The Cop I Gag (Nicola #2/9)

By Lotte Larsen

I've hated Constable Patrick Francis ever since he questioned me after my dad's murder. Francis was mean and nasty and implied my dad deserved what he got.
But my impressions of Francis were all wrong. He's really a sweet caring guy—and he has his own handcuffs. He's going to help me prove to that twisted spy Gunnar it's possible to have hot kinky fun without it being depraved.
I just have to gag Francis because his voice still gives me the creeps.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lotte Larsen
• Release date: Aug 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311785084

Lotte Larsen

Lotte Larsen is a Swedish-Canadian who lives in Toronto, Ontario. She hopes you have as much fun reading her smutty little pulps as she has writing them.

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HotSwedishMen: Nicola #2/9

THE COP I GAG

Lotte Larsen

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Table of Contents

One: Bike Cop

Two: Chloe

Three: That Explains a Lot

Four: The Gag

Five: Interrogation

Six: Phone Sex

Seven: The Question

Eight: A Girl with a Problem

Nine: Turn About

Ten: Embarrassment City

Eleven: The Sordid Truth

Twelve: Working Holiday

One: Bike Cop

I'm not keen on cycling. Can't understand what keeps you from falling over. The scientist don't know either, which is even more reason not to do it. But I sure enjoyed watching the bicycle cops work the afternoon rush hour. A line of egotistical losers parked on a yellow stripe, reducing a main street to one measly lane. Traffic jammed up worse than if there'd been an accident. Then a lone cyclist drifts up behind like some superhero in blue and white and all the losers peel off the curb like flies off shit.

I nodded my approval to the hot young bike cop from where I was leaning against the window of a used bookstore.

He wheeled his bike over and grinned. You like that?

I suppressed a shudder. I always like that, Patrick.

Ever since he'd interrogated me about my dad's murder, suggesting Dad was a criminal, that he deserved what he got, Constable Patrick Francis' voice had fed my nightmares. But my memories were wrong. Grief and rage had twisted his words into something nasty and dark. Something false. The real Francis was a great guy who'd held a torch for me for years.

And now we were both ready to light the fire.

Or at least I was. Since I couldn't stand listening to Francis and he had this aversion to putting anything sexual in writing I couldn't ask him the questions I wanted to ask. Like: Will you actually fuck me instead of playing around like Gunnar did? Will you do it nice and dirty and handcuff me to something? Would you wear your gun harness and nothing else? Oh, and will you let me gag you first? The last one was the deal breaker. If he talked during sex I'd throw up on him. I'd done it before; I was fully prepared to do it again.

Unless it was a secret fetish he had. Then it would be sick.

I handed Patrick a small envelope. You're off Wednesday, right?

Yes. He glanced around nervously as he tucked it into his pocket. "Don't give me something like this when I'm on duty, Nicola. I'll get