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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  SEDUCING THE CONGRESSMAN 2 EXCERPT

  ROXIE'S BACKLIST

  ABOUT ROXIE

  SEARCH AND SEIZURE (ROMPS #2)

  Copyright © 2012 by ROXIE RIVERA

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  SEARCH AND SEIZURE

  ROXIE RIVERA

  CHAPTER ONE

  "Where the hell have you been?"

  My eyes widened at the gruff sound of my step-father's voice. He loomed in the doorway of the living room. Arms crossed, he glared down at me. So much for sneaking back into the house…

  "Out," I said, deliberately vague. "Why?"

  "It's two in the morning, Allie. Your curfew is midnight."

  I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Rex? I'm eighteen. I'm in college. I don't need a curfew."

  "Is that so? Well, last time I checked, I pay your tuition. I keep a roof over your head, food on the table and designer clothes on your back. You drive a car I bought with gas paid for by the credit card I gave you. All I ask in return is what, Allie?"

  I huffed with annoyance. This wasn’t the first time we'd had this argument. It likely wouldn't be the last. "That I go to class every day, make good grades, keep up with my chores and obey the curfew rule."

  "Is that so hard?"

  "Apparently it is," I grumbled.

  "Don't be a smartass, Allie," he growled in that trademark Texas twang. "You're not too old for me to toss across my knee."

  I snorted with amusement. "Rex, I've never let anyone beat my ass. I'm not about to start tonight."

  "Keep up that sass and we'll see." He stepped into the entryway and extended his big hand. At nearly five inches over six feet, Rex was an enormous man. Broad shouldered and well-built, he cut an impressive figure, especially for a homicide detective. I figured his intimidating size worked well on all the slimy citizens who crossed his path. "Give me your purse."

  "What?" I stepped back and hit the door. Clutching my purse tightly to my chest, I shook my head. "No way, Rex."

  "Allie, I'm not going to ask you again. Give. Me. Your. Purse."

  I could tell he wasn't going to back down on this one. He'd gone into full-on cop mode. Shit. Shit. Shit! "Look, Rex, I'm pretty sure I have the right to privacy."

  "You want the right to privacy, sugar? Move into your own apartment. Pay your own bills." He wiggled his fingers. "Give me the purse."

  Sighing with frustration, I reluctantly handed it over. In a minute or less, my ass was going to be grass. I swallowed hard when he snatched my hand and inspected the stamp on my skin.

  "The Sixer Club?" He sounded pissed. "You're a minor. How the hell did you get in there?"

  "Well…"

  He dropped my hand. "Save it. I have a feeling I'm about to answer that question myself."

  My chest constricted and my gut twisted with anxiety. Rex popped the latch on my silver clutch and unceremoniously dumped the contents onto the entryway table. He pushed them around the table top. His fingers lingered on the condom I carried. "I'm glad to see you're being safe."

  "Yes, sir." I figured now was the perfect time to bust out the good manners.

  "Too bad you're not being smart." He picked up my fake ID. "Where did you get this?"

  "Um…"

  Rex pinned me in place with a stern gaze. "You know I can have you arrested for this? It's illegal, Allie. Hell, you could be buying this from some asshole who funds terrorism or works with a drug cartel."

  "What? No way! It's just from some guy on campus."

  "Some guy on campus?"

  I nodded. "I got it from a girl in my government class who knows this guy."

  "A girl who knows this guy?" He parroted my reply in disbelief. "That's the best you've got?"

  "It's true. I just texted her a picture of me and gave her some money. Two days later, I had a new ID."

  "How much?"

  I bit my lower lip. "Not that much."

  "Allie," Rex spoke my name in a warning tone.

  "Three hundred," I said finally.

  "Are you out of your damn mind? Three hundred dollars for a fake ID?"

  I shrugged. "It's a really good one. I mean, look at it."

  "I'm going to take a damn good look at it. At the office," he added in an ominous tone. "Consider your clubbing career finished, sweetheart."

