lets it rip.

  “Rhys Mitchell! Are you fucking serious? You bought the entire shoot. I got exactly two edits from Selena before she told me the whole set had been bought, by you! Care to explain?”

  “No one needed to see that much of you, but me.”

  I got the same two edits. And immediately asked to see the rest before anyone else did. Not a chance in hell I was letting anyone else see how amazing Kelsey looked, pressed against me in those cheeky underwear she loves so much. And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

  “And what exactly do you plan to do with 250 photos of us in various stage of undress?”

  I probably shouldn’t be so entertained by this or by the fact that I can’t tell if she’s mad or not.

  “I’ll make us a photo album. Something for you and me to share. I don’t know. I didn’t think that far ahead.”

  “You’re ridiculous, Rhys.”

  “I’m protecting what’s mine.”

  “We’re not done discussing this, but I’ll table it for now. I need to get Reid in bed, and you need to
get your ass to work.”

  “There’s nothing else to discuss. They’re non-refundable. Mine. That’s all you need to know.”

  “Whatever. I love you. Stay safe.”

  “Love you too. Goodnight.”

  And if I thought that would really be the end of it, I was so wrong. I make it to the break room and actually fill my coffee cup before Smitty starts running his mouth.

  “Oh, how the mighty fall. Dude, your girl, is pissed. And you, my friend, have it so fucking bad.”

  When I turn around, Smitty is leaning in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, smirking.

  “And you’d let the world see Zoey half naked, pressed against you or otherwise?”

  He shoots me a wicked look, “Fuck, yes I would.”

  “I don’t know why I asked. You’re one weird fucker.”

  “Not weird, confident. If you looked as good as I do? Pair that with Zoey’s banging body? I’d be bragging too. Hell yes.”

  “Whatever. I’m guessing you got this information from Zoey, so enlighten me. How much trouble am I in?”

  “I believe I overheard the words ‘I’m not sure if I want to kill him or fuck him senseless.”

  It’s my turn to smirk now. “Ah, I’m totally fine then. I know exactly how this is going to end.”

  Her naked beneath me. Or on top. Cuffs may or may not be involved. We’ll both be sated, and all will be right in the world. And no one will see my girl half naked. Win. Win.

  “I’m driving tonight. Get your ass to the car.”

  “YES!” I cheer. “I get to play with the radio. Can I turn on the lights and sirens too?”

  Smitty shakes his head as we walk out. “Fuck. I swear. Sometimes I wonder if you’re still a rookie.”

  “Dude! Whatever, I’m not the one who got elbowed in the balls in the middle of the airport by a GIRL.”

  “Don’t remind me,” he climbs in the driver seat while I get in on the passenger side, “Did you teach her that?”

  I beam proudly. “I did not. She told me that she and Zoey took some self-defense classes.”