Eyeing the mangled box, she stepped away from the door to examine the damage. "It’s not the box that concerns me, but the contents." Selena gently took the package from his hands and started toward the living room.

"Ma’am, I need you to sign for the parcel."

She turned and eyed him as he held a clipboard out for her. "Do you mind if I check for damage first?"

He shook his head. "Not at all."
"Good. Why don’t you come in while I make sure nothing is broken?" Selena walked through the open door without waiting for his reply. She’d be damned if she was going to sign off on over a hundred dollars worth of toys if they were broken.

She set the package down on the coffee table and pulled the top flaps of the box apart to reveal the contents. There, amid a few bits of packing foam, lay her weekend entertainment. All six of them.

Elisa glanced across the console at the officer driving the cruiser. She’d never been attracted to cops, but there was something about him. Maybe it was the uniform that had her panties damp.

If she hadn’t been trying to get a good inside view for the article she was writing about traffic cops and local crime, she wouldn’t even be in the car with him. A simple phone call to the chief, her signature on a form and she’d been paired with a captain on the force for her research.

She’d lost count of how many times in the past four hours she’d let her gaze roam his features. Though he wasn’t ruggedly handsome, something about him still had her insides jumping. His closely cropped hair was a bit thin on top, but not excessively so for a man in his early forties. His nose was a little on the large side, but it made her wonder what it would feel like bumping against her clit while he fucked her pussy with his tongue.