Cop and a Kilt

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…When Cathy woke up, the blankets had been tucked around her. She pushed them aside, sat up and saw Ian sitting at the end of the bed, wearing his kilt. He sent her a slow, sensual smile and she couldn’t help responding. “How long was I asleep?” “Not long. But I got a serious case of the munchies and ordered up some room service. Do you mind?” “No. I’m hungry, too. What did you order?” He tilted his head. “Something called the hot bread special. I don’t know what it is, but it sounded interesting. And I like hot bread.”

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COP AND A KILT BY C. S. CHATTERLY

AMBER QUILL PRESS, LLC http://www.amberquill.com

COP AND A KILT AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.amberquill.com All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright © 2004 by Candace Sams ISBN 1-59279-197-2 Cover Art © 2004 Trace Edward Zaber

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Thanks to my husband, Lee, for his continued support. And thanks to all the police officers out there who make the world safer.

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March 23, 2003 Ms. Monique Martinez Director, Women’s Pleasure, Inc. 1313 25 th Street New York, NY 13023 REF: Appointment Dear Monique, At the insistence of some friends, who’ve advised me that I simply must get away from work and take some time for myself, I’d like to schedule a very long day at your esteemed establishment. 1

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I trust, however, that this visit will remain confidential. I’m sure you can understand that I’d be placed in an extremely difficult position with my current employer should he/they find out what I’m doing. My need for confidentiality stems from my being employed as a police officer. My department might take disciplinary action against me if they learn I’ll be visiting your facility. While I personally find nothing wrong with doing same, and the state has made such businesses legal, I’m sure you can understand the controversy should my supervisor find out. While there’s nothing assumed wrong with a member of the public visiting your bordello, members of the police department aren’t encouraged to engage in any such pursuits and may suffer career setbacks should their patronage be discovered. I must ask, therefore, for the most extreme anonymity during my visit. Could this be arranged? If so, I’d like to set an appointment as soon as possible. Are there options of available men from whom I might choose? To facilitate your response, I am exceedingly fond of big, brawny men. Very muscular, whose characteristics include magnanimous opinions of career women and big “extras.” Think—a blend of Mel Gibson and Conan the Barbarian with a touch of Celtic warrior mixed in. No hollow-chested, whining younger men please. I don’t intend to spend my visit playing mother to some insecure boy with “issues.” I’d like a man whose experiences with women give him insight to a real woman’s needs. To that end, I 2

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might have the perfect candidate in mind, if it can be arranged. Respectfully, Officer Cathy Sullivan P.O. Box 15489 New York, NY 13023 * * * “Are you sure about this, Lisa?” “Cathy Sullivan, how many times do I have to tell you? It’s only for one day. From this morning until five o’clock. And nobody at the P.D. is going to find out unless you open your big mouth. You need to get away from work. If I had my way, you’d be gone for a week, not just a day.” “Well…no matter how this turns out, thanks for buying me the visit. That’s pretty damned decent of you considering the cost.” Lisa rolled her eyes and pursed her lips to keep from grinning. “Oh, I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna get as much a kick out of this as you are.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Cathy asked as she shoved the last garment into her small zipper bag and adjusted the shoulder strap. “Nothing. I just want a blow by blow description when you get back.” “That’s very amusing,” Cathy shot back sarcastically. “You’re not making this any easier.” “If you’d get over your prudishness and consider this an adventure, you wouldn’t be so wound up.” “I am not wound up.” Cathy stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets to keep her best friend of ten years from seeing them shake. She ignored the prudish part of her friend’s opinion. “But after that letter you wrote, put my name to, and had sent to your address, I’m not sure what I’ll end up doing. You could’ve at least shown it to me before you stuck it in the mail.” 3

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“If I’d left it up to you, you wouldn’t have written the letter at all. You’re too prim about such things.” Lisa lifted her hands over her head and formed a halo by joining her index fingers and thumbs. Cathy sighed in exasperation. “Look. I’m not an angel and I’m sure as hell not a strumpet either. I do my job and I do it well. I can’t help it if you and the rest of the vice squad think I’m uptight. Just because I don’t sleep with every guy in the division doesn’t make me a prude. It makes me professional.” “Don’t start that again. I don’t sleep with every guy in the division.” “I know you don’t, but…” Cathy would have continued the argument, but a loud horn sounded outside her apartment and stopped whatever she might have said. Lisa went to the window and looked down into the street. “Your cab is here. You want me to buzz the driver up?” “No. I’ll go down. I’ve only got this one small bag.” She looked down at the black leather bag at her feet, and wondered if there were any packing requirements specific to what she was about to do. Lisa shot her friend what she hoped was a decent leer and rubbed her hands together. “Didn’t pack anything you can’t get out of quickly, did you?” Cathy ignored the comment, grabbed up her zipper bag and walked to the door. “Be sure to feed George and Martha, but not too much.” “You’ve shown me how to feed your goldfish twice already. Will you go?” Cathy opened the door, gave Lisa what she hoped was an unconcerned smile, then closed her apartment door behind her. In the hallway, she swallowed hard, wiped the palms of her hands against her slacks and descended the stairs. Lisa Portelli had been her friend since they’d graduated from the police academy ten years ago. While Lisa had gone on to work on the vice squad, Cathy had eventually been assigned to the mayor’s task force on gang activity. It was a prestigious position, and Cathy was very proud to have been 4

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appointed. But Lisa and her friends from vice would frequently get together for parties and invite her to come along. During the course of these parties, one or more of the group would get quite bawdy and Cathy always commented negatively on their antics. She wasn’t among those who partied hard and didn’t understand the need to do so. Her stringent control of her behavior had earned her a reputation for being a stuffed shirt. But the guys and gals from vice still kept inviting her to their gatherings and she still showed up when the invitations were issued. Deep down, Cathy knew they were right. While she wasn’t a virgin at the age of twenty-nine, she wasn’t as worldly as some of them. Maybe, deep down, she wanted to explore some of the possibilities that could sexually exist between a man and a woman without any commitment. Or maybe she just hadn’t found the right guy. But there was some part of her that must want the day trip to New York’s most exclusive bordello or she’d have never accepted the gift Lisa offered. The cab trip only took about fifteen minutes. It was a luxury also paid for by her friend, and had Cathy wondering exactly why Lisa would go to all the expense and trouble if not for a specific reason. After an uneventful ride, the white marble columns of the bordello appeared. The cab driver expertly wound his way up the long, curved drive, and Cathy felt a rising sense of panic. Her excuses that someone from the department would find out what she was doing were all a sham. Lisa knew that. The department didn’t give a fig about what she did with her free time so long as it was legal and didn’t bring dishonor to the P.D. Okay, some of her friends would rib her about the trip to the bordello, but that was the worst of it. No, her real reason for the rising anxiety stirring her gut was the fact she was about to have several hours of sex with a complete stranger. Even facing a dangerous gang member down an unlit alley hadn’t inflicted so much concern. That kind of confrontation she was used to 5

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THE ARRIVAL—10:00 A.M.