  I started to pout but knew it wouldn't work on Rex. It had never worked on him. Maybe if he'd known me as a little kid, he'd be soft toward me but that wasn't the case. I'd met Rex two years earlier when he'd started dating my flakey mother. Within four months, they were married. A few weeks after their first anniversary, she wanted a divorce. As soon as the ink was dry, she left town—and me. Rex was nice enough to take me in and provide the stability I so desperately craved.

  "Were you smoking pot?" He picked up a package of rolling papers and waved them in my face.

  "No!"

  "Allie…" He used the voice.

  "Okay, so, like not tonight but, you know, sure, I've been known to light up." I touched his arm, the starched fabric of his white button-down shirt stiff beneath my fingers. "But never in your house!"

  "Oh, that makes it so much better, Allie." He slipped the papers into his pocket. "No more dope, Allie. If I have to start drug testing you, I will."

  My mouth gaped. "You're joking!"

  "Try me, sugar."

  "No, thanks," I murmured meekly. Head low, I whispered, "I won't smoke again."

  "Good." He gestured to the table. "Put your hands on the table and spread your legs."

  "Wh-what?" I blinked as his sternly spoken order ricocheted round and round in my head. "Why?"

  "Because I said so," he replied rather gruffly. "Hands on the table. Now."

  Caught off guard by his cop voice, I instantly complied. He used the toe of his boot to push my feet wider apart. My heart raced as Rex put a hand on the back of my neck. I'd never been manhandled like this. It was simultaneously disconcerting—and exciting. "Why are you searching me?"

  "You think I was born yesterday, Allie? You've got rolling papers in your purse but no pot. If it's hidden on you, I'll find it."

  "Rex, I don't have any drugs on me."

  He snorted with derision. "Sure you don’t, sweetheart."

  I gasped when his rough palms glided along my sides. His big hands swept up around my breasts and followed the curve of them. His fingertips brushed across my nipples. For a split-second, his hands faltered and then lingered. I wondered if he'd just realized I wasn't wearing a bra under my hot pink mini-dress. Whenever I got nervous or excited, my nipples always tightened to hard peaks. Right now was no exception. No doubt Rex had felt the hard nubs pushing against his palms.

  His hands moved slower now. They slid down my belly, rode the gentle slope of my hips and glided along my thighs. His touch felt different. Instead of being business-like and cursory, he seemed to be trying to memorize the feel of my body. I sensed something in him had shifted. When he'd first put his hands on me, it was completely innocent and with a purpose. He'd truly wanted to make sure I wasn't smuggling something illegal into his home.

  But now? No, his touch had changed. Maybe it w
as the sensation of my nipples pressing against his palm but some switch inside his head had been flipped.

  I shivered as his callused palms glided along my inner thighs. He moved at a torturously slow pace. My heart raced as he took a step closer. His body heat and that cologne he preferred, a rugged, masculine scent, enveloped me. I closed my eyes and tried to fight the need building low in my belly.

  Was this really happening? Was I seriously letting my step-father feel me up in the entryway of our house? Part of me wanted to shout that this was wrong, that we shouldn’t even be flirting with this kind of danger, but I silenced that moral bitch quickly. I wanted to know. I needed to know what would happen. It was taboo and dirty but I couldn't help myself.

  I wanted Rex. I wanted my step-daddy.

  When his hands reached the apex of my thighs, I held my breath. His thumbs grazed the tiny scrap of silk guarding my pussy. The flimsy thong I'd chosen would provide little protection against him.

  His hot breath breezed across my neck. Goose bumps erupted on my flesh. He was so close now I could hear him gulp. Pained, he whispered, "Allie…"

  He didn't have to say anything else. I understood implicitly. He wanted permission. He needed me to say it. "Don't stop, Rex."

  With a low growl, he dropped his lips to my neck. I shuddered as he peppered feather-light kisses along my shoulder and up the side of my neck. His teeth nibbled at my earlobe. White-hot currents arced through me, leaving me trembling with desire. I gripped the edge of the table and hoped I wouldn't faint.

