In Hot Pursuit

“Seems to me you were right on target.”

She shrugged a careless shoulder and waved an airy hand, gestures that loosely conveyed consent to his words. Josh wondered if she always spoke so eloquently with her body. Her sequins danced and winked, giving her the illusion of perpetual motion.

“Maybe you’re right,” she admitted, treating him to an obvious once-over. “I just hope the reward proves to be as much fun as the chase.”

Name the place, honey. The temperature between them soared a few more degrees.

The woman was a firecracker.

Josh’s smuggling investigation faded into the background for one perilous moment. His work suddenly seemed as distant as the zebra-printed walls and the pulsing Latin music. This tiny woman had a bigger presence than salsa or smugglers.

But Josh wouldn’t allow himself to lose focus.

Before he could respond, the woman offered a cheeky grin and a formal handshake.

“I’m Lexi Mansfield.”

Josh suspected it would be dangerous to touch her, but how could he ignore such an innocuous overture? Hesitating only briefly, he closed his fingers around Lexi’s long, jeweled fingers.

“Josh Winger, at your service.”

She squeezed his hand back, her grip surprisingly strong for such a little thing.

“I certainly hope so, Mr. Winger.”

Distracted by the wicked twinkle in her brown eyes and the exotic scent of her, Josh didn’t notice the handcuffs until cold metal clamped around his wrist.

With a deft click of the mechanism worthy of a veteran vice detective, Josh’s stalker chained herself to him.

So much for his skills as an undercover cop.

He was about to be brought low by a kinky dominatrix with killer cleavage and a lethal attitude. Lexi Mansfield had just blown his cover—and fueled all his fantasies—by handcuffing him into a naughty scenario guaranteed to attract attention.

2

LEXI’S SENSE OF ADVENTURE fled when Josh stared back at her with hard, cold eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?” He jerked the handcuffs enough to pull her forward slightly.

Luckily, her sense of indignation helped her stand her ground. “No rough stuff, mister.” She held up her end of the handcuffs and jangled the links between them. “I’m at the other end of these, remember.”

He looked like she’d just sentenced him to twenty-to-life. What was the big deal? She’d hauled at least ten other people to the jail cell tonight, and nobody else had caused such a fuss. If anything, they’d been more interested in giving Lexi the cold shoulder than worrying about their jail time.

Josh Winger angled his big body between her and the dance floor, shielding their conversation from any wayward eyes. “What I want to know is why I’m on this end.” He hissed the words between clenched teeth. “You got some kind of fetish?”

Lexi blinked up at him, realizing the man seemed to have no clue what fund-raiser he’d bought a ticket for tonight.

“No, Mr. Winger, I don’t. I happen to be the jail mistress for the Buy a Celebrity’s Freedom event tonight. Care to come with me quietly?”

He stared at her for an interminable moment, weighing her words and sizing up her person. Lexi resisted the urge to stand up straighter. She’d followed this man because she wanted to meet him, maybe lure him into a one-night stand to somehow soothe her stinging self-esteem.

Now, she realized she’d obviously forgotten how to flirt. Josh Winger remained oblivious to all her best provocation.

Finally, his gaze returned to hers, his gray eyes seeing too deeply inside her. “I can’t guarantee I’ll come with you quietly, Lexi—” Was it her imagination, or did the phrase take on new meaning when it fell from his lips? “I think it depends on just how far you want to go.”

A wave of heat took a slow ride over her flesh, awakening every last nerve ending to the draw of the stud sporting one earring. His words melted the backbone she’d fought hard for all night, leaving her swaying on her high heels, and suddenly more than a little wary.

“Um.” She fought her way out of the sensual fog to concentrate on her answer. Forget flirting. This man could out-flirt her with his hands—well, handcuffed. She’d be lucky to deposit him in the jail cell without spontaneously combusting first. “I just need to put you in the cell over there.”

She pointed toward the edge of the dance floor—anything to distract him so she could pull herself together. Maybe she’d think more clearly when they weren’t handcuffed. Then she could decide whether she wanted to proceed with her plan to test out her personal magnetism.

Josh’s gaze didn’t follow her finger. Instead, he kept his focus directly on her.

