Possessive Policeman_An Older Man Younger Woman Romance
POSSESSIVE POLICEMAN
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 56
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Possessive Policeman
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
POSSESSIVE POLICEMAN
When my dad’s best friend, the hot cop, suddenly becomes a possessive, territorial, controlling, obsessive, borderline stalker there’s cause for concern.
And when I find out I’m this possessive protector’s obsession I’m not sure if I should run into his older man arms, or if this younger woman should take off in the other direction as fast as she can.
But when I discover this possessive policeman is obsessed with my safety and making me his I know I was smart to save my first time just for my police officer prince charming.
Will his possessiveness wear me out or turn out to be a blessing in disguise?
And will my dad give his best friend his blessing when my possessive cop decides it’s time to get down on his knee and ask to possess me forever?
*Possessive Policeman is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
CHAPTER 1
Julian
“Hit the lights,” I say. “Now dammit!”
Gooch, my beat partner shoots me a ‘WTF calm down buddy’ look.
“How many cups of coffee did you have this morning, Sarge?”
I reach across him and hit the switch myself. I grab the microphone.
“Pull over,” I say from the passenger seat.
“Are you okay, man?”
“I got this one,” I say as my door flies open.
“You know we never make a stop—“
“Alone!” I say and shoot him a look that lets him know he can keep his ass in the seat.
“License and registration,” I say in a voice that would send shivers up the spine of even the most hardened of criminals.
The girl in the driver’s seat fumbles with her keys and reaches for the glove box. She pulls it open and god knows what all spills out onto the other girl in the passenger seats knees before falling to the floor mat.
“Just one second, officer,” she says. “I’m really sorry.”
The girl in the passenger seat looks up. I point to the floor letting her know she can get to work anytime helping her friend pick through the mess of papers on the floor and give me the documents I asked for.
“Let’s go, girls,” I say. My patience is wearing thin.
The driver finds the documents and hands them to me.
“Mr. Armstrong?” she asks.
“Officer Armstrong. What are you doing out this late Ms. Adams?”
Her mouth hangs open in awe. “It’s…Um…I mean it’s…9:17. It’s not late.”
“It’s over half an hour after sunset. You need to be in your apartment studying.”
“It’s summer. Classes don’t start until tomorrow.”
“You already bought your books for the summer semester?”
“Um…yeah.”
“Go home right now and put your nose in them.”
I hand her her registration and license back and straighten my back.
“Now,” I say.
She turns the key and the engine fires up. “Oh my god!” she says in frustration as she pulls away with the window still down.
“Oh my god is right!” the girl in the passenger says before they’re out of earshot.
I walk back to the car and sit down in the passenger seat.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, man? You can get written up for that. You know the damn dashboard camera is running all the time.”
“Drive!” I say.
“Holy shit, dude,” Gooch says and does what I say.
If only he knew the reason behind my aggression.
Her.
CHAPTER 2
Abigail
I push open the front door and listen as I
hear the knob hit the drywall hard.
“You said you were going to put that doorstop up, Jeff!” I yell at Katie’s boyfriend.
“I’m working on it. Chill,” he says as he stuffs another Cheeto in his mouth and watches SportsCenter reruns for at least the third time today.
“Uhhh!” I say.
I take off up the stairs and hear Katie’s steps right behind me.
She’s following me so closely I don’t even have a chance to slam the door behind me when I enter my room.
“You know him?” she asks.
“I thought I did. What an asshole.”
“Asshole is right. If you don’t want him then introduce him to me!”
“You’ve got a boyfriend.”
“Jeff? Yeah, boyfriend is right…as in will never be the amount of man that cop had in his little finger.” She pauses. “Is it just me or do you need to change your panties too?”
“Gross!” I say. But she’s right. As much as that was totally out of line and out of character for Mr. Armstrong I can’t deny there was something very, very hot about it.
And I’m not sure if I should be even more upset or more turned on.
I’m totally confused. No one has ever talked to me that way in my entire life, nor have they needed to. I’m a good girl. I do my schoolwork. I don’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. Why in the hell did he go off on me like that?
I pick up my phone and hit the number one which I have set to speed dial for my parent’s house.
“Hey sweetheart,” my dad says.
“Dad! What did you say to Mr. Armstrong?”
“Well, hello to you too.” He pauses. “What’s wrong?”
Now I’m stuck. I got upset without think and my emotions got the best of me. Now I have to backpedal. “Nothing.”
“It sure doesn’t sound like nothing.”
“I just…saw him today. That’s all.” Oh did I ever see him. How could you miss his height, muscles, and complete sexiness?
“Did he see you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, didn’t he say hello.”
“Um yeah. Sure. Sorry, dad. I gotta go. Love you and mom. Bye.”
