Taboo: Taking On The Law

An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication www.ellorascave.com Taking on the Law ISBN # 9781419909832 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Taking on the Law Copyright© 2007 Cheyenne McCray Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication: April 2007 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously. Content Advisory: S – ENSUOUS E – ROTIC X – TREME Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (Erotic), and X (X-treme). The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated E–rotic. S-ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination. E-rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. E-rated titles might contain material that some readers find objectionable—in other words, almost anything goes, sexually. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry in terms of both sexual language and descriptiveness in these works of literature. X-treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Stories designated with the letter X tend to contain difficult or controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart. TABOO: TAKING ON THE LAW Cheyenne McCray Author’s Note Taking on the Law incorporates only elements of Domination/submission and BDSM. It is not intended to accurately portray a true BDSM or Dom/sub relationship. Taking on the Law Chapter One Erin Wilson gunned the engine of her little silver sports convertible as she flew down one of the darker back roads in Tucson. The powerful engine’s noise cut through the night, and wind blew her hair around her face. She didn’t care that the clip had fallen out or that the ends of the strands stung her eyes and her cheeks. Goddamn him! That total bastard. The backs of Erin’s eyes ached and she ground her teeth. She would not cry over a bastard like Toby Wright. She sucked in a breath of fresh night air and the lights of Tucson winked in the night like a glittering carpet. The road she was on wasn’t exactly desolate, it just was a little farther out from town and where some of the nicer homes were built, sparsely situated so that there was a good mile between each house, if not more. When she’d caught Toby in bed with her former best friend Wendy, Erin had stood watching for a moment, unable to believe what she saw. She’d stopped by Toby’s place with Chinese takeout, let herself into his apartment with the key he’d given her—and heard noises coming from the bedroom. Noises that sounded suspiciously like the headboard banging against the wall, and the sounds of moans and groans. Everything had felt unreal. She set her purse on the couch, along with the food. Her ears had buzzed and skin felt stretched thin as she made it down the short hallway to the door of his bedroom. Toby was in between Wendy’s thighs, slowly fucking her. They were both naked and her best friend reached between their bodies and massaged his balls. “That’s it, baby,” Toby groaned. “You’re no cold fish in bed.” 5 Cheyenne McCray Wendy had giggled and then he’d kissed her as she drew her hand away and wrapped her legs around his hips. Cold fish? Cold fish! Erin had grabbed the closest thing to her, one of his jogging shoes left in the doorway, the start to a trail of clothing leading to the bed. She’d scooped it off the floor, and with all the fury bui