Bound (Forbidden Series - Book 1) by Melody Anne

on record, she would forever lose her chances of getting her brother back. She was doing everything she could for Justin, and she might have blown it already.
                  “I’m going to have to cite you both for indecent behavior,” the man said as he looked at Jewell with a trace of disgust.
                  “What indecent behavior?” she said before she was able to stop herself.
                  “The streets are not the place to have sex,” he replied coldly.
                  “We weren’t having sex,” she argued before Blake sent her a searing look that told her to stop talking.
                  “Your clothing was out of place. I’m not arguing with you.” The officer continued to write on the pad.
                  “I don’t think so,” Blake said, and that made the officer’s eyes narrow.
                  “Excuse me?” the officer said, as if not sure how to react to having these two randy people challenging him. Blake then moved away from Jewell and the officer took a single step back, and his hand came up to rest on the butt of his holstered gun. Was the cop frightened, or did he just want to remind Blake that he had a weapon? Jewell didn’t know.
                  “Get into the car.”
                  It took a moment for Jewell to realize that Blake was speaking to her. She looked from him to the officer and decided she was more afraid of Blake at that moment than the law, and so, without another word, she moved to the passenger’s side and climbed into the sports car.
                  She was surprised when she saw the officer’s lips moving but heard no sound. Maybe the car was soundproof. If Blake riled up the officer too much, she certainly hoped it was also bulletproof. Too nervous to look away, she kept watching as the officer and Blake spoke. Then her jaw dropped. The officer put away his ticket book, turned around, and started walking to his police car.
                  Then the cop got in and drove off. She hadn’t had to give her name, hadn’t received a ticket. Who in the hell was Blake Knight? If he could get an outraged police officer to go away, what couldn’t he do?
                  Blake entered his car a moment later, switched on the ignition, and the engine came to life. Without speaking, he pulled from the parking place, then jumped onto the freeway.
                  His masculine scent surrounded her, making her stomach clench as her desire immediately revved back up. When she noticed his fingers wrapping around the stick shift, she ground her thighs together and wondered what was wrong with her. This was a job, only a job, a job she despised. Being attracted to her client in any way made her pathetic.
                  “We’ll finish this later,” he said, making her jump in her seat.
                  “What did you say to him to make him leave?” She’d been dying to ask, but had waited until he spoke first.
                  “It doesn’t matter; I know people” was his only answer.
                  Jewell decided not to say anything further. She had no idea what was coming next, but whatever it was, she was sure she would need her strength. Blake Knight frightened her — and, sadly enough, excited her as well.
                  It would be in her best interest to remember who he was, and also to remember herself. They weren’t a couple; they weren’t even friends. She was his toy to play with for a short time, and she was sure he’d make the most of it, take every advantage.
                  And then she’d be another man’s toy. She needed to keep this sad fact constantly in the front of her mind.

Chapter Seven
     
                  “Take off your clothes.”
                  Jewell looked at Blake as if he’d