She stepped out of the cab and looked over the marvelously landscaped front of the old stone structure, then paid the driver who placed her bag at her feet. She suddenly wondered if her angst wasn’t exactly what a Roman gladiator might have felt before being sent to fight for his life before his emperor. The imposing stone structure before her certainly evoked that kind of image. The front of the place had the look of an arena—tall, imposing, multi-windowed and almost inescapable. Cathy took a deep breath, picked up her bag and walked toward the front doors. There she was greeted by a smiling footman in a red uniform who took her bag and led her into the marble-floored, domed foyer. Expensive looking but erotic artwork decorated every conceivable inch of the walls. A white marble staircase to her left led to the Dens of Iniquity, as her mind suddenly labeled the balconies where rooms were situated. “Jeez! This place looks like a museum,” she muttered to herself. 7

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A smiling blond woman of petite proportions walked forward from a long hallway. “Hello…I’m Monique. You, of course, are Ms. Sullivan.” She held out her hand. Cathy quickly shook it and cleared her throat. “I—I should tell you, I haven’t ever done anything like this.” “Oh, that’s quite all right. Many of our guests are newbies. But they soon get into the swing of things. Uh, no pun intended.” She turned to the doorman. “Will you take her bag to the Gaelic Room, please?” Cathy watched the doorman walk away with her bag. “What’s the Gaelic Room?” “In our phone conversations, you indicated you’re Irish and wanted a fantasy built around a Celtic theme. As it happens, we have just the perfect room for such a little adventure.” She smiled, wiggled her hips, and fingered a long strand of faux pearls with one hand. “Wait until you see what we’ve got cooked up for you. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.” Cathy swallowed hard. Lisa had obviously done more than write the initial letter leading to this appointment. She’d seemingly planned even the place where Cathy would be serviced by a strange man, and all the infinitesimal details of the interlude. This tryst was to be a complete fantasy, not just a romp in a back bedroom somewhere. “That is all right, isn’t it? Have you changed your mind?” Cathy realized something in her expression must have alerted Monique to her anxiety. She quickly smiled and waved a careless hand. “No. The Gaelic Room sounds just perfect.” Cathy cleared her throat. An image of her choking her best friend had suddenly inserted itself in her brain. “Come along. I’ll take you to your room. Your outfit is all laid out and your gentleman will be joining you shortly.” “Outfit?” Cathy squeaked, and pulled at the turtleneck sweater she wore under her navy blue suit. Sweat was suddenly beading between her breasts. 8

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“Oh, that’s all part of our service. And I want to insure you that your anonymity will be completely protected. Your gentleman will address you simply as Cat. His name will be Ian. We also protect the privacy of the gentlemen here at Women’s Pleasure, Inc.” “I see.” Cathy mouthed the name Cat several times and rolled her eyes in disapproval. The name painted a picture of a feline denizen of the dark, scrounging around in alleys for a particularly sumptuous morsel. Luckily, Monique was walking in front of her and couldn’t see all the expressions she deliberately pulled as they stepped into an elevator. Even more erotic artwork decorated the interior of the small conveyance. Cathy tried not to stare at it as they moved upward. But it was a bit difficult when a particularly graphic scene of a Roman man and woman enjoying anal sex presented itself on the wall in front of her. “Your schedule of activities has been placed in your room. Of course, it’s totally up to you whether to keep to that schedule or not. Many of our clients find they’re so suitably occupied by their gentleman that they simply don’t want to leave him for other pursuits. We leave that to your discretion. And do call if there’s anything you need that hasn’t been provided. We consider ourselves a service agency and can get just about anything you could possible need.” Cathy felt her eyebrows shoot up and wondered what the polite, businesswoman would do if she called down and ordered up some totally unrelated items. She pursed her lips and tried not to smile at the absurdity of asking for rubber bands, a brick, three tacos and a shoehorn. Her amusement faded as the elevator stopped on the third floor, and Monique led her down a long hallway whose walls were covered in flocked, red-velvet wall paper. It was like something out of an 1800’s saloon. The effect certainly wasn’t cheap, but the decor fairly screamed of gratuitous sex. She fancied she could almost hear someone yelling, 9

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“Take me, you animal. Take me.” Monique stopped in front of room three-thirteen. “This is the Gaelic Room.” She reached into her dress pocket and handed Cathy a key. Cathy took the gold colored skeleton key out of the woman’s hand and thought about turning around and leaving. “Again, just call room service if you need anything which hasn’t been provided. All the call numbers are right by the phone. Enjoy.” She patted Cathy’s arm and walked back toward the elevator. Cathy could turn around and leave as her initial impulse instructed. But she’d had to do much worse things as a police officer than open that door and wait for a man to come to her. Besides, if it was up to her, then she could have sex or not. She was in charge and was determined not to do anything just because Lisa or her own insecurities demanded some action. No. She could have a long massage or a pedicure. All the more pampering things Lisa assured her could be ordered. It wasn’t like she was being forced into anything. Suddenly, the entire situation seemed more humorous when viewed with an objective attitude. “What the hell! I’m here. Might as well enjoy it.” She put the key in the door, walked in and stopped in the entrance. Before her was the most elaborately designed suite she’d ever seen. There were silk flowers all over the room. These were laced through silk bushes and artificial trees. Beneath her was a green carpet mimicking grass. The entire space looked like some medieval forest out of a King Arthur movie. There was even a castle painted on the far wall and the blue-gray paint of the turrets sparkled under muted twilight. She walked around and looked everything over, deciding Lisa’s taste in fantasy rooms wasn’t too damned bad. There was even a picnic basket full of wonderful treats and champagne sitting on the canopy draped, four-poster bed. “Okay. I can get into this,” she quietly muttered and nodded to herself. 10

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Behind one section of the make-believe forest, she found a bathroom with a sunken tub and every conceivable sex aid. They were all brand new and wrapped in sanitary containers. Her bag was sitting by the door. Nearby, a shimmering, fairy-like costume in pale green was hanging from a hook. Grinning, Cathy quickly disrobed and put on the costume. Lisa must have guessed correctly at her measurements because the thing fit to perfection. She turned to the wall-length vanity mirror, let her hair down and was brushing through it when a gong sounded. She looked around and decided the outrageously loud sound had to be the door to her room. Make believe was over. It was truth or dare time. She slowly walked to the door, looked through the peephole and got a view of a broad, shirtless chest. She looked again. “Holy crud!” She took a deep breath to steady herself, opened the door and stared.

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THE APPETIZER—11:00 A.M.

“Hello, Cat. I’m Ian. I hope you don’t mind using your pseudonym. Monique told me that’s what I should do. That way, neither of us knows the other’s real name.” The low voice coming from that body-building, six-and-a-half feet of rock hard frame totally muted her response. She continued to look him over. He was in a blue plaid kilt, leather boots and not much else. At least, that was her suspicion. The kilt was held up by a broad, brown leather belt, a lot of hard-packed abdominal muscle and sheer nerve. “May I come in?” She stepped aside and closed the door after him. Ian slowly turned around. Strangely, Cathy got the impression he’d never been in the room before. He seemed to be looking it over the same way she had earlier. “Uh, I told Monique I hadn’t ever done anything like this before.” He smiled. “If we’re telling the truth, then neither have I.” “Huh?” 12

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“Let’s just say I’m new to this and leave it at that.” He slowly looked her over. “That’s one helluva costume you almost have on.” She looked down and saw that the front of the gown was sheer enough that her nipples were quite visible. Rather than go postal over what the bathroom lights hadn’t revealed, Cathy just shrugged. “Guess it’s part of the fantasy.” He sauntered toward her. “I’ll let you begin this. It’s your fantasy, after all.” She pushed her hair back with one hand and tried not to stare into those cobalt blue eyes. His hair was dark and tapered around his neck in a style that was neither excessively long nor short. “What do you suggest?” She held her breath and waited. Somehow, the idea she’d ever been afraid to do this seemed not only stupid but shameful. Shameful because it would be a pure waste of a good man to let this gigantic hunk leave the room without at least looking at him. Ian pointed toward the basket of food. “It’s close to lunch. Want to sample some champagne and whatever’s in the basket?” She smiled and nodded. Ian found a soft blanket draped over the end of the bed. In lieu of any other furnishings but the bed and a phone table beside it, he spread the blanket on the floor and placed the basket on it. Cathy hesitated. “Come on, Cat. This won’t be so bad. At least, with you it won’t.” The way he said that made her think he’d been just as anxious about this meeting as she had. But the smile in those deep blue eyes led her to believe he was pleased with his assignment. It sort of warmed her that she’d be one of, if not his very first, assignment. She took his outstretched hand and sat on the blanket when he did. * * * “Why don’t you fix us something to eat while I open the champagne?” He quickly set about popping the cork on the expensive bottle of bubbling liquid while getting a good look at the woman with 13

