Cassandra enjoys a night of racing out into the countryside breaking a few laws until someone ruins her fun—a hot muscular someone. She takes it in stride loving nothing more than a man in uniform until he asks her to get out of the car.

Enjoy this emotional roller coaster of naughtiness and don’t stop until you reach the end of the ride. Trust me on this.

Excerpt:

His scowl did not move as he opened her door. “Step out of the car, ma’am.”
Obeying him, she got out carefully, making sure her hands were in his line of sight. She shrunk a little to be nonthreatening, and bit her lip as she looked up at him.
“Face your car, palms on the hood, feet spread.” He put a firm hand on her back as she turned. “Do you have anything on you that could stick me?”
“No, sir.” She tried to turn but his hand prevented her. “Are you going to—what’s the word—uh, frisk me, officer?”
He finally smiled, but it was more of a predator’s smile than a reassuring one. “Pat you down to make sure you don’t have anything that you shouldn’t.” He turned her back around again.
“Alright, um, just please keep it professional…”