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Lawful Domination [Uniform Fetish 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

  Uniform Fetish 2

  Lawful Domination

  Stephanie Vasquez can’t seem to keep the law off her back. Officers Grayson Myers and Dominic Weston are dead set in teaching her to abide by the rules of the road. As much as she’d love to give in to their flirtation, she’s hesitant to trust any men—even if they do look delicious in their police uniforms.

  After she’s caught in the middle of a major crime investigation, her two cops take her into their protective custody. They teach her that it’s okay to trust them, to give in to their raw domination of her body and soul.

  Grayson and Dominic have a lot invested in the feisty brunette. They want to keep her for themselves, to finally commit to one woman. But will the criminal element get their hands on her before they can prove their love?

  Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 34,246 words


  Uniform Fetish 2

  Stacey Espino


  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  Copyright © 2012 by Stacey Espino

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62241-406-2

  First E-book Publication: September 2012

  Cover design by Jinger Heaston

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  To Sheri Vidal, because she may just have a uniform fetish worse than mine.


  Uniform Fetish 2


  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Stephanie Vasquez attempted to add some lip gloss using the rearview mirror of her car. She was used to multitasking. Ever since Tammy got her promotion, Stephanie’s workload had practically doubled at the office. Driving with her knees while applying makeup, eating, or texting was nothing unusual for her.

  Today was special, though. Mr. Templeton had given her the opportunity to attend a premier gala for a new car dealership. It had been big news in the city because they’d be unveiling an environmentally friendly sedan. The Heartland Tribute was going to make it front-page news in tomorrow’s edition. The new car was the first of its kind, a new step in the future of automotive sales.

  “Fucker!” Stephanie dropped her lip gloss under the gas pedal. She attempted to lean over and grab it while steering. Stretching that low wasn’t easy. She’d gone all out and bought a brand-new skirt suit for the event. Anything not secondhand was a big deal when her salary barely paid the rent and utilities at her apartment. The black pencil skirt had a high slit on one side—perfect for grabbing attention. The jacket was form fitting. She wore a tight spandex tank top underneath so she could leave the buttons undone. To top off the outfit, she wore her prized five-inch Christian Louboutin heels. They were four years old, an old college gift to herself, but she’d kept them in mint shape.

  A car honked behind her so she ignored her task and raised her middle finger out the sunroof. She had no patience for the multitude of assholes in the city. Stephanie swore she was a magnet for creepy little jerks. Her last two boyfriends had been cheaters. There was no self-esteem blow worse than knowing the guy you were dating ran around. Each time she’d picked herself up, dusted herself off, and moved on. But it was impossible for each negative experience to not harden her to a degree.

  She hit gridlocked traffic at the next intersection. Stephanie tapped her manicured nails on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on…”

  When the light turned green, she rode the bumper of the car in front of her all the way to the next street. She had to take a back route or she’d never make the gala on time. The clock on her dashboard said 5:47 p.m. and she had to be there at six o’clock. She had less than fifteen minutes to arrive, find parking, and get inside before the opening ceremony. There was no way she’d blow this opportunity for herself. It could mean an advancement at work if she proved an asset on the field. Editing at her desk for eight hours a day, five days a week was sucking her soul dry.

  Once free from the traffic and on a quiet side road, she hit the gas. Her hair danced wildly from the breeze rushing in the cracks of the front windows, so she scrambled to find the control buttons on the side of the door.

  Brrrrup, brrrrup, brrrrup.

  Stephanie’s body jerked in alarm. She looked into her rearview mirror. “No fucking way!” There was a white, marked police car right behind her with the lights flashing. She hadn’t even noticed one when pulling onto the side street. How fast was I going? She’d been going over the speed limit, but she wasn’t sure by how much. Hopefully, he’d just toss her a ticket so she could be on her way. The dashboard clock flashed 5:51 p.m. Her nerves began to race.

  Maybe she’d mention her best friend. The name Tammy Palmer was well recognized amongst the men in uniform. Her friend had settled down with the four firefighters in the local Station 23. If she didn’t love her friend to death, she’d wish for terrible, terrible things to come her way. How ma
ny women got to have one muscle-bound firefighter in their bed, never mind four? It wasn’t fair. But maybe Tammy’s influence would get her out of a jam now.

