Property Of by CP Smith Read Free Book Online

else of interest?” I asked to diffuse Janeane’s anger and keep the group focused.
    “Yeah, here’s one,” Janeane announced. “Dark Prince . . . I’m a dominant looking for a submissive slave.”
    “What does his message say?” I asked.
    “’Taryn, your pictures entice me. The hint of the forbidden, a tantalizing taste of what you could offer me, your Master. I require complete submission from my slaves. I will dress you, feed you, and cage you as I see fit. In the easiest possible terms to explain this lifestyle, so there are no misconceptions as I’ve had with others in the past, I own you. You become my property when you agree to be my slave. I will do with you what I feel is in your best interest and in return for your submission, I will take care of you for the rest of your life—Dark Prince.’”
    You could have heard a pin drop when Janeane finished reading and I’d admit that my heart rate increased infinitesimally with the seductive quality of the message.
    A slow grin pulled across my lips. I loved it when my characters came into focus early in a project. Before I could give an opinion about Dark Prince, Angela jumped in with a rush of excitement. “I don’t know about you guys, and the whole slavery thing aside, but for research purposes this guy is . . . well, he’s—”
    “Perfect,” I finished for Angela.
     
    ***
    Rounding his desk, Dallas Vaughn still had his mind on a certain heart-shaped ass, and it pissed him off. He should have had better control of his urges at thirty-four, but when he’d seen that ass in the window attached to that girl-next-door face, he’d reacted. His jaw had tightened and his hand had flexed violently when he noticed the pants she wore were practically see-through with the setting sun shining on them. He had sucked in a breath on a half groan at the sight of her rose-colored pussy right before his coffee exploded all over his shirt.
    That was twice in one week that woman had been responsible for ruining his shirt and a perfect cup of coffee, and he didn’t even know her fucking name. Now, he had images of a firm ass he wanted to spank, and a perfect pussy he wanted to sink into until she shuddered with release, running rampant in his mind.
    He’d gone back to Gypsy’s and placed his order for a new coffee, glaring at the barista when he asked about his shirt. He’d cleaned up as best he could, grabbed his coffee, and headed back outside to his bike. When Sandra Dee with her big green eyes and long flowing hair exited the yoga studio, he watched her for a moment. Yeah, she’s the girl-next-door all right, Dallas had thought, as he scanned her body one last time. Too fuckin’ bad he had a caseload a mile high and a serial killer to find. If he didn’t, he’d be inclined to find out just how soft that hair was, how firm those breasts were, or how sweet those lips tasted.
    “You mind telling me why you’ve come back twice in one week covered in coffee?” Reed asked his partner, breaking Dallas from his thoughts.
    “Nope, just having one of those weeks,” Dallas grunted.
    “Did this trip to the coffee house include the owner of that perfume you were wearing when you got back last time?”
    “Drop it, Reed.” Dallas sighed as he pulled the shirt from his body and grabbed a backup he kept in his drawer.
    “Waitress?”
    “Drop it.”
    “Barista?”
    “No,” Dallas grinned since he knew his partner wouldn't quit asking, “Sandra Dee.”
    Reed whistled low and grinned. It’s always the innocent-looking ones the tough guys fall for, Reed thought.
    “Are you stayin’ late again tonight?”
    “Yep, I’ve got at least twenty more files to go through,” Dallas mumbled as he grabbed the top one off the pile. When he saw Reed reach for the next file, he stopped him.
    “Why don’t you get your ass home before June tears you a new one? This case won’t be solved tonight and I can call you if anything comes up.”
    Reed had eyed him for a moment