Playing with the Enemy

By Suzzana C Ryan

JP vowed revenge for his father's death. Smart, savvy, and determined, he's now one of New York's finest. Along comes Josie, a sassy, beautiful Latino beauty wearing gang colors. The two shouldn't mix, yet the attraction is far too enticing for JP. Their beginnings are not very different, yet their direction in life is opposite sides of the law. Can he rescue her, and will she allow herself to fall for what she's been looking at as the enemy her whole life.
Love can and will conquer all.

 

****Adult Content****

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Aug 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502274427

Suzzana C Ryan

About the Author Suzzana C. Ryan is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She has always wanted to be a writer. She began this journey in 2011, and an indie publisher published her first work, A Vampire for her Birthday. Then she was diagnosed with breast cancer. However, that news never changed her dreams. She wrote even during her darkest days undergoing treatment and surgery. She got lost in her fantasies. Today she is still writing and has conquered her demons and disease. Her advice is never to let go of your dreams. Go for it. She's written over thirty books and will continue to create romance stories that people love to read. http://www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.blogspot.com http://www.suzzanacryan.blogspot.com Thank you,  Suzzana C Ryan http://www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.blogspot.com Facebook, Twitter

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Chapter One

JP Adams was a NYC police officer who grew up in the projects of the South Bronx. He'd seen gang wars, robberies and innocent people gunned down, including his father who took a stray bullet from a gang drive-by, ending his life. JP was fourteen. On that day, he'd sworn vengeance. But his father brought him up right. JP never became part of a gang or did anything wrong in the eyes of the law. He joined the New York City Police Department when he was twenty-two, after completing four years of college. He owed his father and now as a cop, he was giving back.

He’d made many friends during his years on the force. He was currently working undercover with the D.E.A. weeding out what he considered the dirtiest of criminals, the drug dealers. He was getting a lot of slack from people he knew for years, and they weren’t used to seeing him so─as they put it- ethnic. His dread locks and goatee served him well. His task force had the highest rate of drug busts in years. Commendations were stacking up. Soon he’d leave the task force and take a soft and comfortable detective’s position. He’d paid his dues.

JP was on duty, walking the streets of the South Bronx, talking on his phone to his mother on Long Island, when he saw her coming toward him. She was shapely, with ebony hair and slightly bronzed skin. His eyes widened as she came closer. Her obvious Spanish heritage appealed to him, as did her full breasts bouncing seductively, as her hips swayed with arrogance.

He wondered what she’d think of him. Dreadlocks weren’t an unusual sight in the Bronx and Brooklyn; every other brother sported them. Maybe she’d like his mixed heritage of Afro-American and Columbian. The mix gave his skin a light coffee hue, and he kept himself in shape with a daily run to the gym because his life depended on it.

The dark-haired beauty smiled as she approached him. That's when he noticed the jacket, she wore a gang issue. She wore colors. He clenched his fists until his palms hurt. Did the girl ever look in the mirror and see that her potential was more than a gang member whore?

She passed him. He had to turn and watch her. She wore tight black skinny jeans, which did little to hide her fine ass. Her legs were well-shaped and tight. Damn, she had a tiny waist. All and all, the girl was stacked and on the verge of being beautiful. He let out a low whistle knowing he’d catch her attention.

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Josie watched him approach her. His skin was light chocolate, his hair in dreadlocks and buffed beneath the football jersey. He was on his phone, and when her eyes met his, he smiled a devastatingly sexy smile. He was hot. He winked and then ran his tongue across his lips.

Bad boy, she thought. Wouldn't he love to get his tongue on her smooth, cleaned, shaved pussy with its dark rose-colored clit? Many who’d gotten a taste had told her she had the best pussy and best ass. She ran her tongue across her lower lip in response to his as she stared him down and passed him. Oh yes, she felt his eyes on her.

As soon as she passed him, she snapped her fingers. What you lookin' at? That’s rude, you know.

Excuse me, sweets. I always appreciate a pretty girl.

It didn’t take him long, she thought.

You talking to me? she said, moving her shoulders and letting her full breasts bounce, giving him a feast for his eyes.

Yes, I am. That jacket is gang issue. What the fuck is a pretty girl like you doing wearing gang colors?

What do you think?  And what’s it to you? What are you, a cop? Now he pissed her off.

If I was?

Fuck you then. Thought you were hot, now you bore me.

He strolled toward her. You have some mouth.

Do I? Guess you’ll never find out.

You so sure of that, he said, eyeing her body like a hunter would his prey.

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She succeeded in pissing him off. She was something, and it had been a while since any woman attracted him. This girl was sending all his blood right to his cock, and he wanted to try a small piece of what she had to offer.

She didn’t move back as he approached her. She did have a set of balls for a woman, but she had a gang backing her. He was sure all she had to do was say the word, and anyone bothering her would have to deal with them.

I’m sorry. Not the best way to start, is it? My name’s JP Adams. When I see a girl as pretty as you, I see such potential. And those gang colors indicate how much you've probably been used. He stopped. He’d hit a nerve as he watched her dark brown eyes fill. She was strong and regained her composure. Ever been loved by a real man? Again, he saw her wince ever so slightly, making him sorry he’d made his last remark.

"I supposed that real man is you."

Maybe you’d like to find out, but that's not the issue. It's those colors.

He watched her saunter up closer until she was in his face. She wasn't as tall as he thought. He hadn't considered the three-inch heels. She was maybe five foot three, but every last inch of her was packed solid. Her nearness disturbed him, making the saliva in his mouth increase.

She seductively ran a finger over his mouth as a small little grin appeared on her full red lips. It seems, officer, you want some candy. And I am candy.

He stared her down. They were in the middle of a busy city street, yet he saw only her. And he was fighting to keep his damn cock at bay. 

Sweets can be dangerous. Too much can make you sick. What makes you think I'm interested?

I see the way men look at me. You're no different. Even if you're a cop, you're still a man.

That I am. But I'm somewhat different than most men.

Really, how's that?

I want to get to know you first before I fuck you. He couldn't believe he blurted out his intent. Already she’d succeeded in pushing his buttons.

Well, you really aren’t very different from most men. You just like some small talk before you stick your cock in me.

The red lipstick she wore was creamy, and there wasn’t a trace of it on her white teeth. Her skin was clear, and he imagined it very soft to the touch. He bet her nipples were large and the tips rough on his tongue, with areoles that were probably dark but not too large. And her pussy was perhaps sweet and young, but he was sure far from untried. She was gorgeous and stirred in him a need. He had to be fucking crazy, she wore gang colors, and he was a cop. Did he even have a chance in hell with her?

He was sure she’d no idea when she first saw him that he was a cop. Not how he looked with his dreadlocks, an abundance of silver jewelry, and expensive and too big clothing. He hated the look, but it worked in the degenerate world. The more he looked her over, the more that he wanted her. He’d have her.

You’re a tough little girl, aren’t you?

I have to be to survive in this sewer.

Her response surprised him.

Do all cops look like you? I'd never have guessed if you hadn’t said you were one. Is this a new look for city cops?

No, I’ve been undercover for a while. He had no