Evil Enemy (Saint View Strip, #1)

by Elle Thorpe

He pushed me up against his squad car, his chest pressed to my back. But he was careful not to hurt me. His grip was tight but not punishing. And when he slapped cuffs on my wrists it was the gentlest arrest I’d ever had.

All I could think about was having nasty, dirty, throw-you-up-against-the-wall hate sex with the man. I really needed to get laid.