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  Knox Police Force

  The Complete Romance Series

  Hope Ford

  Contents

  The Recruit

  1. Jase

  2. Jase

  3. Jase

  4. Jase

  5. Jase

  6. Jase

  Epilogue

  Epilogue 2

  The Captain

  1. Jennifer

  2. Jennifer

  3. Lincoln

  4. Lincoln

  5. Jennifer

  6. Jennifer

  7. Jennifer

  8. Jennifer

  Epilogue

  In Love With The Agent

  1. Chrissy

  2. Chrissy

  3. Chrissy

  4. Lane

  5. Lane

  6. Chrissy

  Epilogue

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  Editor: Kasi Alexander

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  The Recruit

  1

  Jase

  Two weeks left of the Academy. Two weeks until I can claim her as mine. Standing in the front of the defensive tactics class, watching her demonstrate the moves, I can’t take my eyes off her. Her long blond hair is in a knot on the top of her head. Her blue eyes are sparkling and it’s obvious to everyone that she enjoys what she does. She’s explaining what is happening in class today and I can’t blink. I can’t take my eyes off of her for one second. She’s perfection. She’s fit, but has curves in all the right places. Her black tank top is tight against her large rounded breasts. Her curvy hips are encased in black leggings and as she starts the warmup I can’t stop the groan from my lips when she bends over to touch her toes. Damn, I’m not going to make it.

  I’ve always known that I wanted to be a police officer. My father was one and when I was only fourteen he was killed in the line of duty. My older brother and sister are both police officers. I would say it’s in our blood. Even when we were little, we played cops and robbers. For each of us, there was never any doubt what we would be when we grew up. I graduated high school and went straight into college. I got my associates degree in criminal justice. Once I graduated, I joined the Knox Police Force and they sent me here – Police Recruit Academy. I have a total of twelve weeks to complete the academy, and thankfully, I only have two weeks left.

  Because it’s getting harder and harder to just watch her now. I want to touch her. Sergeant Korie Matthews is my instructor and any relationship between the two of us is not allowed - right now, anyway. My plan is once I complete the training, I am going to make her mine.

  “Can I have a volunteer?” Her voice rings out and without even second-guessing it, I step forward. There’s no way I’m going to let one of these other yahoos take my place.

  “Okay, Recruit Johnson, thank you for volunteering. Today I’m going to show you handgun retention from the ground. Now the goal is not to be taken down; however, worst case scenario, it happens. Say you have your gun drawn and your assailant knocks you to the ground and attacks you while you are down. This is a defense technique we will be learning today.”

  She pulls her gun replica from her holster and lies backwards on the ground. While she’s talking, I look appreciatively at her body spread out for me.

  Taking her foot and kicking my leg, she gets my attention. “Recruit Jase, are you listening? Mount me.”

  My mouth falls open, but I don’t hesitate, I bend down and straddle her. She continues talking and I start counting down from one hundred. This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had. There’s no way I will be able to control myself straddling her with my legs encasing her thick thighs. My balls are resting at the sweet juncture of her legs. Her scent, like honeysuckles, is driving me mad. Realizing I can’t take much more, I try to lift off of her a little.

  “Okay, so first thing you want is to try and get leverage, so you plant your feet on the ground.” She moves her legs up to plant her feet and instantly I’m slid up a little to where I’m straddling her stomach. Which is good for me and I think maybe I can handle this until I look down and see the roundness of her breasts at the top of her shirt. Instantly, I think of my cock sliding between her two handfuls and my cock springs to action.

  “Grab on to the gun, Jase,” she orders me and I grab it. She’s staring up at me and I think I see desire in her eyes, but when she squeezes her eyes closed and opens them again, it’s gone.

  She clears her throat and addresses the class. “Now, your assailant is going to grab the gun and your main goal is to hold on to it. You can go either direction but by forcing your arms up and over, you are then forcing your assailant to lose balance and fall in the direction of the gun.”

  She raises her arms up over to the side of her head and, holding on to the gun, I topple over laying on top of her. Once she gets the gun free from my hands she acts as if she is going to put the butt of it against my head. She continues explaining to the class and then tells them to partner up and get into position. The class gets noisy as everyone starts talking and moving around.

  I raise myself so that I’m straddling her again and brush a stray hair off her face.

  “Recruit, you can get up now.”

  Korie

  I start to think that he is not going to get off me. I can feel his hardness pressing against my belly. I try to keep my facial expression plain. I can’t let him see what I’m feeling right now. Like I’m about to spontaneously combust underneath of him. My nipples are pebbled and as if he’s just noticing, his glance goes to my chest and his nostrils flare.