I toss my phone on my bed and then decide to join it there with a faceplate onto the comforter.
“Who is he? Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.”
“I need to be by myself. Out!” I say.
Without raising my head from the comforter I raise my arm and point to the door.
“I’m getting the details later.”
“You’re not getting anything. And there are no details,” I mumble through the fabric.
My head shoots up from the bed. “Out!”
Katie walks out my door and I can feel the rage pumping through my veins.
I’m not like this. Never like this. But Katie better chill.
Mr. Armstrong is my fantasy, not hers.
CHAPTER 3
Julian
I drill the bag with an overhead cross before giving it a good kick or ten and then finish it off with a spinning kick that’s so hard the chain holding it to the ceiling breaks and it falls to the floor.
“Daaaaamn, son!” Gonzalez says.
“I got your son right here, Gonzo,” I say grabbing my junk and pushing my way past him and to the lot.
I throw my duffel on the passenger seat and hit the gas so hard my Ford Mustang that it fishtails as I leave a trail of rubber behind me and a lineup of confused faces in the rearview.
They think I don’t see them standing there?
They think I didn’t hear the whispers?
“What’s gotten into him?”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Did Armstrong snap?”
“No Armstrong didn’t snap,” I say over the rock music that’s blasting from the speakers in my car. “But I damn near lost it.”
The first time my best friend asked me to keep an eye on his daughter while she was away at college I wanted to ask him if he’d been paying at all. As in paying attention to me.
I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off her ever since her eighteenth birthday party.
And I was beyond obvious at her graduation party.
That party was complete hell for me. Torture beyond what any man should ever have to experience.
As she marched around, practically skipping, in that little white dress that hit mid-thigh and didn’t cover her shoulders at all.
And don’t even get me started about the plunging neckline. I wanted to plunge my head right inside it right upstairs in her room, but I just couldn’t out of respect for her dad and all the years we’ve been friends.
And today?
I had to wear freaking Ray-Ban aviators after dark so she wouldn’t see me looking down her top from the angle I get as a police officer making a routine traffic stop.
But this was anything but routine. Anything but.
This is the girl I can’t stop thinking about. Can’t stop obsessing about. The one I’m so damn close to handing in my badge over and pursuing.
And I won’t have to hand in my badge if I pull another stunt like I did today.
They’ll take it and there won’t be a damn thing I can do.
I’m lucky Gooch didn’t report me.
There’s just something that gets inside me, possesses me, every time I see her.
Something that possesses me that makes me need to possess her.
Make her mine.
I know she’s a good girl. No way she’s been touched. No freaking way.
And I’m gonna be the first.
Anybody tries to lay a hand on her they’ll have to deal with my wrath and at six foot five and well over two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle there’s a lot of wrath to be had. More than any man could withstand.
Bring a buddy to take me on? I’ll take him down too.
How messed up would that be? A cop ending up in prison because some guy tried to so much as touch her. And being a cop in prison is a death sentence.
I don’t give a damn.
It would be worth it for her. Anything would be. I’d give anything to be with her.
And I will be with her.
But first I need to protect her. Show her I’m here for her. Let her know I’m not just Mr. Armstrong her dad’s best friend anymore.
I’m a hell of a lot more than that.
And that started today. Mr. Armstrong is dead to her now. He died the day she moved out of her parents house and went away to become an adult at college.
Mr. Armstrong ain’t ever coming back. She’s an adult now. She can call me Julian, my first name. That’s what adults do.
And as someone who enforces the law I know eighteen is an adult in this country. I’m twice her damn age. Twice!
But the only number I notice is one.
She’s one in a lifetime. The only girl I’ve ever met who makes me feel this way. Who makes me feel so damn alive.
Who makes me know I’d throw my entire career away just when I’m getting close to hitting retirement age.
I don’t care about money. I care about her.
And I care about justice and there’s no justice in this world if I don’t make her mine.
CHAPTER 4
Abigail
Gender Roles in Modern Society, Professor Tracy Magnusson writes on the board and then underlines it like Zorro for good measure.
“What does it mean?” she says.
It’s the first minute of the first day of my first college course in my first year. I needed an elective so I signed up for Women’s Studies. Mrs. Magnusson is well known and I was really looking forward to this class.
I stared at the blackboard and one thought came to mind immediately.
After what I saw yesterday, and what I see now there is an absolutely clear difference.
Mr. Armstrong was a throwback. A take no prisoners nor any b.s. kind of guy who takes his coffee black and his steaks rare.
And the more time goes by the more rare
a man like him becomes.
My eyes scan the room and I see unkempt boys that resemble nothing like Mr. Anderson.
They’re unshaven, totally out of shape in most cases, and their choice of dress this morning more closely resembles mine than the authoritative police uniform Mr. Anderson had on yesterday.