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him. Soft brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her green eyes were mesmerizing. She was tall, slender and athletic. Not the kind of woman who led a totally pampered life, however. There were small scars on the fingers of her right hand. As if she used it for some physically exerting activity that didn’t affect the other hand at all. He found himself wanting to know more. Cathy filled them each a small plate with little delicacies. There were chocolates, crackers, cheeses, mints and assorted other goodies. She handed one of the plates to him. Ian took the plate and began to relax. This wasn’t going to be nearly so bad as he’d first thought. He finally popped the cork on the champagne, poured them each a glass and handed one to her. Setting the bottle aside, he lifted his glass and said, “Here’s to adventure, fantasy, and those with the heart to live it.” Cathy clinked her fluted goblet to his and drank. “You know, this isn’t such an ordeal as I thought it would be.” After sipping some of the golden liquid, Ian stared at her for a moment. “Not to sound ungallant, but I was thinking the exact same thing.” Cathy munched on a cheese-covered cracker, tilted her head and considered his comment. “According to what you’ve told me, you haven’t been doing this long.” He shrugged. “There’s a first time for this kind of thing. I’d tell you about it, but I was asked by the staff not to say anything about my history. All I know is your name…Cat.” * * * “That’s fair enough.” She popped a grape into her mouth and was surprised when Ian peeled an orange and held a piece up to her lips. Feeling emboldened, Cathy took it into her mouth along with the index finger and thumb holding it. She saw the corner of Ian’s mouth lift and his eyes light up with mischief. “I like that,” he told her, then continued to offer her more fruit. 14

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After several minutes of staring into those dark blue eyes and watching the muscle of his bare chest move when he reached for another appetizer, Cathy’s body was beginning to respond to the sexual innuendo implied by her gentle sucking of his fingers. “You look like you spend a lot of time in a gym. Sorry if that’s one of those personal comments we aren’t suppose to make, but I can’t exactly help noticing.” She looked over his massive pectoral muscles and swallowed hard. “That comment I don’t mind,” Ian readily responded. “I work out so I can be around to play with my grandkids someday. Maybe even my great grandkids. Of course, I’m not married now or I wouldn’t be doing this. But I want to be someday.” Cathy stared at him for a moment. Most guys of her acquaintance worked out in the gym because police work was a physically demanding job and someone’s life might depend upon responding with strength or agility. But sometimes the guys really just wanted to get buffed. In that latter group, egos grew proportionally with the amount of muscle the men could build. But she’d never heard anybody say their workouts were a result of wanting to play with grandchildren. It was kind of sweet. After they were finished, Ian put the basket and the utensils aside. “I wouldn’t say this earlier because I was afraid you’d think it was part of the service.” He paused and looked her over. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re one hell of a stunning woman?” Cathy looked down at the blanket and pretended to smooth out an imaginary wrinkle. “Guys have said things about my looks all my life. I’d rather they looked a little deeper, you know?” “Yeah. I get that, too, and feel the same way,” he agreed. Again, she stared at him for a moment. He was either the best actor she’d ever come across—and there were lots of criminals a police officer could meet who could act circles around anyone in Hollywood—or he was very sincere. She couldn’t tell which. One thing 15

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was sure. He was acting every bit a gentleman and the response her body had when he’d fed her was still there. “I guess we could take a look around the room,” Ian suggested. “We’re here. May as well take the grand tour.” He stood up and offered his hand to her. Cathy took it and was rather glad when he didn’t let go. He led her toward a little area meant to mimic a meadow. A low fence had been covered with silk flowers and there was a small waterfall nearby. “They didn’t spare any expense, did they?” she said. Ian took in the entire room. “This place makes my apartment look like a closet. It’s huge.” Cathy laughed when she saw several goldfish swimming at the bottom of the little waterfall. She playfully splashed at the surface and the fish swam toward her, obviously wanting some kind of treat. “My goldfish act the same way. I think I’m going to put them in a bigger tank when I get home. It doesn’t seem right to keep them in a tiny bowl when I see how these guys like their waterfall.” Ian sat next to her. “You like animals?” “Oh, sure! I’ve had some kind of pet all my life. I wish I could have more, but my landlord isn’t the animal loving type.” “I’ve got a rescued puppy.” Cathy sat down near the waterfall and waited for him to join her. “What kind?” Ian grinned. “She’s a mutt. Brown, white and fuzzy. I call her Sunshine.” Cathy couldn’t help laugh at his expression. It was clear he loved his pet. And that somehow endeared him to her a little more. “What should we do now?” he asked. “I’d take you to see the sunken tub in the bathroom, but the vanity has all kinds of marital aids laid out. It’s like they think anybody could use all that in one day.” Ian laughed. “I guess some of the guests stay here for longer. 16

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Maybe they make a weekend out of it.” “Yeah.” She pulled at the hem of her costume, running out of things to talk about. After watching her for a few minutes, Ian made a suggestion. “Look. I’m not sure what you want to do, but you look kind of wound up. Why don’t you turn around?” “Why?” she quickly asked. “I’m not gonna do anything heinous. Just sit with your back to me.” “Well…okay,” she quietly agreed, then slowly turned away from him. For a moment, nothing happened. Then he lifted her hair forward so it fell over her chest and he placed his hands on her shoulders. Cathy tensed up, but his low voice quickly alleviated any anxiety. “I’m just going to rub your shoulders. If you don’t want me to, I won’t.” “No. I’m acting like a cornered rabbit. It’ll be okay.” Cathy closed her eyes as his hands began to deeply massage the muscles in her shoulders. Eventually, she began to lean back to get closer. “Is that okay?” “Oh, yeah,” she whispered. “Very okay.” “I’m going to do your back now.” Cathy felt his hands move lower and her abdomen seemed to tighten though she tried to tell herself there was nothing sexual in what he was doing. But it still felt so damned good. “Keep going?” he asked. “Please,” came her breathy response. For a long time Ian continued to work the muscle in her back and shoulders. Cathy kept leaning backward as if she couldn’t get close enough. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched her with such gentle strength. And when his hands slowly slipped around her midriff and his thumbs caressed the outer part of her breasts, Cathy moaned in pleasure. 17

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Ian leaned close enough his lips were right next to her right ear. “Say the word and I’ll stop.” “No, don’t stop. Please…don’t stop.” “I might be able to do this a little better if I could unzip your gown.” Cathy kept her eyes closed, swallowed hard and nodded. “That’d be fine.”

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Ian took a deep breath to steady himself. If she couldn’t feel the erection through the wool of the kilt, then maybe she should. He pressed into her back as he slowly unzipped the dress. It fell into a green, sparkling pool around her waist. He got on his knees so he could place his head next to hers and look over her shoulder. “Lord, you’re beautiful!” Cathy writhed against the very hard erection jutting into her lower back, and knew she was affecting him as he was her. She arched backward which brought them even closer. His hands slid from her midriff up to her breasts, and he began a very slow, methodical massage of them. Her head fell back against his shoulder and her hands slid back to his thighs. “That’s right. Touch me,” he softly instructed. “Anywhere you want.” Cathy licked her dry lips as his hands and fingers gently delved into the soft flesh of her breasts. She moved the palms of her hands up his 19

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thighs, pushing back the blue plaid as she did so. And when her hands reach his torso, Ian shifted his legs apart so she could touch the inner parts of his legs and thighs. “Ohhhh, Cat! You don’t know what that’s doing to me.” “Just keep going,” she insisted and moved the lower part of her back against his hardness. “I want you.” The tips of her fingers came in contact with the rigid member behind her and Cathy felt him shudder with the contact. She immediately brought her hands to the gown at her waist and pushed it lower until it was off her body. When she did, Ian’s palms slid down her body, over her thighs and between them. He felt the moisture pooled there and Cathy’s response to his touch was nothing less than electrifying. “There are some condoms in a bowl by the waterfall. Hand me one and I’ll help us both finish this.” Cathy’s left hand flew to the bowl and grabbed the item. She passed it over her shoulder to him. “Remember, any time you want me to stop…” “I know. I’ll tell you.” She was actually dragging air into her lungs, waiting for him to get inside. “Slow and deep, please.” “You’ve got it.” Ian quickly shed his belt, boots, and the accompanying nine yards of kilt. He put the condom on and pulled her hips up until she was on her hands and knees. His first stroke was not inside, but outside and against her, making sure she knew what he was about to do. Cathy went down on her elbows, which had the effect of thrusting her hips even higher. With strength, but slow and gentle precision, he entered her vagina and did exactly as she’d requested. His thrusts came in deep, slow and forward motions. But her body soon needed a bit more speed. She pushed backward and met him as he thrust. She could scarcely believe the cries coming from her own mouth. Never in her life had she had sex with such abandoned passion and it was wonderful. 20

