Caught in Her Own Web: Daisy's Dumb Plan Meets Officer Rebel's Grip

Daisy Fox thought she was slick. Slipping a designer top off the rack at the corner store seemed like genius—a quick grab before anyone noticed her flushed cheeks or desperate eyes. But Officer Nicky Rebel wasn't looking for subtle; he saw everything. His gaze locked onto her clumsy attempt to conceal the garment just as his hand shot out to clamp down on her wrist. With a firm tug that made Daisy stumble against him in a breathless heap of defiance and surprise, Nicky didn't let go. He marched her straight back to his dimly lit office—the scent of old paper mingling with his crisp uniform cologne. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, the pretense shattered. Daisy looked up at him, a mixture of fear and thrilling anticipation sparking between brows. "You saw right through me," she manages, breathlessly. Nicky leans down, his jaw tight, trapping her beneath him. "Darling," he rumbles, his voice dropping low enough to vibrate through her core, "you haven't seen anything yet." His fingers rake possessively over the curve of her hip, pulling her flush against his rigid arousal. This isn't about fines anymore; this is about making sure every inch of that stolen lingerie gets thoroughly investigated.