Hot Cop by Laurelin Paige
Liv looks across the room at me, her eyes warm. “You’re so sexy when you’re holding a baby. Especially all shirtless like that.”
I grin at her. “You’re so sexy all the fucking time. No matter what.”
She rolls her eyes and drops her gaze to our daughter, who is finally starting to slow down on the milk. “Liar.”
But it’s true. She was a bombshell wearing leggings and a T-shirt when we first met. Even more of a bombshell on our wedding day, five months pregnant and glowing in a tight lace gown that showed off every gorgeous curve. She was even more beautiful on the day the twins were born, sweet and nervous and stubborn on the operating table, dark tendrils of hair escaping her puffy blue cap.
And now she’s the sexiest of all to me. I know she doesn’t believe me when I tell her that, but I’ve never gotten harder for her than I do now, never been as obsessed with her body, never needed to have her so close to me and never needed so much to lavish her with kisses and caresses. She’s softer now, her belly streaked with stretch marks and carved with a low dark scar, and even though she’s shy about her tummy, I’m in awe of her every time I see it. In awe of her strength, of her body growing and carrying two entire lives inside it. And okay, yes, there’s some fucked up male pride involved. She carried my babies, and every reminder of that makes me want to tackle her and get her pregnant again.
It’s not all that abstract, though. She smells different, intoxicating. Her skin itself is addictingly soft. Her tits are full and ripe and spill over my hands when I try to hold them. Seeing her curled around one of our babies as she nurses sends bolts of pure elemental lust through me. It’s all caveman, the urge to protect her and our babies and also to plant more babies inside her.
Add to that the fact that I’m totally fucking in love with her, and it’s a heady mix.
I can tell by the deep baby snores coming from the bed that Angie has finally filled her little belly, and I stand up and help Liv swap out babies. She rolls over to give Dylan a fresh breast and snorts at the Angie lump in my arms, who is now passed out harder than any drunk I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, I forgot to ask,” Liv says as I change the sleeping Angie’s diaper. “Wasn’t today the first day with the body cameras on the streets?”
I smile. Our plan from last year had worked, and we had almost a thousand signatures on the petition, almost double what we needed to convince the chief. The money took a little longer to scare up, but with a couple of federal grants and a bulk discount from the local supplier, it finally happened. “Yeah. It was totally uneventful and therefore perfect.”
Liv smiles back at me. “Good. The fair worked.”
“The fair worked for more than that,” I say, shooting her a hot look. She flushes, and I don’t have to be a mind-reader to know she’s thinking of our heated rendezvous in the stacks...the rendezvous that triggered so much. Heartbreak and honesty and need.
When I think of that day, the way my chest had been filled with what felt like a mixture of broken glass and hope as I picked out an engagement ring, I can’t help but think that I wouldn’t change any of it. And I don’t mean just that day—I mean all of it: the contract and the longing and the uncertainty. How could I want to change even the tiniest thing when it led to this? Two fat, adorable babies and a smart sexy woman in my bed?
“Chase,” Liv whispers softly. “I think Dylan might be asleep too.”
Thank you, patron saint of hungry twins and also the patron saint of alone time for Mommy and Daddy.
Within a few moments, I’ve got both babies snoozing in their cribs, and I’m back in bed with my wife, pajama pants off and long forgotten.
“You know…” I tease, as I run a hand over Liv’s body. “You turned thirty a couple of months ago, and I haven’t heard you once talk about how you’re turning into a living zombie. I think you might have gotten over your fear of dying.”
Liv arches underneath my touch, a naughty smile on her face as she reaches down for my cock and pumps it until it’s stone-hard again. “I found the cure for my fear.”
I grab her hips and pull her on top of me, jabbing into her soft cunt and savoring her gentle moan as she sinks down to the hilt. “Is the cure my dick? Or my super, Captain America sperm that gives you squishy soon-to-be avengers for justice?”
She laughs, leaning down to kiss me. “No, Mr. Officer Blue Eyes. The cure for fear of dying is living. You taught me that.”
Her words cut me in the best of ways, warm me until I think my entire body might melt from loving this woman.
“Fuck, I love you, Livia,” I breathe, my eyes pinned on hers.
“I love you, hot cop. And I swear to God if you don’t finish what you started earlier tonight, I’m going to die for real.” She scratches her nails down my abs to underscore her point.
And then I’m out of jokes, out of playfulness.
And there’s only sweat and kisses and adoration as we live late, late, late into the night.
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Acknowledgments
Hot Cop was a fun, delightful romp to write, but it still wouldn't be possible without lots of love and support from our community.
First of all, giant hugs and kisses to our agent, Rebecca Friedman, who is there to hold our hands when we're wailing, dispense wisdom when we're stumped, and just overall be our writing guardian angel.
Also, our foreign agents, Flavia Viotti and Meire Dias of Bookcase Literary, for being our champions across the world!
Second, our publicist Jenn Watson of Social Butterfly PR. Somehow you manage to coax us, soothe us, advise us, and all while keeping a thousand plates spinning. You're the bee's knees, baby! And all the other gorgeous faces at Social Butterfly--Candi Kane, Nina Grinstead, Kathy Snead Williams, Autumn Davis, Sarah Ferguson, Hilary Suppes, Emily Smith-Kidman, Mary Yeomans, Shannon Passmore, and Jenn Beach (we love our graphics!) —we would not be able to do this without your constant dedication to promotion, scheduling, networking and inventiveness. Thank you!
Thirdly, to Sara Eirew for another brilliant, sexy cover, and to Nancy Smay of Evident Ink for being our sharp eye, our voice of reason, and the ever-constant cheerleader.
Fourthly, to our team--Ashley Lindemann, Candi Kane, Melissa Gaston, and Serena McDonald. Ladies. You are the only reason we have time and energy to write. Thank you for eternity for working hard to keep the real world at bay while we disappear to write.
Fifthly, our CPs and betas and people who listen to us fuss and whine and pat us on the head. Kayti McGee and Melanie Harlow--you two are always there for our every squall and every minor victory. Soon we will be at the lake squalling together! C.D. Reiss, Lauren Blakely, TG, NCP, and JM--you all are in the front lines of our messiest, neediest selves. Thank you for all the advice, hard words, and encouragement.
Sixthly, to our beta readers who met Chase and Liv early on and guided and cheerleaded us: Roxie Madar, Liz Berry, JM, and Melanie Harlow, your enthusiasm made these characters so much fun to write. Who knew writing didn’t have to be miserable?
And to our readers--all the people in Laurelin's Sky Launch, Sierra Simone's Lambs and to all the blogs who continue to support us (we see you!) and countless others. Without your cheering, fangirling and fantastic gifs, we'd be lost. Thank you!
And also to our husbands and families! To Sierra's husband, an actual hot cop (who only rolled his eyes a little at being constantly inundated with trivial questions) and to Laurelin's husband, a constant source of encouragement and nurturing. To our kids, who forgive their mommies for disappearing to write books. We love and adore you, and we do it all for you!
And finally, to our God. We thrive under your greening power, and we're constantly in awe of the lives of wonder and joy you've given us. Thanks and worship and peace. We can't
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