Steamy Excerpt – Teaching Officer Lonesome by Kaylie Newell

A sexy cop with a broken heart is about to be taught a lesson.

Hope Marlow is a twenty-two-year-old seasoned vet when it comes to steamy one-night stands. Hope has had a hard life. From the wrong side of the tracks and abandoned by her mother, she finds herself trying to raise her little sister on a salary that barely pays the bills each month. She's tough, jaded, but when she's pulled over one sweltering summer afternoon for not using her turn signal, she meets her match in a sexually inexperienced cop twice her age.

The day Jack Malone stopped Hope is one he can't forget. It's more than the way she looked in the miniskirt and hot pink tank top, it's her confidence that keeps coming back to haunt him. But Jack is still reeling from his wife's death a year ago, and Hope represents things he thinks he can't have with a woman—passion and a new beginning. Plus, there's the fact that she's practically half his age.

Hope sees things differently. The age difference doesn't bother her, but while Jack craves an emotional connection, Hope has no interest in that. She's an expert at pushing her emotions aside, and she knows that if Jack would let her, she could teach him how fulfilling lust alone can be. With that in mind, she sets out to seduce the sexy cop.

It's only during their first night of passion that they both discover how much they've been missing.

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and some explicit language


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Hope smiled, ignoring the butterflies that were bumping around in her lower belly. She knew how to seduce a man, but he was different. She wanted him, really wanted him, and didn't want to screw it up. She also hadn't wanted to give him a chance to pull the friendship crap again. And getting completely naked seemed like the safest course of action against that particular scenario.

She licked her lips, never taking her eyes off his. "What's the matter? Don't like what you see?"

He took a step back, visibly shocked. His dark brown eyes fell to her hips and the area between her legs, before coming up to her breasts. She warmed all over. It was as if he were touching her there instead of just looking.

Finally, he shook his head and locked eyes with hers. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm trying to get in your pants," she said matter-of-factly.

"I can see that. I thought I made myself clear the other night."

"Yes, I know. You said you want to be friends. But that's a load of shit. You know it and I know it."

He colored. "I know that a little girl like you is going to get yourself into a lot of trouble one of these days. This kind of thing…" He motioned toward her general nakedness. "…is going to get you hurt. Do you come on to a lot of men like this?"

"No." She shook her head. "Just you." She was being honest. This was a rash new tact.

Taking another step back, he had to hop a little to avoid the scattered flowers. "Is this why you invited me over? It's not your birthday?"

"It is my birthday. I did fib a little though. I'm not having a party." She stuck her bottom lip out in her best sultry pout. She was pulling out the big guns now and he still hadn't laid so much as a finger on her. The sliver of doubt from the other night needled its way into her subconscious. You're white trash, Hope. He doesn't want you.

He was running out of room. Backing up to the north wall of the trailer, he began inching his way around the couch. "Why me?" He looked down at her body again, even though she could tell he was trying not to. "You could have any guy you wanted."

She took a step toward him, running a slow hand over one hip. She didn't care if he meant one word of what he just said. It was the nicest thing she'd ever heard.

"I want you."

"Why?" he asked. She reached out and he caught her wrists. "Why, Hope?"

She was closer now, but he held her at arm's length. She searched his face, liking the soft, expressive crinkles that radiated from the corners of his eyes. Liking the way his jaw was darkened by the promise of stubble. Liking his clean, fresh scent. But most of all, liking the way his skin felt against hers.

"Because. You're lonely."

He watched her, his expression unreadable. Despite his grip around her wrists, she moved forward, so close she could feel the heat of his chest against hers.

"And so am I," she said.

Tilting her head back, she arched her back, pressing against him at last. He was hard, like she knew he would be. His t-shirt slid against her bare breasts, her nipples tightening at the feel. His posture was rigid, aloof, and her throat began to ache along with the rest of her body. If he rejected her again, she didn't know if she'd be able to take it.

"Please." She tilted her head even further, her long curls tickling the skin on her lower back. She imagined him wrapping his hands in them and telling her more of the things she was surprised she wanted to hear. He was a nice man. A strong, sexy, capable man. And he was good. To the core. But was she good enough for him? It looked like the jury was still out on that one.

His hold on her wrists gradually loosened, until he let go, his hands dropping to his sides. She recognized the look in his eyes—hunger, longing, pain. And for a second, Hope felt something so powerful it scared her, before she ended up pushing it down again to go blessedly numb. The way she preferred it. The only way she really knew how to be.

"I can't," he said.

But he didn't push her away. And that was enough.

Very slowly, she reached up and snaked her arms around his neck, pressing herself into him, feeling the firm ridges of his body through his clothes. "I know," she said, standing on her tiptoes to lay a kiss on his neck. "So I'm going to."

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