  She peeked at the side mirror as one of the two cops finally got out of the driver’s seat. Hurry up, dammit! He was in full uniform, a weakness of hers. Until Tammy claimed the whole fire station for herself, Stephanie had looked forward to her daily walks by the station’s weight room for an eyeful. After two years of reluctant celibacy, it was still the best she could get. Now she had nothing, so the man sauntering toward her window made her stomach flutter.

  He tapped on the glass with a pen, so she lowered it all the way down. The cop leaned one arm on the roof of her car and entered her personal space. He was gorgeous, with dark eyes and a neatly trimmed goatee. She was sure she’d seen him in her bedtime fantasies. “Good evening, ma’am. I’m Officer Myers. Have you been drinking tonight?”

  She lowered her brow, insulted. “It’s not even six o’clock. I’m not a lush.” He was only inches from his face. “Go on, smell me all you want.”

  “I’ll need to see your license and vehicle ownership.”

  “What?” She practically screamed the word, then controlled herself. “Why, sir? Can I just have my ticket?”

  “You were going seventy in a fifty. On a one-way street. Please get out of the car, ma’am.”

  She quickly looked up the street, finally noticing the arrow facing the opposite direction. Fuck. This was a new area for her and she wasn’t familiar with all the little side streets. She should have paid more attention, but what was done, was done. Hopefully, he’d respond to a little innocent flirting. She was certainly dressed the part today. The last time she got a ticket she was on her way home from the Laundromat in old sweats with her hair in a messy bun. She didn’t even bother flirting after being caught at her worst.

  Stephanie opened the door and stepped out. Her long legs were accentuated by the high heels. At five foot seven, she was often the same height as the male clients who came into the office. Add five-inch heels and she would tower over most men.

  “Sir, I have a really important meeting in like five minutes. Could you just let me off with a warning? I promise I won’t do it again.” She shut the door, handed him her paperwork, and leaned against the side of the car.

  Wait a minute. Stephanie had to double-check that she was even wearing her heels because the officer looked down at her. He must have been a good six foot three, which was not a common thing for her to see. He wasn’t just tall, but built, with broad shoulders, a wide chest, and a tapered waist. Actually, the cop was ridiculously nice to look at.

  Her body began to react. Tammy always said Stephanie was a natural-born flirt. Maybe she was correct because right now all she cared about was meeting this man’s approval.

  “You won’t learn your lesson unless you’re punished.” His voice was deep, rich, and seductive. She could listen to it all night, preferable talking dirty to her.

  “Do you have any weapons on you?” A new voice.

  Stephanie whipped her head to the side to find the other man. Another officer had joined them on the side of the road. This man was just as tall—what were the odds? He had thick, dirty-blond hair kept in a short buzz cut. He was just as delicious as the first man with an intense, expressionless stare that made her pussy pulse.

  “Weapons? You’ve got to be kidding. Where would I even hide one?” She slipped off her jacket, tossing it in the open window. Then she raised her hands at the elbows and did a little spin. She knew she looked hot because she’d taken hours to get ready for the event at home. “Do you not see how tight this skirt is?”

  “What do you think? Public intoxication?” the second cop asked Officer Myers.

  “I’m not drunk. Not even a little bit.” It had to be past six now. Her heart raced, her entire future flashing before her eyes, and it wasn’t pretty. She had to get out of this mess fast. If this had been any other day, she’d have savored the opportunity to seduce these gorgeous men. Stephanie was desperate for a date, a hot fling to remember. Either of these men would have done nicely. Why couldn’t they have stopped me any other day?

  “Get the kit, Dom,” said the second.

  Her muscles were rigid as anxiety settled in. She was so close to reaching her destination, but she had to comply with the law.

  It was time for her last-ditch effort. “Do you know Tammy Palmer? She’s dating some of the men at Station 23.”

  “Blow on the mouthpiece,” said Myers, not humoring her.

  Were they even listening? “Well, she’s my best friend, you know.”