Her sequins tread dangerously close to his dinner jacket with each breath she took. The heat of his body penetrated her lightweight gown, giving her the sense they’d already touched somehow.

What would it be like to spend a night with a man like this? Would she dare?

“Do you know who I am, Lexi?”

Too sexy for his own good?

“No.”

“I’m a police detective. Tenth precinct. It’s usually me who locks the people behind bars, so you caught me a little off guard here tonight.”

She nodded, trying to make sense of his words. “I’m sure many of tonight’s partygoers will vie to spring you from captivity, Detective. You won’t have to sit behind bars for very long.” Lexi had no doubt this man would start a catfight as women lined up to ransom him. She’d told herself that had been a small facet of her reason for pursuing him.

He shook his head, causing a lock of hair to fall forward on his forehead, making her hand itch to smooth it.

“You don’t understand. I’m not going into the jail cell.”

Lexi straightened. “You have to. Party rules.”

She saw a flash of frustration in his eyes, followed by something hotter and more complex.

He reached for her with his free hand, his fingers settling on the bare skin of her arm. His touch was light but scorching, trailing down her shoulder to pause a hair’s breadth from her breast.

Lexi didn’t breath for fear she’d close the gap.

He leaned fractionally closer. “I’m a cop, you know. I have some experience with these.” He jangled the handcuffs that bound them together.

The image that brought to mind was definitely X-rated. Surely she misunderstood. “Are you saying you know how to escape?”

He blinked slowly, a smile twitching his lips. “Is that what you think I’m saying?”

She had to take a breath or else she’d start hyper-ventilating. She gulped in smoke-filled air, her expanding chest promptly brushing along the heel of Josh’s hand. Her skin tightened, her breasts puckered in immediate response. Thankfully, her sequins and her starchy strapless bra kept her reactions well hidden.

“I think you’d better explain yourself so we don’t misunderstand each other,” she managed to say.

He leaned so close that his rough cheek grazed her smooth skin; his lips hovered beside her ear. Other than that, his body didn’t touch hers, merely stood at the ready if she wanted to reach out and test those hard masculine planes.

“I’m suggesting we ditch this shindig and explore the possibilities of being chained together in a more private setting.”

Her knees liquefied. Her blood simmered at his words. She had thought if a man paid attention to her tonight it would soothe the wound to her spirit.

She’d been wrong.

Nothing about Josh’s provocative proposal soothed her. She’d never been more on edge, more restless, in her life.

He backed up an inch as if to gauge her reaction. His gray eyes locked on her, his face lit by a blue strobe light from the dance floor.

“I can’t leave now.” Oh, how she wanted to. She’d never been propositioned with anything remotely close to this. If she didn’t have any personal magnetism, this man was doing a damn good job of making her feel like she did. An electric charge zinged between them—major sexual attraction.

“Why not?”

She struggled to remember why not. “I have a commitment to the Shelter the Homeless organization.” If she didn’t do her job to raise money for them, who would? The rest of the partygoers seemed too busy gossiping about her to be of any help.

He peered back at her, silently informing her that her answer hadn’t told him what he wanted to know.

Nervousness seized her. She rocked back and forth on her heels to burn off the excess energy pinging through her body. “In fact, I’ve left the jail cell empty for far too long. If I don’t start filling it with prisoners, we’ll never raise enough money for the homeless.”

When he didn’t move, she tugged lightly on his handcuffs. “So, would you mind?”

His jaw flexed and tightened.

Lexi suspected major teeth clenching took place to warrant such intricate muscle play. Even the diamond stud in his ear shifted in response.

She wondered what it would be like to smooth her fingers over the jaw, trail her tongue over the fiery white diamond.

“No.” His terse answer called her from her fantasies.

Irritation replaced a small fraction of the lust frazzling her nerves. “What do you mean, no? You bought a ticket to this event, mister, you can damn well participate in the charitable aspect of the party.”

Was Detective Winger one of those guys who never opened his wallet for anything but his own entertainment?