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“I—I can’t hold on much longer.” Ian clenched his jaw, dragging air in and trying to make the sensations around his erection last. Her hot body was undoing him, moment by moment. “Yes!” Cathy cried out and slammed her backside against his hips over and over. The intensity of the climax was such that she no longer cared where she was or why she’d come there in the first place. Ian cried out as he released. He slid his hands up her body, cupping her breasts and pulling at the nipples until he was absolutely sure their mutual orgasms had played out. And when it was all finally over, he pulled out of her slowly and brought her body back against him. They were now in their original positions. She was kneeling between his thighs and he was holding her. She was panting. Ian pushed her hair back, kissed one shoulder and wrapped his arms around her more tightly. “Okay?” She nodded. “Very okay.” Cathy looked back over her shoulder and Ian’s lips tenderly kissed the corner of her mouth. “I want to see you.” He backed away only a small distance so she could turn around and kneel in front of him. Cathy lifted her hands, placed them on each side of his face and stared into his eyes for a moment. From his square jaw, her touch drifted down to his shoulders, across his chest and to his abdomen. “You’re built like a machine. I’ve never seen a man so well built. And I’ve never had such good sex in my life.” Ian slid the tips of his fingers along the outside of her thighs. “Neither have I.” He stood up, pulling her with him. “Let’s try out the bed. He pulled off the condom and threw it into a nearby waste basket.” She grinned. “Okay.” Any inhibitions she’d had were completely gone.

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SPECIALTIES—1:15 P.M.

For a long time, Cathy lay in his arms. Neither of them spoke, but they held and stroked each other. As far as she was concerned, that time together was just as intimate as the sex. “Hey, why don’t we try out that sunken tub?” Ian suggested and pushed her hair away from her face. Cathy’s response was to stand up and hold out an encouraging hand. For a moment, Ian’s gaze swept over her body. “You really are beautiful. Every inch of you.” She ignored the compliment and tossed her hair back. “Come on. I want to see you in a bubble bath.” Ian laughed, stood beside her and playfully grabbed at her body as they made their way into the bathroom. At the door, he stopped and looked around. When he saw all the sexual paraphernalia on the vanity, he passed one hand over his face. “I see what you meant. This looks like one of those shops they used to have near Times Square.” 22

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“Doesn’t look so intimidating now. I guess it took me a while to get used to the idea of being here.” She turned the bath faucets on, tested the temperature with her hand and reached for a bottle of bubble bath. “What made you decide to do this if you were so anxious?” She snorted. “It’s a long story. I was sort of talked into it.” “Me, too,” he blurted, then realized his mistake when she suddenly stood up, turned and faced him. “Then you aren’t just a new employee?” “Uh, I wasn’t supposed to let that slip. I hope you aren’t angry, Cat. But this was sort of a fantasy for me, too.” “I’m not going on with this,” she angrily muttered. “I was expecting an employee. Not some guy off the street.” She would have walked around him, but Ian put his arm out to block her way. “Please, Cat, don’t be angry. I swear I’m not some weirdo. I don’t have any agenda here. It’s kind of complicated, but I can’t explain my reasons for coming to this place. I promised I’d keep the reason I’m here secret. Everything I’ve told you so far is true. I am new to this, and I’m certainly not married or trying to do anything bizarre. Please, don’t leave.” She glared at him. “Who the hell are you?” “Like I said, I can’t tell you. Not just because you asked for anonymity, but I need it as well. Please try to understand. The only difference between me and another guy who would have been assigned to you is that I don’t do this for a living.” He stepped closer. “And whatever I’ve told you comes from my gut. I’m not making it up to please a client. I haven’t been feeding you any lines. I really do think you’re beautiful.” He paused. “I’m pretty sure one of the men who works here would have fed you some crap they knew you’d want to hear. But then, the women who patronize this place expect it. They know what they’re getting into. When I came through the door and saw you standing there, the expression on your face told me you weren’t all that keen on this. 23

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Neither was I until I took one look at you.” She considered that for a moment. Something about the way he said it made Cathy believe him. As she thought it over, what real difference did it make who he was or where he came from? They were only there for the day. And he was doing exactly what she wanted. Pleasure from any previous sexual experiences had never been better. He’d even made sure to use a condom. That, at least, was responsible. Aside from being in this luxurious bordello, he could have been a one-night-stand one of her friends had fixed up for her. The problem was, he was infinitely better than any one-night-stand. She waved a hand in dismissal. “I guess if the staff checked you out and approved you, then it’s okay.” “They certainly did. On the other hand, I didn’t even know who I’d be meeting.” She gasped. “They didn’t even tell you…I guess they couldn’t. They were asked to keep their mouths shut about me.” She put one hand to her forehead and shrugged. “I—I don’t suppose any real harm has been done. You’ve been very accommodating. You’ve even catered to me the whole time.” He nodded. “That’s all I want to do.” She looked back at the bubbles forming in the tub. “Guess it’d be a waste to let all that hot water go unused.” “Let me treat you like something special.” He took her hands in his. “The last thing I want is for you to leave here thinking I’m not sincere. This really means something to me.” In all the years she’d been a cop, Cathy had never believed anyone more. But maybe that is because she didn’t want to leave him either. “All right. I guess it would be a shame to not follow through. We’re already too far along to regret things.” “I don’t regret anything,” he adamantly responded. “You’re more than I could’ve ever asked for.” She gazed up into his eyes and decided she was making far too 24

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much of whether he was employed there or not. She touched his chest and sent him what she hoped was a conciliatory grin. “Let’s have that bath.” He returned her smile, took her hand and helped her into the water. Cathy couldn’t fault his manners. But his announcement he wasn’t really part of the staff was mystifying. She almost wanted to break her oath keeping her occupation secret and find out more about him. But he wanted the same privacy. So, she regretfully kept her secret to herself. After today, they’d never see each other again anyhow. Once she was comfortably seated and the warm water was rushing around her, Cathy felt much better. But Ian hadn’t yet joined her. He was looking at something on the vanity counter and that made her curious. “What’s so intriguing?” Ian turned to her with a pair of handcuffs dangling between his thumb and index finger. “Ever used these?” “Why in the world would I have?” she answered, but it sounded like her answer came a bit too quick. Even to her own ears. “I was thinking you could put them on me.” “Bondage?” He shrugged and grinned. “Why not? Something tells me I can trust you.” She considered the request, but knew what her answer would be. Her body was already responding to the intriguing possibilities posed by having a gorgeous, nude man handcuffed and in her control. “Okay. If you’re game, so am I.” Ian glanced back at the counter to make sure there was a key for the cuffs before entering the water and handing them to her. “Okay, you’re the boss. Do your worst.” She pursed her lips and tried not to laugh. “I’ll assume you meant that in a good way.” Ian was standing waist deep in the sudsy, five feet of circular tub when she put her hands on his arms to turn him around. He put his 25