  Lifting myself up on my elbows, I say, “Recruit?”

  “Yes, Sergeant Matthews.” He lifts himself up and then reaches down to help me up, but I don’t take his hand. I can’t. Because I know that I can’t tempt fate.

  I’ve been a trainer for five years. A police officer for ten years before that. And since I’ve been doing this, I’ve run across a hundred men like Jase. He’s a new recruit. He’s cocky and self-assured. And he thinks that he can bang the instructor to get by. I do have to admit, though, in all these years, he’s been the hardest for me to resist.

  Not only is he handsome, but he is a natural. Everything he has been taught here it’s like he already knew it. I know his history. I know he comes from a family of police officers, sort of like myself. So he doesn’t really need to screw the instructor to get ahead. And even though he is self-assured, he is still willing to help the other recruits. He’s gone above and beyond to excel in the program. He will pass with flying colors. Those reasons, and the fact that he is handsome and self-assured, makes him hard to resist.

  There are only two weeks left in this program and then we will have new recruits. So two weeks to not give in to the desire, lust and longing that consumes me every time he is near. Watching the room and giving a few instructions, I can’t stop from glancing over at Jase. He’s partnered up with another recruit.

  He’s playing the officer this t
ime and another recruit, a skinny, brown-haired girl that follows him around, is playing the assailant. His black T-shirt is stretched tightly across his chest. His arms are big and he doesn’t even break a sweat as his ‘assailant’ tries to take his gun. I watch as she gyrates her hips on him and my fists clench at my side. When I look into his face, I gasp but can’t force myself to look away. Because he’s looking right at me and even from across the room, I can feel the heat from that gaze. He jerks the gun away from his assailant and shoves her gently to the ground and gets up… never taking his eyes off me.

  2

  Jase

  When class is over, I hang back. Once everyone is gone except for me and Sergeant Matthews, I walk up to her.

  Her eyes widen when she looks at me. “Recruit Johnson?”

  Her tongue comes out to wet her lower lip and I hold in my groan. She’s beautiful and all I want to do is tell her so.

  I step closer to her and her chest rises with a swift intake of breath. “Can I talk to you for a minute, Sergeant?”

  I’m almost pressed up against her. I’m pushing the limits of what is appropriate and I know I can lose my ass by hitting on an instructor. But I know that she will be worth it. Damn, she’s more than worth it.

  She takes a step back and her rear hits the corner of the desk. Her shoulders go back and I can tell she’s trying to get control of the situation.

  Her hand goes to my chest to hold me still. “What can I do for you?”

  I can’t help it, I smirk at her words. The images go through my head of exactly what I want her to do to me.

  I’ve wasted the last ten weeks, and I decide right then that I can’t drag this on for two more. I put my hand over hers on my chest and blurt out, “I would like to take you out.”

  Her eyes go from our hands to my eyes and then back to our hands. I can see the fast pace of her breathing and my resolve strengthens, knowing that I do in fact have an effect on her.

  She slides out from between me and the desk to stand on the other side, putting some distance between us.

  “I’m flattered, really I am. However, the fact remains that I am your instructor, never mind the fact that I’m fifteen years older than you. So I’m sorry, but I will have to decline your invitation.” Her eyes never leave mine and they are a darker blue now. Her response sounds so official. Almost like she’s practiced it in her head a hundred times before now. Oh, she knew I would be asking her out. You can’t have the heat that we do and not know something is going to come of it.

  I walk around the desk and stalk toward her. Her scent invades my nostrils and I take a deep breath, swearing that I can smell her arousal from here. I stop when I get right in front of her with her breasts plastered to my chest. I groan at the contact. “You are my instructor for two more weeks. And no disrespect, but you may be older than me but that doesn’t change the fact that I want you – to the point that all I think about is having you … under me, on top of me. However you want it, as long as you’re in my arms I don’t care.” When I finish, I am almost whispering in her ear. I feel the pull toward her and I think she feels it too. She is leaning toward me with her mouth agape.

  Her hands go up and wrap around my upper arms. Whether she plans to pull me toward her or push me away, I’m not sure, because once her hands touch me, she just holds on. “Uh, Johnson… This uh, is really not appropriate. I can’t date a student.”

  My hands go to the nape of her neck and pull her toward me. “I’ve wanted you since day one. If you want me to wait another two weeks, I can. I don’t want to, but I will. But just know – when that two weeks is up, you’re mine.” Leaning down, I put my lips to hers in the barest of kisses. I make sure to keep it simple because if her mouth opens under mine, I won’t be able to stop myself. But even with a small peck on her lips, I am consumed by her. I commit the taste of her, the smell of her to memory to hold on to. I told her two weeks, and I’m going to do my best to wait.