“That’s not it. I—”

Before he had a chance to finish his thought, a clipboard nudged between them, followed by a polo shirt decorated with a charity name tag. Event organizer Wendy Garret grinned up at Josh, eyes filled with feminine admiration, and inserted herself in their conversation. A thirty-something political activist with long ties to tonight’s charity, Wendy had begged Lexi to champion the event in her column.

“I see you’ve found your next jailbird, Lex. Good work.” The event coordinator’s eyes never left Josh.

Lexi managed a smile, struggling to shake off the peculiar feelings Josh had inspired. “Yes, I was just going to lock him up.”

Wendy handed Lexi an extra set of cuffs. “Give him to me, and you go find our next victim. We need to turn things over a little faster tonight if we want to meet our goals.”

Josh glared at them both. “Look, I’m no celebrity. No one is going to pay ransom for a guy like me.”

Lexi clicked off her end of Josh’s cuffs and handed them to Wendy. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be that simple to oust Josh from her thoughts, however. She’d be thinking about his offer for a long time to come.

“You sorely underestimate yourself,” Lexi muttered under her breath. Already, she was debating springing him from that cell herself so they could go back to the fascinating conversation they’d been having about the merits of being locked together.

In those moments with Josh, it hadn’t mattered what the rest of the world thought about her. She’d only been able to think about him.

Wendy was already steering Josh toward the stage, a pink blush on her scrubbed cheeks. “Celebrity status doesn’t matter. The women bid like crazy on the men. They’re much more competitive about this. It’s great for us.”

Lexi watched them go, telling herself she would not sympathize with a man who wouldn’t play his role to help charity. Still, she lingered there, staring at Josh’s squared shoulders as he stalked toward the jail cell.

Who was she kidding? She’d gladly chain herself to Josh Winger, Scrooge or not.

He’d made it clear he wanted her, something no other man had ever managed to articulate. Sure, she could tick off a couple of one-night stands she’d indulged in, just to experience sex for herself. But she’d been the aggressor then, and she’d run like an Olympic sprinter the morning after, to be sure those men never saw her again.

This man wanted her.

Too bad she’d only had to handcuff him to secure the admission.

Ignoring the ego-deflating realization, Lexi now found it easy to shut out the gossip-filled club.

She knew her sexy quarry would be long gone by the time she finished her stint as jailer tonight, and oddly, that knowledge stung more than the shredding of her reputation.

IMPRISONED by a five-foot dominatrix—a hell of a way to start undercover police work.

Of course, this job was no longer undercover. All of New York’s fashion bigwigs would know him on sight after tonight.

Josh gnashed his teeth a few more times for good measure, knowing he’d blow a gasket if he didn’t get out of the jail cell soon. Who would have thought he’d be staring out from the wrong side of prison bars tonight?

No doubt it would probably help his chances of escape if he smiled at some of the coiffed and manicured socialites who peered into his cage, but he was too angry with himself to work up the energy.

He should have just told Lexi Mansfield he wished to remain anonymous, instead of whispering seductive suggestions in her ear to distract her from her purpose. He’d been the one who ended up preoccupied, while she had remained committed to her charitable cause. What had he been thinking of, to proposition her when he had work to do?

Josh wasn’t the type of guy who allowed himself to get distracted. The one time he’d lost focus on a job had resulted in a death he’d regret the rest of his days and a scandal that rocked the city. Josh knew better now.

He ran his life with rigid control. He made choices with careful deliberation. And he sure as hell didn’t spend his Saturday nights behind bars.

Damn.

Glaring out into the crowd, he searched for Lexi. She’d already brought four other “prisoners” to jail, all of whom had been released. Josh had inadvertently scared off all the women who’d been interested in ransoming him, probably because he’d been snarling in his frustration at blowing his objectives tonight.

The only person who didn’t seem intimidated by his scowl was Lexi. The feisty jail keeper made sure to send him a wink every time she delivered a new hostage to captivity, unruffled by Josh’s surly mien.

He caught sight of her sashaying his way again, this time with a guy big enough to be a linebacker in tow. The strobe lights flashed over the silver handcuffs between them, a winking reminder that Lexi had probably flirted her way into bondage with half the men in the bar tonight.

The thought made him gnash his teeth all over again. Why should he give a rip that Lexi liked playing love-slave games?