  His fingers slipped under my thong. He swept them up and down the seam of my pussy. I inhaled a shaky breath and let his fingers explore me. Rex parted my pussy lips and swirled his fingertip over my clit.

  "We shouldn’t be doing this." Rex's low, rumbling voice vibrated through me.

  "No, we should. We really should." I so didn't want him to grow a conscience and stop. He was making me feel way too good.

  "You drive me crazy, Allie. I tried to ignore you. I really did."

  His confession stunned me. He'd never shown any hint of impropriety with me. Always, he'd behaved so gentlemanly, so properly, with me. To discover that he'd wanted me all this time made it all the more impressive.

  "How long?" I had to know.

  "Too long," he replied, his whisper harsh against my ear.

  Panting, I clutched at his thick, muscled arms. His fingers were driving me wild. One long digit penetrated me. The fingers of his other hand continued to strum my clit. I widened my thighs even more in an invitation for him to finger-fuck me like no one else ever had. "Rex! Ah!"

  Moaning, I rode his hands. His finger plunged in and out of my wet pussy. The fingers circling my clit moved a little faster now. He seemed to know just how to work my body. The last time I'd been fingered it had been a disappointing experience that ended with my date coming before he even had his pants off! But this? Oh, hell. Rex was rocking my world.

  "Say it," he urged, his voice so needy and raw. "Say it, Allie."

  At first, I wasn't sure what he wanted. Our gazes clashed in the rectangular mirror hanging over the entryway table. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the lust burning in his pale blue irises. I knew what he wanted. Gulping down my nerves, I begged, "Make me come, Daddy."

  A look of triumph crossed his face. His excitement infected me. It was so taboo, so very naughty, to beg my step-father to make me come but it felt so fucking good. My pussy creamed around his thick fingers. Panicky flutters wobbled low in my belly. Our gazes held in the mirror. Any second now…

  "Oh!" I cried out as the first wave of pleasure engulfed me. My fingers clenched his arms as I held onto him for support. My knees threatened to give as the ripples of sheer bliss radiated through me. "Rex! Rex!"

  "That's it, sweetheart. You come for Daddy."

  The growled words left me trembling and feverish. This was the wickedest, wildest experience of my life.

  And I wanted more.

  CHAPTER TWO

  When Rex pulled his fingers from my pussy, I was left aching and empty. I spun around to face him and instantly noticed his regretful expression. Without the haze of lust between us, he seemed to see the situation more clearly. I could only imagine what he was thinking.

  "Don't." I moved close enough that my small breasts touched his chest. My fingertips trailed along his jaw. Rising on tiptoes, I claimed his mouth. He was so much taller than me that I had to grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him down to meet my mouth. He resisted at first but I wasn't about to be swayed from my mission. I traced his lower lip with my tongue and then sucked it gently.

  A low groan escaped his throat before he finally let my tongue dart inside to swipe his. I kissed him long and hard and deep. He embraced and held me tight to his chest. I couldn't believe the difference in kissing him. I was used to the leaner, shorter, younger high school boys and, lately, college guys.

  Kissing Rex was a whole new world of awesomeness. He was all muscle and strength and confidence. Those big arms held me firmly. His hand traveled down to cup my bottom through my dress. I twirled my tongue around his. The slick sweetness of that sugary iced tea he seemed to always be drinking exploded on my taste buds.

  With a rough shove, I pushed him across the hall. He slammed into the wall and looked surprised by my aggressive move. A mischievous smile curved my lips as I crossed the short distance between us. My finger zig-zagged down his chest to his belt.

  I held his gaze as I unbuckled his belt and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his charcoal grey trousers. He visibly gulped when I started to push my hand into the gaping front of his pants.

