The Chief Financial Officer of the non-profit Cerise Thacker runs has been cooking her books. The DA fears the CFO's deep family roots will come after Cerise, particularly after the CFO states he will "fucking see to her death." So she's whisked away in a Yellow Cab into a short term police protection program to keep her safe. The cabbie? Isaac Walker, undercover cop. For the duration, Isaac will be her protector, even though she doesn't want protection.
Thing is Cerise and Isaac are not strangers. They'd shared a role play domme/sub encounter about a year earlier--neither of them revealing who they really were. Now they are thrust together in a situation of extreme danger and passion where Isaac must remain in control of the situation at all costs, even though he so very much wants to give it up to Cerise. And Cerise must do everything that Isaac says to the letter, even if she doesn't want to.
That is, if they want to get out of this thing alive.
From Chapter "Holy shee-it."
Isaac Walker pulled his baseball cap lower over his bald head and straightened his dark sunglasses. Almost simultaneously, he folded up his jacket collar and slunk down a little lower in the driver's seat. The thing he didn't do was alter his line of vision. He knew this woman was his subject, he knew she was heading his way, and there was no way he would take his eyes off her until she was safe in the cab.
No. No way would he peel his gaze away from....
That pair of long, shapely, stocking-clad legs, topped off by a respectable above-the-knee length suit skirt, and anchored by a pair of three-inch, black, stiletto heels. One leg in front of the other, hips hitching rhythmically right then left.
Erotic images flashed through his head. He could easily picture those legs cuffed at the ankle with black leather straps. Her thin wrists circled with leather and secured above her head on a massive bed. That long blonde mane swept over her face. Her red lips, full and pouty, huffing out breath after orgasmic breath.
And then....