I love a man in uniform. Any time there’s a security issue in my store and police need to be called, there was one cop that showed up 80 percent of the time. Officer Bradley. Meow. He’s my favorite.

It’s like he had stepped right out of my fantasies and is waved in front of my face at least once a week. So how was I supposed to behave myself and not try to score?

I teased him a lot and tried to flirt. Sometimes he’d respond with a grin or a chuckle. Once or twice he’d even teased back. But I could never get him to flirt with me and he was hard to read. I know he’s on the job and all, but could he give it a rest for a moment? I decided when I saw him one afternoon that I was going to find out.

I was particularly horny that day. I didn’t know why and I didn’t care. All I knew was that man sauntered right by me with his broad, muscular shoulders all done up in that sexy black uniform without even a hello. And on his way out I purposely (but gracefully!) placed myself directly in his path and all I got was a nod. A nod! I cursed my bad luck. How was I supposed to pounce if I couldn’t get him to stop and say hello?

Well, a few grueling hours later, my luck turned around and the security guard caught a female shoplifter and needed a female witness there. And who just happened to be asked to do that job? Lucky little me.

And who just happened to show up when the police were called? That’s right – my delicious Officer Bradley. Meow.

I was sitting in the office, perched on a folding chair with my legs crossed, when he came in. He nodded at me again (so irritating!) when he saw me and went about his business. His partner, the less-attractive-but-not-ugly Officer Harrison, arrested the shoplifter and took her away. The security guard followed. Left alone in the office with what could potentially be an awkward situation, I decided to abort mission and get back to work. Just as I got up to leave I heard a throat being cleared at the other end of the room. I turned my head with a raised brow. He smirked at me. I almost creamed myself.

Officer Bradley walked forward a few paces, stopping about a foot from where I stood, now turned to face him. With the most serious expression and the calmest of tones he said, “Miss, do you have any idea how hard it is for me to just walk right by you and not stop dead in my tracks to ravish you?”

My jaw dropped. No! I shouted in my mind. But the only reaction he saw was me shaking my head with a dumbfounded look. He chuckled and grinned again. I thought I was going to faint. Good gracious, the man was making me swoon. And I do NOT swoon!

Continuing with the seriousness, he spoke again. “I apologize if I’ve offended you, but I really feel that I haven’t. After all, you do seem to always require my attention.”

I had to laugh at that bit of cockiness. “Require? More like desire. Crave, even.”

With a genuine laugh, he responded, “That seems more appropriate. I do appreciate your honesty. What is your name?”
“Colette,” I replied. “Why did you wait so long to tell me?” I think he blushed then, but I might have been imagining things. After all, I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.
“I wanted to be a gentleman, but I didn’t know how to go about telling you exactly what I want without seeming…hmm…what’s the word? Well, like an asshole.”
I raised a brow again. “And what exactly is it that you want, Officer Bradley?”
He seemed to shudder slightly, then stepped as close to me as he possibly could without melding his body to mine. With a wolfish, heart-stopping grin he said, “I want you to call me that while I’m fucking you up against this wall here.”

And with that he placed each of his palms on the wall on either side of my head and I realized I was trapped. And I didn’t mind a damn bit. Meow.

“Mmm…” I cooed. “Officer Bradley…” Before I could finish his lips were on my neck and across my jaw line and then on my own. His lips were so surprisingly soft. I melted into him, my hands flat on his chest as his powerful arms wrapped around my shoulders. I snaked an arm around his neck, pulling his head closer to mine as I glided my tongue against his. Either that was his gun I felt on my thigh or he really enjoyed my tongue piercing.

Then both of us heard the click of the door being unlocked by the security guard from the other side and we quickly separated. I ran my hands briskly over my clothes and hair to make sure all was in order. And, to avoid looking like a total deer in headlights, I sat down in the chair that, thankfully, was right beside me.

The guard stepped in, told me I could go whenever I wanted, thanked Officer Bradley, and then the two of us walked out of the office together.