  Korie

  Holy hell! I grab the corner of the desk. My knuckles turn white from my tight hold. I watch him walk out the door and I have to stop myself from calling out his name. If I thought I was turned on before, he just upped it a few notches. I take a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves. I’ve never had anyone affect me the way he does. And what does he mean, in two weeks, I’m his? Even though his academy training will be up, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m fifteen years older than him. I’m not going to be known as a cougar. It’s fine when men date younger women, but why is it so looked down on when a woman does it? Shaking my head, I try to get my head wrapped around it all. I’m not going to become some laughingstock just for him to get his rocks off… no matter how hot he is.

  Thankfully, that was my last class of the day. I throw a few items into my bag, sling it over my shoulder and walk out the door.

  Flustered, I’m not even paying attention until I run into someone and they put their hands up to hold me steady. “I’m so sorry,” I gasp when I realize I just about took one of my colleagues off his feet. “Are you okay?”

  He steps closer to me and says, “I’m fine, Sergeant Matthews. I was actually on my way to see you.”

  Stepping back, I put my hand to my temple. “Oh yeah? Is there any way it can wait until…”

  “Sure, sure,” he interrupts me. “My day is full tomorrow but we really need to make a decision about the graduation ceremony. It is only two weeks away.”

  I look at him skeptically, but he has a look of innocence on his face. Craig is a colleague and we are on the graduation planning committee together. He usually suggests that we go out for drinks or dinner so I’m waiting to see where he goes with this.

  I start walking again and he has no option but to walk with me. “Craig, we do a graduation about every twelve weeks. I think we have it down pat at this point.”

  “Fine. If that’s how you feel, Korie, I can always talk to the director and give him my ideas.” I stop and look at him and see that he is serious. He still has an innocent look on his face, so maybe he has finally taken the hint.

  Opening the calendar on my phone, I shrug at him. “Okay, you got me. What time tomorrow?”

  He starts walking away and tells me, “I have appointments all day. How about the Italian restaurant across the street at six o’clock?”

  I huff at him. I knew it. “It’s not a date. We can just do it here in my office.”

  “You’ve put me off for weeks now. That’s the only time I have and I will need to eat.” He holds his hands out to try and show me he’s innocent. But I see the smirk on his face. “If you can’t make it, I really can just talk to the director about it.”

  He’s got me… and he knows it. “Fine, I’ll meet you at six tomorrow.”

  I stalk away from him and walk down the road to my house. I wish I had driven today. I only live a mile away and usually enjoy the walk, but today, I’m just ready to get home.

  3

  Jase

  I didn’t sleep for shit last night. All I could think about was Korie. So I woke up late. I grab my ringing phone on my way out the door, and walk across campus to get to my class.

  “Hey bro! What’s up?” I smile into the phone. It’s my big brother, Lincoln. He’s a captain at our local precinct. He’s been checking up on me pretty regularly the last few weeks. I don’t know what I would have done without him. When our dad died, Lincoln pretty much took over taking care of the family. Most moms wouldn’t know how to deal with having all of her children on the police force. My older sister is on the force too. But our mom handled it like a pro. She is something else.

  “Running late to class,” I tell him as I jog down the sidewalk.

  “Running late? That doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?” he asks, surprised.

  “I just didn’t sleep well. I had a lot on my mind, but I’m good. I got it all under control,” I assure him.

  He hesitates briefly, then asks, “You’re not out partying…”

  “R
eally? When have I ever partied? I’m good. I got this. I know better than to screw this up.” After I finally convince him that everything is fine, I hang up the phone. I wanted to tell him that I found the one, but I wasn’t ready to share Korie with anyone yet. Not because he wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t care about her age or her position as long as I’m happy. But I don’t want to screw this up and risk putting her in jeopardy.

  Walking down the hall to my class, I pass by Korie. She’s in a white blouse and a tight skirt that goes below her knees. She looks confident and reserved. She looks at me as she passes and I smile widely at her. She just shakes her head with a smirk on her face. I can’t resist turning and watching her walk away. Damn, the woman has me all messed up.

  By the afternoon, my lack of sleep is catching up with me and I know I need a pick-me-up. And I know just where to get it. Walking into my firearms class at the firing range, I perk up when I see that Korie is one of the three instructors today. She’s changed clothes and is now in a black T-shirt and black pants. Thank goodness. It would kill me if I had to watch her in that tight skirt during the whole class. I position myself to where I know I will be in her group. Each instructor takes a turn teaching a technique and when Korie spreads her legs shoulder length apart, raises her arms to eye level with the black steel in her hands, I about have to wipe my mouth with the drool coming out of it.