  How long had it been since he'd had a woman's hands on him? He'd only dated a few times since my mother walked out on him, and he'd never brought a woman back to the house. There was that time he'd come sneaking in just before sunrise over the summer. Had that been his last roll in the hay?

  "My, my, my," I whispered teasingly and slid my hand into his pants. I grasped his thick shaft through the fabric of his boxers. "That's quite a weapon, Detective Carlisle."

  His lips twitched in an amused smirk. "Be careful handling it, sweetheart. It might go off unexpectedly."

  Now I was the one laughing. "I'll be very, very careful, Detective."

  I knelt at his feet and pushed the tails of his shirt out of the way. He gathered them in one big hand and held them up so I could work my magic. I tugged down the front of his boxers. His fat cock sprang free. My lips parted in surprise at the massive tool revealed to me. I'd had my fair share of sexual experiences but I'd never seen a dick like this. "Holy shit, Rex! You're huge."

  He snorted with amusement. "Boy, you really know what men like to hear."

  I shook my head. "I'm not just saying it to flatter you, Rex. You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen."

  He cupped my chin and forced my gaze toward his face. "And just how many cocks have you seen?"

  I shrugged. "A few."

  "A few?"

  "Six," I answered honestly. "But only two of them were lucky enough to fuck me."

  "Oh, very discerning, I see." He used that sarcastic streak of his to zing me.

  I shot him a haughty look. "With all the offers that I get? Hell yes!"

  I distracted him before he could press me on just how many men had tried to get into my panties. I stroked his shaft with one hand and pushed his boxers down and out of the way. His plump sac beckoned. I palmed his balls, then rolled them between my fingers. I gave his sac a playful squeeze. His low moan told me I was doing something he liked.

  I licked my lips, getting them all nice and wet, before flicking my tongue around the crown of his cock. I gently sucked the tip of him like I would a lollipop and fluttered my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cockhead. He groaned softly and put his palms against the wall behind him. I playfully nibbled his dick and stroked his thick, throbbing shaft.

  Little drops of pre-cum started to ooze from the slit of his cock. I gathered them up
with a swipe of my tongue. My pussy clenched as excitement rocked me. He was rock-hard and so fucking turned-on by me. Flattering? Hell yes!

  I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to blow him. I worked just the top third or so of his dick at first. My hands continued to stroke his shaft and fondle his balls. When I gave head, I tried to do my very best. I wanted to be remembered for my cock-sucking skills, not forgotten before the night's end.

  Rex responded to my enthusiasm. He sifted his long fingers through my loose hair and gazed down at me with a mix of wonder and lust burning in his eyes. I held his gaze as I bobbed up and down on his dick. His jaw visibly tightened as he tried to hold back the building need to come.

  "That's it, sweetheart," he crooned softly. "Suck Daddy's cock."

  It shouldn’t have turned me on so much but it did. The dirty words just made our illicit tryst all the more taboo. Exhilaration fluttered in my lower belly. My clit ached as I sucked Rex's cock, taking him deeper with every downward stroke of my mouth.

  His fingers slid through my hair to cup the back of my neck. When I felt the first subtle pressure, I glanced up at him. His eyes were smoky with desire. Wanting to give him the best blow job experience of his life, I happily let him take control. I started to place my hands on his thighs but he shook his head. "Behind your back."

  He'd whispered the words in a slightly harsh but oh-so-needy tone. I couldn’t help but wonder if it played into some kind of fantasy. Maybe it was a police officer thing? With my hands behind my back, I felt like a handcuffed prisoner. Was that it? Did Rex have a naughty prisoner thing?

  He pumped his hips and started to fuck my mouth with shallow thrusts. I relaxed my jaw and welcomed his big tool. He started to pick up the pace, and his cock shoved deeper and harder into my mouth. I shivered with anticipation. My pussy dripped as arousal overwhelmed me. If I hadn't been told to keep my hands behind my back, I would have reached down to play with my cunt.

  "So fucking good," he murmured. "That's it, sweetheart. You take Daddy's cock deep in your throat."