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hands behind him and was surprised when Cat gave a command that sounded suspiciously familiar. “Put both hands on your head and interlock your fingers. Spread your legs and don’t move.” He did as she commanded for the tone of her voice couldn’t have been interpreted any other way but a command. When she grabbed his right hand first, cuffed it while it was still on his head then brought it to the small of his back at the same time she pulled down his left hand, Ian was almost certain who he was dealing with. And he remembered the small scars on her right hand. He began to understand why she didn’t want anyone to know too much about her. Cathy turned him around to face her. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.” For a moment he didn’t say anything. She saw a surprised expression on his face and hesitated. “Are you sure about this, Ian? We don’t have to do it.” “No…no, it’s okay. Go ahead.” He tried to hide the shock of finding out who she was. Cathy put her hands on his chest and fingered his nipples. Ian closed his eyes and moaned. “That’s good.” “Wait until you see what else I have planned.” Ian stood absolutely still as she ran her hands over his chest, shoulders, biceps and hips. She cupped the hot sudsy water and poured it over him so that almost all his torso was covered in bubbles. Then she lowered her hands to the front of his thighs and cupped his erection. One hand slid deep between his legs and gently massaged his testicles. Ian kept his eyes closed, let his head drop back and savored the sensations. Cathy saw the way his chest began to rise and fall, indicating he was excited by her touch. She pulled him toward her and stepped to one side. She stroked his length with one hand and slid her other between his legs, but from behind. 26

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“Holy crud, that’s good,” he muttered and moaned in appreciation. Emboldened by his response, Cathy glanced at the objects on the bathroom vanity. “Keep your eyes closed and don’t move.” “Whatever you say,” he panted. She slowly exited the tub, grabbed up a towel to keep from dripping water everywhere and considered the array of toys. She glanced back over her shoulder, smiled and grabbed her choice. Tossing the towel aside, she stepped back into the sunken tub and approached him from behind. The object she wanted to use was momentarily placed on the side of the tub to await his approval. She considered him for a moment, looking over all the muscle and sinew bulging from every inch of his body. “Have you ever done anything kind of kinky?” Ian’s eyes shot open and he looked back over his shoulder. “W— what are you thinking of?” She held up a small, leather object that looked like a miniature version of a riding quirt some of the mounted police occasionally used. It had a braided leather handle about eight inches in length. The other end had three frayed pieces of leather hanging down that were each about three inches long. “I won’t do this if you don’t want to.” Ian thought for a moment. “Just go slow.” She stroked his back with one hand. “I promise, if you don’t like what I’m doing I’ll stop. Agreed?” He nodded, took a deep breath and waited. “Look, I’ve never done anything like this either. Seems to me like it’d go a whole lot easier if you relaxed as much as possible.” Ian only considered letting her go ahead because he had a real good idea what her profession was and that she’d never go too far with the leather. “I’ll try.” Cathy lifted a handful of bubbly water and massaged the lower part of his back with one hand. Slowly, she lowered her caress until she was massaging the firm butt just beneath the level of the water. 27

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* * * Instinctively, Ian spread his legs so she could touch him as she had when he first entered the tub. When she stroked between his thighs, he leaned slightly forward so as much of his tender flesh was exposed to her stroking as possible. He saw her lift the small quirt. With the frayed ends, Cat began to stroke his chest, nipples and shoulders while still using her other hand to caress his penis and testicles. He wondered if she’d actually use it to strike him, but that question was quickly put to rest when she gently began to tap him on the nipples. As far as arousal was concerned, it worked. It most definitely worked. He moaned loudly as the gentle sensations of the quirt shot through his nipples and the stroking of his manhood continued. “Is that too much?” He gasped. “Move the quirt back and forth a little.” Cathy did as he requested and realized the leather was arousing him as much as her hand stroking between his thighs. She kept moving it slightly backward and forward, across his chest and pectoral muscles while stroking his penis with her other hand. After a while, she carefully inserted just the tip of the quirt into his naval. “Yeah!” Ian blurted. She took that to mean he was probably ready for an orgasm and gently pulled on his erection. Ian’s wrists strained against the handcuffs. “Oh…my…don’t…stop…” His head rolled from side to side. “Okay?” “Y—yes,” he cried out. “Jerk me faster.” She did as he asked, letting the leather handle of the quirt bump against his penis as she did so. Ian began to writhe, splashing water on the edges of the tile nearby. He was incredibly deep in the throes of passion. Cathy’s body responded to his movements. “You’re unbelievable,” she told him. 28

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Unable to hold back from the sensations that her touch and the quirt were delivering, Ian clenched his teeth and let himself go. He cried out all the way through the release then stood there trembling when it was over. Cat immediately put the quirt aside. Without grabbing the towel this time, she hurriedly left the tub in search of a key to unlock the handcuffs. This she found lying on the vanity counter, and quickly returned to Ian and unlocked the cuffs. He lurched forward and supported himself on the tub’s edge until he could get his breathing under control and his heart quit racing. “Are you all right?” She stood by his side, placed one hand on his back and the other on his chest. After a moment, he was able to stand up straight again. Ian turned to her and roughly pulled her into his embrace. “That was unbelievable. Do you know what leather feels like on wet nipples?” “You didn’t answer me. Are you all right?” She placed each of her hands on either side of his face. His answer was to slant his mouth across hers and stroke her body as he hungrily kissed her. When the hot kiss finally ended, he lifted her chin up with one finger. “Your turn,” he quietly told her. He reached for the handcuffs. They lay next to the key, right where Cathy had tossed them after expertly removing them from him. * * * She couldn’t wait. She quickly turned away and put her hands behind her back. Rather than prolonging the situation by putting her into an arrest position as she had done to him, Ian simply snapped the cuffs around her small wrists. His left hand cupped her left breast and he reached for the quirt. “Were you planning on having me use this on you?” he softly asked and held the leather device in front of her. Excited by what had happened to him and ready to experience her own orgasm, Cathy simply nodded. 29

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Ian’s gaze slid over the quirt. “Let me get you ready.” “I am ready,” she gasped out. “Oh, no. You may think you are, but I’m in charge now. I’ll say when you’re ready or not.” Cathy closed her eyes and chewed on her lower lip in anxiety. She’d never been so ready for an orgasm in her life. His passionate response to her sex play had done that to her. “Please, hurry.” He put the small, frayed leather end of the quirt between her breasts and lifted her hair off her shoulders with his free hand. Leaning forward, he gently began to nibble on the back of her neck. Moving behind her, the hand that held her long hair dropped the silken mass and slid down to her lower abdomen. His fingers rested in the brown curls between her thighs. But he stopped short at actually going lower. She cried out and tried to shift her body so he’d stroke between her thighs, but he held off. “Not yet, baby.” “Please,” she begged. “Soon. I promise.” Ian continued to caress her lower abdomen with his palm while teasing her breasts and nipples with the quirt. Occasionally, he’d deliberately slide one finger between her thighs and Cathy would cry out. But he didn’t linger there. Instead, he brought that hand up to her breast and fondled the nipple with his middle finger while teasing the nipple of her other breast with the strips of leather at the quirt’s end. All the while, he continued to nibble on the back of her neck and then her shoulders. “Ian…please…I can’t take much more.” “All right, baby. I guess it’s time.” He relented and smiled as her tight, little backside pushed into his groin. He dipped the quirt down so he could give her a taste of what he’d experienced. He held the leather in front of her, and gently inserted it into her naval. “Is this going to be okay for you? Have you ever done anything like this before?” 30

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When Cathy woke up, the blankets had been tucked around her. She pushed them aside, sat up and saw Ian sitting at the end of the bed, wearing his kilt. He sent her a slow, sensual smile and she couldn’t help responding. “How long was I asleep?” “Not long. But I got a serious case of the munchies and ordered up some room service. Do you mind?” “No. I’m hungry, too. What did you order?” He tilted his head. “Something called the hot bread special. I don’t know what it is, but it sounded interesting. And I like hot bread.” “Mmmm, so do I. I can’t wait.” She grinned, slid out of the bed and readjusted her towel. “But why do you have your kilt on?” He laughed. “Baby, I can’t go to the door with nothing on and this is all I have. Other than a towel, that is. I’m sure answering the door nude might be done around here, but I don’t want put myself in that position.” She pushed back her hair, part of which was still damp from the tub. 33