She reached the cell door and inserted an oversize key into the padlock. “Still here, Detective?” she called, quirking a brow in his direction. “You could have raised a small fortune for us with that sexy bod of yours if you hadn’t glowered at every woman who dared to look at you,” she chided. “Want me to send you over another whiskey to help loosen you up?”

She waved her new prisoner into the cell and removed the guy’s cuffs.

Josh fought the urge to throttle the big lug. Why did he have to stand half an inch from Lexi? “The whiskey isn’t what I need.”

The linebacker folded his arms over his chest and frowned down at their jailer. “I thought you told me you didn’t talk to the captives, Lex. How come you talk to this guy?”

That caught Josh’s attention. Did Lexi treat the other male captives differently than she’d treated him? Maybe he didn’t feel so throttle-happy, after all.

Lexi looked sheepish for all of an instant, casting a wary glance at Josh before she answered. “Your wife would call me out if I so much as breathed the same air as you, Alec, and you know it. New brides can be very protective.”

The linebacker grinned the goofy guy-in-love grin Josh had seen on his partner’s face too many times the past month. “Shoot, Lexi, Nina likes you just fine.”

Lexi twirled the handcuffs around her finger, watching the silver rings spin under the flashes of colored light. Did the woman ever sit still? She was a riot of nervous energy even when her feet stopped moving. Maybe that’s why Josh couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her and her sequins tonight.

Yeah, right.

On instinct, Josh reached out and snatched the handcuffs off her finger, halting her motion for a moment. Lexi’s startled gaze moved over him, her mouth forming a surprised “O” with her lips.

Josh had an image of her in his bed, her body still beneath him in the moment before a climax hit her. She would look just like this.

Too soon, she resumed her flurry of movement, yanking her handcuffs back and spinning on one high heel.

“I’ll thank you not to steal those, Mr. High-and-Mighty Detective.” She stuck her tongue out at him as she secured the lock on the cell door. “You’ll have to find your own handcuffs to play with.”

The sight of that small, pink tongue would torment him the rest of the night. “But where will I find my own captive?” Josh could hear Alec the linebacker chuckling in the background.

Lexi flipped her hands out, palms up, in an exaggerated shrug. “Since you blew your chances with all the ladies here tonight, it looks like you’re stuck being my prisoner.”

He crooked his finger at her, beckoning her closer.

She hesitated for a moment, then boldly stepped forward. Josh had the feeling this woman wouldn’t back down easily.

She waited just outside the cell bars, her black sequins close enough to touch. She tapped her foot on the dark commercial carpet, unable to stand still for a minute.

Josh reached one finger through the bars to trail down her bare arm. He watched, fascinated, as a path of chill bumps appeared in his wake.

“I don’t mind being your prisoner, honey, but couldn’t we play this out somewhere else? Like your place, maybe?” He kept his voice low enough that only she could hear. What did it matter if he let himself get a little distracted by Lexi now? He sure as hell wasn’t going to gain anything for his investigation from inside this cell.

Maybe she thought about it. She stilled for a moment and watched him with a predatory interest that made him want to rattle the damn cage.

Then she folded her arms over her chest and stepped back. “Sorry, I don’t fraternize with the inmates. Especially not the ones who refuse to play the game.”

“Lex, I’m ready to play whatever games you have in mind.”

He couldn’t be sure in the dim light, but he thought he actually made her blush.

“I don’t need you to play those kinds of games, wise guy. I needed you to turn that sexy charm on any one of the umpteen hot and bothered ladies who filed past your cell tonight. You couldn’t have done your part to help the homeless?”

Words escaped him. She looked seriously offended.

“Sorry, Lexi.” He couldn’t exactly explain to her his reasons. At least, not now. How had the dominatrix gone from turning him on, to making him feel like the world’s biggest heel in ten seconds flat? “Let me ransom myself to make up for it, and I’ll buy you a drink.”

She frowned. “Too many drinks made me cuff you in the first place. Why don’t you just cool your heels for a little longer and maybe I’ll ransom you, if you can remember not to snarl at anyone else.”

He smoothed his tie and straightened his lapels. “I’m working for time off with good behavior, honey, and I’ll pay you back for your trouble.”

