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Chapter 1: Finn (Book 1)

Another day at Edgewood Police Station and all I could see on my desk was a bunch of reports to type up. I was procrastinating, taking my sweet time at the photocopier. I listened as the paper shuffled in and out of the copier and the light flickered.
A couple of reports were connected to the local motorcycle gangs, and Officer Hardy had me typing them up and creating the new files. I seemed to be creating a lot of them lately. New gang members with new charges we'd never seen. A lot of them were bogus. Basically, they were trying to wear down the gang networks and dismantle them with petty charges.
I sighed as I shifted my hair from my shoulders and walked back to my desk. I looked around. Only Sheriff Malone and the deputy were in the office; the others had been called out on duty.
Officer Malone wasn't doing shit, just reading the paper and sipping his coffee like he always did in the afternoon. Deputy Shaw was on the phone, no doubt talking to his bum-ass girlfriend that usually came around at lunchtime to join him.
I rolled my eyes as I pulled a Snickers bar out from my desk. I was looking forward to a boring night, but that quickly shifted as the double doors swung open and pure masculine energy walked in—wearing handcuffs.
Finn. An electricity short-circuited right through my body, making me press forward in my seat as the breeze blew in from outside.
He'd filled out nicely since high school. I looked up through my lashes at him as his broody chocolate eyes met mine with a sparkle.
"Get in here. We're going to drop you off, Finn," Officer Peters said. I shook my head. Officer Peters was fresh out of the police academy and throwing around his weight. The problem was the sheriff got a kick out of it and it aided his biker agenda.
Finn wrestled and swung his arms from side to side in front of Officer Peters, literally flinging him left to right. The hulk of a man stood well over six feet. A mountain man with dirty blond locks tied back and a V-cut shirt that emphasized his heavily tattooed body.
The muscles of his chest were clear. I could see the separation. I eyed him with lust. Sweet baby Jesus. I wondered if he remembered me from high school.
The lower half was just as appealing as the top half. His buns were tight as I watched him being walked to the cell. He was wearing olive green cargos, and I knew those legs would put anyone between them in a vise grip. I felt my whole body start to tingle with lust for this man.
I thought back to that time when I'd caught him watching me get dressed in the locker room. I'd often wondered how long he'd been there. Had he seen me in the shower, or drying off afterward? And if he did, was he pleased with what he saw? Did he jerk off to thoughts of me that night?
My mind brought me back to the present as Officer Peters wrangled with Finn. He looked like a weird wimpy puppy dog next to the biker. I smothered a grin as I watched him shake from Finn's presence.
"Officer Malone, are we putting him in the holding cell?" Officer Peters called out as Margaret and Billy nodded hello at me. I flashed back a half-smile. I didn't care for either of them. They were like little meek muppets to me. Probably why they hadn't progressed to a bigger police department.
Officer Malone's newspaper ruffled together as he put it down on his desk and looked up.
"Yes, put him in the holding cell for now. What's the charge?" The two officers stood next to Officer Peters as he took the cuffs off, pushing him into the dark, dingy cell.
Finn barked, "There are no charges. They don't have anything on me. Not a single fucking thing and you know it, Officer Peters." He sneered at all of them through the bars as he sat down.
"Ah, pipe down, Finn. We know you and your guys were up to something. You're causing hell for the police department. Fucking bikers. What happened to cars anyway?" Officer Malone cursed as a siren rang out in the department.
He made a circular motion in the air with his finger. "We got a call out, we need everyone on deck for this one. Chloe, hold down the fort. He'll be fine." He shifted his head to Finn as I watched both men and the woman jog out of the door.
A secret smile curled on my lips at the prospect of being alone with Finn. The holding cell usually only held people overnight, nothing serious, normally.
I pulled my paddle brush out of my top drawer and ran it through my hair. I grabbed my compact mirror, opening my mouth to see if I had anything stuck in my teeth. Satisfied that I didn't, I refreshed my blush and finished with lip gloss. That oughta do it.
I adjusted my top. I had enough cleavage to entice, and I was poured into my nice blue jeans that perked up my ass along with my favorite boots. One flick of the hair and I made my way over to the cell.
He was inked to the max, not a place on him that didn't have some type of tattoo. He was lying down in the cell with his hands tucked behind his head and his feet crossed. I wanted to lie down next to—better yet, on top of him.
"Yes? What can I do for you?" He was staring up at the ceiling and not looking at me.
"It's Chloe from Albuquerque High School. Remember?" I watched as Finn stretched out his feet and still didn't move.
"Hmm. I don't remember a Chloe, but I remember a few Tiffanys.”
I made a circle with my feet as I waited for him to notice me. "Okay, how about after gym class in freshman year when you peeped into the girls' locker room?"
He sat up suddenly, planting his feet onto the grimy cement floor, his arms tensed on either side of the cell bed so I could make out the definition in his triceps. He moved a stray lock behind his ear, smiling broadly.
"Oh yeah. Sorry about that. I was a bit of a bad boy back then. Guess not much has changed." His eyes cut through the cell, looking me up and down.
Now I had his attention, and the heat from his gaze was making me extremely horny.
"I see you turned out to be a stunning woman, just like you were back then," he growled in a gravelly tone that made me want to sink down to the ground at his feet.
He stood up to full height and came to the edge of the cell. I felt my heart race, but I didn't back away. "I know they can't keep you here. They're out on a call. They'll let you go when they get back."
He narrowed his gaze at me as he looked into the corner of the police station. He was searching for cameras. "Not so smart for you to come so close to the cell, huh? But I wonder what else you know."
I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms under my chest to push up my cleavage. "Depends on what you want to know, bad boy."
Before he could answer, I heard the front door bang open. The officers were back already. I straightened up fast, putting distance between myself and the cell.
"False alarm," Officer Malone grumbled, settling back into his chair. "Chloe, you can head out for the night. We'll deal with this one in the morning."
I grabbed my purse, stealing one last glance at Finn. He winked at me through the bars.
This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.