  “Blow, please.”

  She looked side to side. Fortunately, the street was quiet because she was embarrassed, being treated like some common criminal. Stephanie had no police record. She’d once gotten off the subway and run all the way out to the main street to return some guy’s wallet that slipped out of his pocket. Committing crimes was not in her nature. It was probably one of the reasons she started working for the local newspaper. Truth, free speech, and justice were important to her.

  With little choice in the matter, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the plastic mouthpiece. She took a deep breath in from her nose and blew hard. When the machine beeped, Myers pulled it away and began to assess the screen. She knew the results before being told because she didn’t drink. Ever.

  “Well, looks like she’s clean,” he said.

  “I’ve been telling you that for the last fifteen minutes,” she said. “Can I please go?”

  The strength of the sun was diminishing, reminding her of the late hour.

  “We take the safety of our streets very seriously.” He glanced at her license. “Ms. Vasquez.” The way he said her name was like melting chocolate, private and sensual. Was he purposely saying her name slowly, punctuating every syllable, or was it her wishful thinking?

  “I’m sorry?”

  He shook his head. “From what we’ve learned over the years, law breakers aren’t reformed by getting a slap on the wrist. When you put them in the back of a squad car or hit them hard in the wallet—that’s when they pay notice.”

  “I’m not a law breaker. I just didn’t see the one-way sign.” She waved her hand in the air as she spoke. Normally, she’d never be so forward with police officers, tempting fate, but the gala was her chance of a lifetime.

  “Maybe we should make an exception this once,” said Dom. She wondered if that was slang for his first or last name. Whatever it was, it suited him perfectly. She could image him in a dominant role. He stood there on the sidelines, booted feet braced, arms crossed.

  She waited for Officer Myers’s response. Please say yes.

  He stared at her with unblinking focus, emanating raw authority. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wander to his gun holster, baton, and the fit of his uniform below the belt. It felt like five lifetimes passed before he finally spoke. “I suppose we could let you off with a warning. Next time we won’t be so generous.”

  “There won’t be a next time,” she assured. Until he officially let her walk, she couldn’t help but hold her breath.

  He handed back her identification. “The flow of traffic is that way.” He pointed up the way she’d come. They both split up, walking back to the police car parked behind her. She stood there for another few seconds, watching them, wishing one of them had given her their number.

  Stephanie got back in her car and pulled into the nearest driveway to turn around. As she passed their parked squad car, they both watched her. Fantasies danced in her head…until she glanced at the clock. It was 6:14 p.m., and she was late for her first field assignment. She hoped they were running late or wouldn’t notice her slip in. As much as she worried about getting to the event, she was more excited about asking Tammy about her two cops when she got home.

  * * * *

  Grayson Myers looked up the name on his computer. Stephanie Vasquez. The woman was twenty-six and drop-dead gorgeous. She had long, da
rk hair and legs that went on forever. And no criminal record.

  “She’s the one, isn’t she?” asked Dom. Apparently, his partner, Dominic Weston, hadn’t forgotten her face, either.

  “I recognized her the moment I saw her.”

  She’d been at the firefighter’s fundraising ball last month, wearing an ankle-length red dress that clung to every lush curve. The vision was burned into his memory.

  “She’s feisty. Why’d you let her walk so fast? We could have had some fun with her,” said Grayson.

  “We’re supposed to be at the dealership until ten tonight. We’re already late.”

  “Right.” He clicked off the computer screen.

  Grayson started to drive. Crowd control duty meant overtime, but he couldn’t stand mingling with all the stuffed shirts. He preferred to work the streets, deal with real people and real issues. At least he’d have his partner, Dominic, with him. They were as close as two men could get without being brothers. After graduating from the police academy at the late age of twenty-seven, they bought a town house together, pooling their resources. They even shared the same woman from time to time. It was his job and best friend that helped him move on from the past and start a new life.

  “You should have talked to her at the party,” said Dom.

  “I wasn’t sure if she was with one of the station guys. It’s hard to believe a woman like that is single.”

  “Well, you heard what Aaron said. She’s Tammy’s best friend, works at the paper, and she’s very single.”

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