A ghost of a smile played around her lips. Josh found himself eager to see that saucy grin again.

“I’ll be sure to collect, Winger.”

She sauntered off with a definite swing to her sequined hips.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one who noticed, because his cell mate emitted a long, low whistle.

Josh bristled. “The wiggle was meant for my eyes, Jack.”

The linebacker shook his head, grinning. “It’s Alec. And sorry, man, but I’m not blind.”

“Don’t you have a wife around here somewhere?” Josh wondered if he could keep his word about not snarling.

“Yep. She’s probably too busy dishing about Lexi to come bust me out of here, though.”

Josh frowned. “What do you mean?” Lexi might be a little flirtatious, but she didn’t exactly seem like the home-wrecking type.

“You know, all that garbage they said about Lex in her magazine today. The women can’t get enough of it.” Alec shrugged his big shoulders and pulled a face.

Protective instincts roared to life. “A magazine article about Lexi?” Josh knew how it felt to have his personal life splashed all over the headlines—most of it untrue. Had Lexi been subjected to that?

“She’s not your girl?”

“Not yet.” The words sprang forth before Josh had the chance to consciously form them. He definitely wasn’t in the market for a relationship. Then again, he couldn’t picture not seeing Lexi again. “But we seem to have…hit it off.”

“You know that fashion magazine she reviews for?” Alec slumped against the cell bars.

Josh didn’t, but he nodded. He didn’t want to seem like some joker hitting on Lexi without knowing a damn thing about her.

“Well, the magazine ran a letter to the editor today that trashed Lexi’s column and suggested she’s out of date, out of style, whatever.” Alec shook his head. “A bunch of catfight-type stuff. The women are gossiping about it a mile a minute, all gunning for Lexi. It’s all I’ve heard all damn night.”

“Catfight stuff—but not anything serious, right?” The cop in him snapped to alert as Josh realized he might be in over his head in the fashion world. The waters were murky for him, and now that his partner and his socialite fiancée were taking off for a motorcycle trip this weekend, Josh would be losing his only insider information for a few days.

“Nah. The woman who wrote the letter isn’t even here tonight. Besides, this isn’t exactly the sort of crowd to take potshots in a dark alley. They do their mud-slinging right in the public eye.”

Before Josh could thank the man, Alec sprang to his feet and smoothed his hair back, his gaze focused outside the cage.

Josh turned to see a scowling blonde barreling toward them, her snappy walk at odds with her elegant white gown. No doubt, Nina had arrived.

Josh mulled over Alec’s words as the man’s wife ransomed him and the couple left together. As the crowd in the bar thinned out and the dance floor began to clear, Josh wondered if Lexi had attended the fund-raiser with anyone or was here by herself.

Like it or not, he wouldn’t allow her to leave the bar by herself. No matter what Alec said about the fashion world slinging their mud in public, Josh didn’t like the idea of Lexi being the target of mean-spirited comments. No telling when professional jealousy could get out of hand.

An image of Tonya Harding flashed through his mind, along with the Texas cheerleader’s mom. Lexi could be at risk, for all he knew.

He’d just make sure she got home okay, then he would leave.

Unless, of course, he could lure out the other side of Lexi—the sequined spitfire who had handcuffed him earlier.

Josh had the feeling that if he tangled with her again, he wouldn’t leave until they’d uncovered every erotic possibility of handcuffs.

3

SHE COULDN’T put it off any longer.

Last call had come and gone. Wendy sat at the bar, reviewing the final bill with the property manager. The house lights would probably switch on at any moment.

Lexi had to free her last captive.

Her gaze skittered over to the jail cell where Detective Winger sat on the cage’s lone bench. His jacket was draped over the seat beside him, his white shirt stretching over shoulders that delineated mouth-watering muscles. His elbows were propped on his knees, and his silver-gray tie fell forward, the knot loosened long ago.

Lexi didn’t need to see his eyes to know the tie matched their color. She’d caught his hungry stare enough times tonight to remember the precise shade.

Squeezing the key to the cell padlock in her fist, she debated her approach. She’d flirted outrageously with Josh all night. Did he expect to cash in on that flirtation? Or would he flag a cab and disappear?