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“I guess you’re right. I’ll put my fairy dress back on.” “I kind of like it,” he admitted and winked at her. Wrapping the towel more tightly until she could find her gown and shimmy back into it, Cathy regarded his smiling face and striking blue eyes. It suddenly dawned on her that she’d have to leave him later. The fantasy couldn’t go on forever. And since he wasn’t an employee, she’d never see him again. Even if she came back to the bordello, it was likely he might not. Since they were maintaining anonymity, neither of them could make an appointment to meet here again. She tried not to think about it. For some reason, the thought didn’t make her feel very happy. Instead, Cathy concentrated on dressing. She found some hairpins in her bag and loosely pinned her hair on her head. Just as she was finishing, the gong sound indicated someone was at the door. She quickly joined Ian. A red-coated staff member wheeled a huge cart into their room. Before either she or Ian could thank him, he simply nodded, turned and left. “Well, that was quick,” Ian observed. “He probably gets an eye-full around this place and doesn’t like hanging around the rooms any longer than he has to.” Cathy walked forward, picked up a silver dome covering one of the plates and stared. After looking over the contents on the plate, she burst out laughing. “H—have you seen this?” she choked out. Ian walked forward, looked at the plate and started to laugh as well. One collection of items included with the hot bread special was a set of penis-shaped buns. They’d been slit down the middle and lay there steaming. Pretty glass jars of condiments accompanied the buns, but it was obvious what meat was supposed to be put on the bread. “Well…at least you have your choice of sour dough, wheat or pumpernickel,” he jokingly told her. Cathy’s eyes watered with mirth. “I’ll let you choose.” Ian smirked, considered his choices and walked toward the table. 34

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He picked up the wheat bun, lifted up his kilt and pointed toward the condiments. “You do the honors.” Cathy put her hands over her face and tried not to laugh so hard she couldn’t do as he asked. Finally, when she was able to look at the condiment jars without snickering, she picked up one that looked like it contained honey. Dipping her index finger into the jar, she put it to her lips and sucked. “Yep, it’s honey. I’ll try that.” She turned around to see Ian holding up his kilt and wrapping the warm bun around his penis. He was leering at her mischievously. “Aye, lass. Sure ’n you can be the queen bee and I’ll pretend to be your drone.” She pressed her lips together and tried again not to burst out laughing when she heard him speaking in an Irish accent. “We’re really going to do this?” “Aye, we are.” She chuckled and walked forward with the jar of honey. Kneeling before him, Cathy drizzled some of the honey on the tip of his penis. She heard Ian gasp and, almost before her eyes, his penis seemed to extend past the end of the bun. * * * Ian kept the kilt up and watched as she took her index finger and gently spread the honey over the tip of his erection. He swallowed hard and waited for her to dip her finger into the honey, slowly repeat the process and put the small jar of honey aside. For a few minutes she seemed intrigued with spreading the honey over the tip of his manhood and holding the bun in place so he could keep the kilt up. “Hurry, Cat,” he urged. “Not until I’m ready.” Ian rolled his eyes in frustration. But the intense pleasure soon had him enjoying the entire scenario. Cat was before him, the beautiful gown very low on her shoulders. He could see her cleavage by looking down the front of her costume, but her nipples were magnificently erect 35

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through the thin fabric of the gown. He’d have loved to stroke her shoulders and urge her mouth onto him, but his hands were still busy holding up the long length of plaid her wore. “Why don’t I ditch the kilt?” he gasped out. “No. I like it.” “Take me in your mouth.” She smiled up at him. “I guess you’re ready.” Ian moaned loudly when she finally began to tease him with her tongue, licking off the honey as she did so. He hadn’t really expected her to do anything with the bread, but Cat began to actually eat it. There was a fear she might bite him at the same time as she took off chunks of the bread, but that anxiety was kind of electrifying. Cat finally finished then took his entire length into her mouth. Ian thrust forward very slightly and she heard him cry out her name. At least, he cried out the shortened pseudonym she was using at the moment. On and on she went until Ian knew he was nearing release. And the way she squirmed in front of him, he was sure she was needing attention the same as he. “Grab a condom by the bed. Quick.” Cathy turned, did as he asked and handed him the packet. She watched as he tore it open with his teeth, slid it on to his erection, then roughly pulled her up. He walked her backward toward the bed. She willingly collapsed on it when the backs of her knees came in contact with the soft bed cover. “Leave the gown on,” he instructed. Cat nodded, panting in anticipation. She pulled the handkerchief hem of the gown up, lifted her legs and spread them. Ian wanted nothing more than to sink deep into her and have that shimmering green material float around them both as they made love. But first, he wanted her to know what she’d done to him. He wanted to do the exact same to her. With the obvious differences in their extremities, he’d have to come up with something inventive. 36

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Glancing over his shoulder at the cart, he saw some butter pats lying on a plate. He reached toward the cart and pulled the entire thing toward him. Grabbing one of the small squares of butter, he pulled the paper off and began to carefully rub it on the inside of her thighs. “Don’t move or you’ll get this butter all over that beautiful gown.” Cathy tried not to move, as he instructed, but the butter was warm and melting on her thighs. “Hurry.” Ian waited until the butter had almost dripped to the juncture of her thighs. He quickly lowered his head and began to lick as much of it away as he could. She arched off the bed, placed legs over his shoulders and clutched at the bedspread. “Ohhhh, that’s good.” He heard her begin to beg. She cried out his name over and over and thrust her hips up to meet his tongue. And when he felt she couldn’t last any longer, Ian positioned himself and thrust into her. For a split second, he hesitated. Her body closed around him like a tight, warm glove. Sheathed deep within her, he finally began to thrust. And he remembered she liked it slow and deep. Cathy writhed beneath him, plunged her hands into his dark hair and felt his breath against her cheek. “So good…it’s so good…” “I know, baby. You’re perfect,” he responded and plunged into her a little faster. Cathy clutched his shoulders as a deep, rolling release began at the back of her womb and seemed to move forward with greater speed and intensity. Ian could actually feel her tightening around him and her convulsions brought him to release only seconds after she cried out his name. He kept thrusting until they were both spent and the orgasm was completely gone. She pulled him to her and cradled his head against her shoulder. Ian could feel the deep rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. He suddenly realized he was also breathing hard and 37

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there was a fine sheen of sweat over his torso. The kilt he wore was well up past his waist and back, and he could imagine this was the way one of his Celtic ancestors had taken his woman. He eventually pulled out of Cat, discarded the condom in a nearby wastebasket and stared down at her. “I’ve never been this way with a woman. You know…wild and crazy. Using food and everything.” “I’ve never been this way with a man.” “Since we have the costumes on, why don’t we try something else?” Cathy smiled up at him and nodded. Ian moved backward until his feet were on the floor. He took Cat’s hands and pulled her up so she was standing in front of him. “Let’s do a little role playing. Afterward, we can ring up for some dessert if you want to.” She nodded and let him lead her toward the food cart.

