Strictly Yours: Hooded Pleasures, Book 3 by Sheryl Nantus

flashes drawing long groans out of her.
    Nathan.
    Jen reached up with her free hand and pinched her nipple, rolling the nub between her fingers as the toy moved below the waistband of her sweat pants.
    She was soaked already.
    She could see his face, that gentle smile hiding all sorts of hidden potential. He’d come so far as a submissive, his underlying strength showing through. His ability to serve and obey on command was magnificent, his choice to surrender control to her a glorious gift she’d been entrusted with.
    And yet he could be a strong man, ruler of his domain when he needed to be. When he had to be in order to do what he did—help people and save lives.
    The vibrator slipped down and pressed against her inner core with a sudden urgency, pulling moans and gasps from her with increasing frequency.
    Nathan.
    The orgasm sprang on her like a tidal wave, swamping her from head to foot. Her head snapped back against the pillow, her hips bucking up from the sheets as pleasure shot through all her nerve endings, blinding her temporarily and stealing her breath away.
    Nathan.
    Jennifer slumped against the mattress, a slow burn in her muscles drawing out the last of her strength.
    Nathan.
    She licked her lips and wondered what it’d be like to have him in bed with her.
    Jen closed her eyes and let her mind drift onto what could be.
    If only—
    The phone call snapped her out of her reverie, the shrill tone startling her.
    Jen scrambled off the bed and ran into the living room where her phone sat on the coffee table.
    She studied the number before hitting the button.
    The clinic.
    Jen relaxed slightly, the lethargic feeling returning.
    “Hello?”
    “It’s Helena. The day-shift doctor,” she added in case Jen didn’t remember her. “I’m calling to see if you saw anything strange on your last shift. Anyone acting odd, any strangers hanging around the clinic.”
    Jen frowned. “No. Why?”
    “Because someone called in a bomb threat, and we’ve been evacuated.”

Chapter Six
    Nathan’s biggest problem over the next few days was his inability to stay focused, his attention wandering back to Jen and her problem.
    Is she safe? Is she okay?
    Is she well?
    He bit the inside of his cheek to banish the worrisome thoughts and bring himself back to full awareness.
    As soon as he’d been able to clear his head of her, Nathan had made a few phone calls to old friends.
    He’d trained most of them, watched them climb the ladder into different positions within the force.
    Nathan had never, ever considered contacting them for anything other than maybe an odd drink here and there. He didn’t want to be one of those cops, the ones who misused their power, their connections.
    But this—this wasn’t for him.
    It was for her.
    He’d called in some favors, gently poking around the edges without saying what he needed the information for. There’d been some raised eyebrows, but they all knew he wouldn’t have come and asked for help if he didn’t have a good reason.
    She’d given him the punk’s last name—Tanner.
    It wouldn’t be hard to put it together with recent parolees and an incident at a medical clinic three years ago.
    So he waited for his favors to come back home and wondered if Jen was okay.
    And mentally berated himself for a lack of focus as he snapped his attention back to the street.
    This sort of daydreaming could be dangerous for anyone, but it was possibly lethal for a policeman. A careless slip, a lack of awareness for a few seconds, and he could not only be in deep trouble, but he’d bring his partner down as well.
    Daydream as an accountant, and you might cost someone a lot of money.
    Daydream as a cop, and you might end up six feet under.
    Henry hadn’t noticed, thank goodness. The rookie was taking it all in and learning fast. His enthusiasm helped keep Nathan sharp, his constant drill of questions keeping his training officer on his toes. The young man would go far with that type of mindset as