Sugar by Cassie Dee Read Free Book Online

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and cursed the hot, steamy
June day. Meagan just wanted to get home and by the looks of this
traffic jam it didn’t look like it was going to happen anytime
soon. She unbuttoned one more button on her blouse and was surprised
to find that it was the fourth button, for modesty’s sake she
better not unbutton anymore or the old man in the car next to her was
going to start waving around dollar bills for the free peep show.
Meagan sighed deeply then pulled her thick chestnut hair to the top
of her head. Lord, she hated the heat.
    A sharp rap on her window caused her to start and she dropped her
hair and spun her head around, her hair fanning out in a wide arch
behind her. A muscular policeman stood next to her car, a very tall,
very blond, very handsome policeman. She looked to his eyes but all
she saw was her reflection peering back at her form his sunglasses.
He motioned for her to roll her window down. She did as she was told
and the man’s deep voice filled her senses.
    “Please, step out of the car, ma’am.”
    Meagan was a tad confused at why the cop wanted her out of the
car, but she unlocked the door and pushed it open anyway. As soon as
her feet hit the asphalt the officer grabbed her by the upper arms
and hauled her out.
    “Excuse me!” she snapped at him, ready to blast the
man. She was hot, sticky, and upset as it was, and this Neanderthal,
gorgeous as
he
was, was abusing her poor arms! The cop
grunted as he looked down into the deep vee of her blouse, caught by
the cotton candy pink froth of a bra she was wearing. Her milky white
breasts more than filled out the material, and she felt her cheeks
heat in a deep blush.
    The cop whirled her around to face the car and gruffly instructed,
“Place your hands on the roof.” She laid her palms flat
on the roof knowing it was hot and she could feel the heat stinging
her hands. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she realized she was
being arrested for some unknown slight. He started a slow frisk at
her wrists. Stroking up her arms, sliding his large hands up the
silkiness of the blouse rubbing it across her heated flesh, Meagan’s
eyes widened at the almost caress of the man’s hands. He
reached her shoulders and followed the smooth line of her spine down
to her waist. Meagan closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She no longer
noticed the heat of the day and focused on the heat slowly building
inside her body. The cop leaned into her and she felt his vivid
arousal press into her backside. She pushed her bottom back into the
thickness of his slacks.
    “What are you doing?” her voice trembled as it came
out, slowly the man’s hands met across her stomach. One hand
moved up under her breasts and the other went down, between her
thighs. Meagan knew that the old man was watching what they were
doing and tried to pull away from the officer. He held her tight
around the stomach.
    “I’m doing what I want. Not into public displays are
you? Well, that is fine with me. I want you to myself anyway, Candy
Cane.”
    “Candy Cane?”
    “Yeah.”
    The man reached for her hands again and brought them behind her
back and she felt the smooth glide of metal as he locked the cuffs
around her wrists. “What the hell are you doing?”
    “I’m taking you in, Candy Cane.” Meagan wore a
stunned look as the cop half dragged her across the road and pushed
her into the backseat of his patrol car. Her stomach and breasts met
the heated leather of the seat. She started struggling, trying
valiantly to rise to her knees so she could seat herself properly
instead of lying sprawled out on the seat like some sort of hussy.
Well, she had to admit she liked the idea of being a hussy, something
she had never aspired to. With a pat to her butt, he laughed softly
at her wiggling and shut the door. After he got into the driver’s
seat he called in on his radio that he was going to break. Meagan
didn’t know what to do. Here a gorgeous man who was intent