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Ian positioned the cart in the center of the room. Then, he placed a chair on either side of it and motioned for Cat to sit down. When she did so, he uncovered some of the other foods hidden under small silver domes. Fruit, cheeses and anti-pasto were situated on various trays. “We were so busy with the bread, we didn’t get a look at the rest of the food.” Cathy surveyed the feast as he opened a bottle of wine cooling on the end of the cart. She sipped some after he handed her a glass, reached for a grape, and was just about to pop it into her mouth when he stopped her by holding onto her hand. “We feed each other. I’m the laird of yon castle.” He nodded at the castle painted on the far wall. “You’re my captive. The daughter of a nobleman. And your father has to ransom you back. Before he does that, you have to please me.” He raised his eyebrows to see if she approved of the scenario. Cathy knew she was grinning like a snake, but couldn’t help it. She 39

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meekly bowed her head and put the grape back on the plate. “As you wish, your lordship. Is that the right title?” He smiled and shrugged. “Don’t know, but it sounds good to me.” He cleared his throat and put one hand to his bare chest. “I hope you don’t mind my dining half-dressed, my lady. But ’tis necessary to see to your welfare before finding garments suitable for the occasion.” Cathy thrust her chin up. “I wouldn’t take food from my captor even if it meant starving.” Good, he thought. She was getting into the game splendidly. “Ah, a saucy wench. But you’ll eat soon enough when you see the delights my cook has prepared. And I’m sure you’re quite famished after having been abducted from…where are you from?” he asked. “Ireland. I’ll be from Ireland,” she quickly proposed. “Yes…Ireland. Your trip from Ireland must have been strenuous, sweet lady. I know you’ll want to join me as soon as your appetite overcomes you.” “Never!” she vehemently denied and crossed her arms over her chest. Ian could almost see her in the role she was playing. Her green eyes were flashing and he could imagine just such a scene being enacted for real, hundreds of years earlier. “Not only will you eat, fair lady. You’ll feed me before this night is done. And love doing it.” Cathy dramatically put the back of one wrist to her forehead. “You tax me, sir. First, you take me from my home and family. Now you expect me to dine with a villain. A fiend with lustful appetites and scheming plots.” “Nay, lady. You take me wrong. I am Laird Ian of…of that castle.” He pointed toward the castle on the wall. “And what’s the name of yon castle, Sir Villain?” Trying not to laugh, Cathy knew she had him stumped. His expression indicated he was already struggling to make something up. Ian thought for a moment. “It’s…it’s the Castle of Doom.” 40

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Cathy melodramatically put her hands to her face. “By all the saints! Not the Castle of Doom?” “Aye, the very same. And you will be my mistress this night. You will feed me and I’ll feed you. Moreover, you’ll like it all and beg me to take you.” She dropped her head, took her lower lip between her teeth and pretended to be highly offended and embarrassed. “Come, my lady. Eat this grape.” Cathy turned her head away and pretended to refuse. Ian got up, walked around the table and knelt by her chair. He lifted the soft strands of her hair that had come loose during their recent lovemaking. Softly, he blew against the nape of her neck. Cathy shuddered at the warmth of it. And when his lips barely touched her there, she wanted to turn her head and kiss him. When she made the small movement, her mouth was open and he quickly put a grape into it. “Eat,” he commanded. Chewing the grape slowly, she wanted nothing more than to lean toward his muscular frame, put her hands around his neck and kiss him senseless. Right now, he was bringing a small piece of warm bread to her lips. His fingers placed the offering there, and she took it and his fingers between her lips. Sucking gently, she took the bread and managed to force a sensuous moan from him at the same time. “Now, you feed me,” he softly ordered. She picked up a grape, placed it to his lips and watched as he took the fruit and her fingers into his mouth. He was repeating what she’d just done to him. “Do you like that, my lady?” “Yeah…sure…it’s great,” she mumbled while staring at the full sensuous lips which had just wrapped around the grape. Then her gaze drifted up to his eyes. “You have the darkest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. It’s like looking at the sky at midnight.” 41

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Cathy stared at the phone and, for the first time in her life, she actually began to hate an inanimate object. “You’d better answer it.” She pushed back a stray stand of hair and lifted the receiver. “Yes?” “Hello, there. This is Monique. I wanted to know if everything met with your approval.” “Yes. Everything was perfect,” she quietly answered and tried to blink back a sudden wash of tears. “As a complimentary gift, we’d like for you to keep your costume. It’s a small memento of your day at Women’s Pleasure, Inc. And we do hope you’ll come again.” “Thanks.” That was all she could summon in response. “We’ll have the staff up to straighten your room in about half an hour. In the meantime, please feel free to fill out a comment card 43

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located in the basket by the phone. And thank you for allowing us to help fulfill your innermost fantasies.” Cathy put the receiver down and slowly turned to face Ian. “The staff will be here to clean the room at about five o’clock.” Ian took her right hand in his and noticed the small scars on her fingers again. “I wish this didn’t have to end.” “That’s the way it is. I came here for fun and games. Now, my time is up and so is yours.” She stood up, walked into the bathroom and prepared to clean herself up in preparation for leaving. * * * Ian lay on the bed. If she’d wanted to tell him her secret, she’d had the chance. He was now faced with the choice of honoring her anonymity or letting her walk out of the room. When he heard the bath water running, Ian stood up and put his kilt back on. This day wasn’t supposed to have ended with him feeling like someone very important was about to walk out of his life. Someone who could mean a great deal more than the hot, wild sex they’d shared. He paced around the bed thinking of what he might say. He knew what she did for a living, but confronting her with the knowledge might not make Cat, or whatever her name really was, willing to see him again. In fact, telling her what he knew about her might make her walk away for good. And he’d remember this day for a very long time and hate not having her in his life. He was that sure of his feelings. Given the choice of letting her simply leave, or making her angry by telling her he knew she was a cop, Ian guessed the result might just be the same either way. But if he told her his identity, at least she’d be able to find him and contact him someday. He could hope for that. He now knew he wanted Cat in the worst way. She wasn’t just sexy, beautiful, and willing to overcome what had been her initial anxiety. She was funny, energetic and had a great deal in common with him. She just didn’t know it. But he vowed she was about to. * * * 44

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After her quick bath, Cathy dressed, reapplied her make-up and brushed out her hair until it fell against her back in soft waves again. She didn’t know if Ian, or whoever he was, would still be in the room beyond. Maybe it was better if he wasn’t. She’d always wonder about him and her response to his lovemaking. Because that’s what it had been. Not just sex in a fantasy bordello as Lisa had planned. Now, she was much less inhibited…Lord only knew how much less. But she was also saddened beyond words. She’d never see Ian again. That was the way he wanted it and the way it had to be for her. She didn’t want anyone ever finding out about today and using the experience as a source for rumor, innuendo and laughs. Nobody would ever understand the connection she’d made with the dark-haired, kiltadorned stranger. Nobody would ever know but her. And that was the way it had to stay. But it was entirely ironic that the man on the other side of the bathroom door was exactly who she’d secretly desired in her fantasies. Still, even if the mutual privacy issue wasn’t an obstacle, he’d likely do what all the other men she’d grown fond of had done and make for the nearest exit once he found out she was a cop. Either the job was too dangerous for them to handle, or the woman in such an occupation was too independent. And, as she’d told Lisa, dating policemen in her own division wasn’t an option. To her practical mind, there was nothing worse than having to see the same man at work that you’d slept with the night before. Others with whom she worked had tread that same path and she’d seen the devastating effects. No. Walking out the door and out of this building without a backward glance is the only way to end this. That was the way the other patrons of the bordello handled things and, since she’d been foolish enough to come here, she might as well leave like others did. Just close the door and catch a cab home. Problem was, she feared her feelings weren’t just going to drift away after Lisa paid the bill. Cat 45

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would be thinking of Ian for a very long time to come. When she walked out of the bathroom, Ian was standing there, dressed as he had been when she’d first seen him. But there was a look on his face that was puzzling. “If you’ll give me minute to go to the room where my clothes are, I’ll change out of this kilt and walk you to your car.” “I came in a cab. There’s no need for you to walk me downstairs. I can take care of myself.” She looked down at the fairy gown, carefully folded and hanging over her forearm. It would, as Monique said, be a nice memento. “The manager said I could keep this. Will they let you keep your kilt?” “Yeah. She said I could before I ever met you.” Cathy nodded and held out her hand. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Ian. I hope things go well for you in the future.” He didn’t take the hand, but crossed his arms over his chest. “I can’t just let you leave like this.” “You don’t have much of a choice.” Cathy withdrew her hand and walked toward the door. “My name is James Ian Murphy. I’m a homicide detective at the Fifty-Seventh Precinct.” Cathy wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly. She slowly turned around and stared at him. “Tell me your real name,” he insisted and slowly walked toward her. He stopped when he was only a few inches away. “I—I’m Officer Cathleen Tremain Sullivan. I’m assigned to the mayor’s task force on gang activity. How did you know I was a cop? You did know, didn’t you? It wasn’t just a good guess.” He nodded and pointed to her right hand. “You spend a lot of time on a gun range and have the scars to prove how many jammed bullets you’ve cleared from ejection ports, and how many clips you’ve loaded. “And when you put those handcuffs on me, I knew from the technique that you’d done it before. Most people could never slap on a 46

