Yasmin Cole is going too fast down the backroads, and faced with a challenge to her very right to ride, she chooses an otherwise forbidden option... One her friendly neighborhood officers are quite glad to drive down.
"Busted Taillights" is an erotic story featuring desperate offers and sizzling roadside passion. It is strictly for adults only.
An excerpt:
He looked down at the license again, dubiously, then said without returning my gaze, “Ma’am, I really don’t know how to explain this license. I figure you’re probably thinking, right, this guy’s just busting my chops. Something like that?”
I knew better than to answer.
“Well I’ll be honest, ma’am, I ain’t. My name is James Fraker and you can ask the sheriff when we get in and I’m sure he’ll be glad to tell you that I don’t play like that, and I am not doing this because I want to.” He trailed off, then, squinting as he cupped my license in his palm.
I took in a deep chest-swelling breath - and I leaned forwards slightly, asking as I did, “Officer, really, isn’t there any way I can...”
He looked towards me again - and then downwards.
An idea leapt into my head. I wriggled my shoulders to put a bit of a bounce into my chest as I said with another small laugh, “There’s no way that I could perhaps pay off that uh, that fine you were talking about, maybe, just up front?”
“Are you trying to offer - oh!” he said, as I actually went as far as to unbutton my top. “Ohhh. Ma’am, uh...”
He was blushing; it showed up on his complexion, pale like a lot of redhaired men.
“Well,” he said, “There is something.”
