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An Excerpt From: CARTER’S CUFFS

Copyright © LACEY ALEXANDER, 2007

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Hey, Sparks. Lookin’ good tonight.”

Erin Sparks glanced up from the parking lot toward a second-floor balcony to find her sexy-as-sin neighbor, Carter Brooks, giving her a wink. He leaned forward in his patio chair, his arms resting on the railing, his chin perched lazily atop loose fists.

Her pussy spasmed slightly.

Was it because he looked so damn good sitting there with his dark, messy hair and cutoffs, that naughty twinkle in his eye?

Or because of the way she looked right now?

She wore a tiny black skirt that barely covered her ass, a tight red halter top that hugged what it didn’t reveal of her breasts, and red stripper heels. Her dark hair, which she usually wore straight, fell in voluminous waves around her face and over her shoulders. Her eyes were done smoky with thick eyeliner and mascara, and she’d painted her lips the same color as her top and shoes. She’d just been transferred to the vice squad a month ago and given that she was used to wearing a simple beige police uniform, it was hard not to feel how she was dressed right now.

“I’m on my way to work,” she explained, holding in her smile. She had no intention of flirting with Carter, no matter how either one of them looked.

“Damn. If this is how lady cops dress for work, I might have to start breaking some laws.”

His slow, teasing grin melted all through her, and her own snuck out—against her will. “This isn’t our usual look, you know.”

“It should be,” he told her. “You’d have the bad guys chasing you.”

“Well, tonight, hopefully they will. Not chase me,” she added, a little nervous around him. “But…you know.” They’d discussed her new assignment before—working north of the Vegas Strip, hanging outside a seedy old-time bar while her partner Danny sat nearby in an unmarked car. Two other plainclothes cops would be nearby, too, all waiting to move in for a bust.

Proposition you,” Carter replied.

She nodded, and for some reason her breasts tingled just hearing Carter use the word proposition and knowing they were talking about sex.

“I’m still confused by this,” he said then, his expression less teasing and more puzzled. “There are naked chicks parading around on stages all over this town, and signs on every cab and billboard offering female company—but the Vegas P.D. is on a mission to stamp out prostitution?”

She only shrugged. She saw the weirdness in that, too. People came to Las Vegas seeking forbidden pleasures they couldn’t get at home, and the city catered to their fantasies—in every way but one. In the state of Nevada, prostitution was legal, but in Las Vegas city limits, no. “I don’t make the laws,” she pointed out.

Carter laughed quietly as he gave her another unguarded once-over. “No, you just walk around making it impossible for guys to obey them.”

Another twinge in her panties told her it was time to go. Besides, she didn’t need to let the rest of their neighbors in the condo complex see her parading around looking like, well…like a whore. Even if the way Carter looked at her right now made her feel ready and willing to do her pretend job with him, instead of her real one. She reached for her car door and ignored the urge to give him another smile.

“What if I propositioned you, Sparks?”

She turned back toward him, raising her eyebrows. “With money? Afraid I’d have to haul your ass to jail.” Despite herself, she grinned. She liked him. It was hard not to flirt, even if it was in her best interests to hold back.

“I wasn’t planning on offering you money.”

She lowered her chin. “What then?”

He grinned, easy and confident. “Just me, babe. Just me.”

She threw her head back in a trill of laughter, pretending her panties weren’t becoming more soaked by the second, then finally opened the car door. It was well past time to leave—before she climbed up onto that balcony and attacked him. “See you later, Carter.”

“Have a good night, Erin. And hey, go easy on the bad guys. You gotta feel sorry for ’em, ’cause you’re extremely hard to resist, honey.”

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