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pair of cuffs the way you did unless they’ve had military or law enforcement experience. I figured you were in the latter group because the commands you were giving me were pure street cop. “You must’ve done it for a long time before being moved up to the mayor’s entourage. I also figured that’s why you didn’t want me to know who you were.” “Is that the same reason you kept your mouth shut even after you figured all this out?” she angrily demanded. “Yeah. I don’t want the guys in homicide to know I was here anymore than you want your co-workers hearing about it. Cops gossip too damned much as it is.” “This was just a day trip a friend of mine planned for me. She said I needed a break, and maybe I did. But I never expected to do all the things…I mean, this is going to stay between us, right?” He took her hand. “Cat, Cathy or Cathleen…I’m not going to tell anyone. And I’ve got a funny feeling you’ve got some of the same friends I have.” “Call me Cathy, and what the hell are you talking about?” Ian took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “About a year ago my fiancée walked out on me. It was just two days before our wedding. My parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and hundreds of other people who were supposed to attend the wedding had to be called and told. You can’t imagine how embarrassing and painful the whole thing was. “Since then, I haven’t wanted to look at another woman.” He paused and ran a hand through his hair. “A friend name Lisa Portelli was one of the people I had to call and to whom I had to return one of a hundred wedding gifts. Some time ago, she got after me to start dating again. But I didn’t feel like it. “Finally, after weeks and weeks of trying, she drummed the idea of visiting this place into my head. I agreed with her that I had to get over the funk I was in and get on with my life. I was tired of crying in my beer over something that was better off not happening. It was pure luck 47

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I didn’t get married to somebody who obviously didn’t give a damned about me. And the trip to this bordello was just supposed to kick me back into life. “But I walked into the room today, met you and…things are different now. You’re not what and who I expected, and Lisa damned well knew it. She paid for this whole thing and set us both up. At least that’s what I’m betting happened. You do know her, don’t you?” “Yeah, I know her all right.” Cathy felt her jaw clench in response. “When I get my hands on her—” “She was trying to do us a favor,” he interrupted. “I know this may be hard for you to believe, but I’m not sorry.” “What do you mean?” Ian took her arm and led her over to the bed. “Sit down and hear me out, okay?” She did as he asked. “I don’t know what happened in this room today. But I don’t want to stop seeing you, Cat. Sorry, I meant to say Cathy,” he corrected. She waved a hand in dismissal. “Cat is fine. I sort of liked the way it sounded when you said it. But I don’t understand what you mean by not wanting to stop seeing me.” He knelt down in front of her. “My guess is that Lisa saw two people who were lonely, overworked and needed a break. I don’t feel like I’ve got a problem in the world anymore. Not after today. Not after meeting you.” Cathy gazed deeply into his blue eyes. “I didn’t want to walk out of here thinking I’d never see or hear from you again. If I’d known you were a cop, I don’t know if I’d stayed. Maybe that’s why Lisa did this. She’s tried to set me up with guys before and I’ve turned her down. I guess I didn’t want to get involved.” “And now?” She stared at him for a moment. “Well, I guess we’re a whole lot involved. Sexually, I mean.” 48

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“Maybe it could be more, Cathy. Would you want it to go further?” “Yeah, Ian. I really would. At least, I’d like the opportunity to try,” she softly replied. He pulled her against him and kissed her hard. When he broke the embrace, Ian gazed into her eyes and smiled. “I’ve got tomorrow off and a neighbor of mine would be willing to babysit my puppy. Is there any way we could make this bordello visit an overnight thing?” She shot him what she hoped was her most sultry smile. “Tomorrow is one of my normal days off anyhow. Lisa will look after my goldfish. I could call down to Monique and see if we could extend the visit. I’ll bet Lisa knew all this and even planned the day we’d be here to coincide with our days off.” “Let’s stay overnight,” Ian happily suggested. “But don’t tell Lisa what’s up. Let her stew for a while.” “Oh, I couldn’t agree more. That little trouble maker is going to get a piece of my mind the next time I see her.” He pushed back her hair and kissed her forehead. “Don’t be too angry. She just thought she was trying to help. And I’m damned glad she butted in.” Cathy shot him a brilliant smile. “Let me call downstairs and see what I can arrange. What if they won’t let us have this room? Will another be okay?” Ian looked around. “I think I really want to stay here. This is where we met after all.” Warmed by the sentiment, Cathy made the call.

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combined with her position in the vice–squad, and she could probably get the management here to do whatever she wanted. How long have you known her?” “We went through the academy together. And I’ll bet you’re one of the guys she’s been trying to get me to date for months now.” “Well…I’m glad we met.” He laughed. “I certainly don’t think I’ll ever march in another St. Patrick’s Day parade with a kilt on and think of one in exactly the same way.” She half-turned in his arms. “I’ve got plans for that kilt, you know.” “Oh, yeah?” “Yes.” She paused and sent him what she hoped was a very seductive grin. “I sort of liked that role playing game.” “Just give me your work schedule. On our days off, you can play any kind of game with me you want,” he told her sincerely. “Even with the handcuffs.” “I didn’t realize I was giving myself away when I went into cop mode and put those cuffs on you.” “Oh, I’m not complaining. While your technique with them certainly told me you’re a cop, having them on and letting you do what you did was one of the most mind-opening things that ever happened to me.” “So…you didn’t mind the leather quirt?” He thought for a moment. “I’ve always thought that sex toys would never be an option for me. You taught me otherwise. But I trusted you and that made a big difference.” She took a sip from his champagne glass before asking him the next question. “And your former fiancée is just a memory?” He placed both hands over her breasts and gently squeezed. “Trust me, Cat. When I tell you that having her walk out on me is the best thing that could have ever happened, I sincerely mean it. This day has been wild. Unbelievable. And for a lady who looked like she didn’t want to be here when I first walked into the room, you showed me 51

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some things I definitely want to repeat. You know I don’t want this to end. “And I gotta add…if you’d been the type of woman who wanted to jump my bones without even talking to me first, I’d have probably walked out. I’ve never done anything so brainless as march into a bordello and offer myself to a woman for a one-night stand. It’s a man thing I can’t explain, but I was just kind of lonely. “I guess, after the beating my pride took when my fiancée walked out on me, I just wanted to prove something to myself. But I took one look at you and just wanted to know you. Sounds corny, but it’s the way it was.” Cathy nodded. “I feel the same. I knew you were different. Maybe I was hoping you would be. I could’ve walked out and didn’t. I stayed because you acted like I wasn’t a piece of meat. Like I mattered.” She leaned back against his chest again and kissed one bicep. “Maybe Lisa knew that about both of us and that’s how this ended up working.” He hugged her to him and placed a soft kiss against her neck. Later, when his erection told Cathy he’d slept enough to make love into the night, she was more than willing to join in on whatever he could suggest. And she thought about all the sex toys on the bathroom vanity that hadn’t even been touched…yet. “It’s been so good to meet you, Cathleen Tremain Sullivan. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.” She moaned and leaned her head back against his shoulder. “Good to meet you, too, James Ian Murphy.”

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C. S. CHATTERLY Candace Sams (writing as C. S. Chatterly) was a police officer for eleven years, a crew chief on an ambulance for eight years, and is now an award-winning author of fantasy and contemporary romance and science fiction. She was recently honored by nation-wide readers with the National Readers’ Choice Award for the Best Paranormal Book of the year. Candace is also the senior woman on the U.S. Kung Fu Team and has traveled to China at the request of the U.S. and Chinese governments for international competitions and exhibitions. She’s the holder of three international martial arts titles, the mother of eight adopted babies in the form of three dogs and five cats, and has been married to her husband, Lee, for more than seventeen years. She also enjoys gardening, rock-collecting and weight-lifting.

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