Fournicopia by Delilah Devlin
Series: Delta Heat
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Genre: Contemporary, Red Hots!!!, Ménage & More, Men In Uniform
Length: 86 pages
Forget the sugar. Send her the spice.
Delta Heat, Book 2
Gus Taggert knows a setup when he sees one. The doughnut shop his police officer buddies have sent him to, Cornucopia, is too frilly. Too pink. Then the woman behind the counter serves up a mini-lesson in submission that leaves him ready and willing to obey her order to see her tonight at La Forge BDSM club.
The large, burly cop is exactly the kind of alpha guy that newly minted Domme Aislinn Darby has been dying to tie up and spank. Yet after she puts him through his paces, she finds herself eager to let him take control—something she’s never before enjoyed with a man.
Determined to find out once and for all if she has what it takes to control a scene, she orders him up for one more go. Only this time, she intends to ensure he remembers who’s in charge. She’s even willing to offer a little bribe: accept her dictates, and his reward is her—any way he wants her.
Except when it’s time for payback, it comes with several twists she never saw coming.
Copyright © 2012 Delilah Devlin
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
“See you met Aislinn,” Mondo said. He stood with his back against the wall outside the meeting room at the station house. The doughnut he held was covered in pale gray frosting and with a plaid pattern of dark blue lines criss-crossing the top. A bite was missing.
Ash-lynn? That was her name? Pretty and soft, just like the woman. Gus gave him a narrowed stare. “Could have warned me about her.”
“And spoil the surprise?” Dark brows waggled with wicked delight.
Gus snorted then glanced around to make sure no one else could hear. “You’re not one to matchmake. What’s goin’ on?”
Mondo straightened away from the wall and jerked his chin, indicating that Gus should follow. “She’s pretty, no?” he said, arching a brow. When Gus scowled, he shrugged. “Ash has a stalker. Someone from the club.”
Gus’s gut tightened. “So did you pull the jerk aside to warn him off?”
“She doesn’t know who it is. Someone’s been leaving her notes and presents.”
“So this is an assignment?”
Mondo gave a curt nod. “Strictly off the record. She doesn’t want anyone knowing she’s having problems.”
Disappointment tasted bitter in his mouth. “So I’m gonna be her pretend boyfriend?”
“No pretending—and not exactly her boyfriend. She’s into the scene. You’ll be safe for her to play with while me and the others have a look around and see whose nose is out of joint when she chooses you.” Mondo headed to the double doors leading out to the parking lot beside the station house.
As Mondo pushed through the door, Gus laid a hand on his shoulder. “How’d she know?”
Mondo’s eyes gleamed with humor. “Know what?”
Gus gave him a deep scowl. “Don’t be a dick.”
Mondo’s grin was a quick flash of white against his tan face. “I told you before, amigo, someone like her, like me, can spot it a mile away.”
Gus bristled as Mondo’s low chuckles followed him out the door. “Probably outted me himself,” he muttered.
“Outted you?” a familiar voice said behind him. “Switchin’ teams, Gus ole boy?”
Gus rolled his eyes, but pasted on a neutral expression before he turned toward Craig Eason.
Dressed in the same midnight blue uniform Gus wore, Craig managed to look like an actor playing a role. Gus knew how women looked at Craig, with his tall, lean body and blond good looks. Craig, cocky bastard that he was, knew it too. He held up a doughnut. “Tasty. Pretty too. All the guys were wonderin’.”
“Mondo sent me to Cornucopia.”
Gus stifled a curse. Was he the only one who didn’t already know her?
Craig’s eyebrows rose. “I’ve been tryin’ to convince her I’d play switch to her Domme for months.”
“Shhhh.” Gus glanced around to make sure no one had heard. “Mondo sent me there for a reason.”
“To get you spanked?”
Gus bared his teeth. “I may not like to wield the whip, but I can still wipe the floor with your ass, bro.”
Craig held up his hands. “Easy, big boy. Not lookin’ for trouble.”
Gus hunched and pretend-punched Craig’s belly. “Could have fooled me.”
His buddy danced away, holding his doughnut aloft. “Just wanted to tell you how pretty your doughnuts are,” he said, grinning.
Gus sighed. “I’m gonna hear about it all day, aren’t I?”
“You know it. Got the dispatcher cued too. She likes the sparklies.”
Gus shook his head as Craig headed to his squad car. Sometimes, having friends like his could be a royal pain in the ass.