Guarded: A Steamy Undercover Cop Medical Romance

Dr. Lillian Hernandez had a cruddy day at work in the MetroGen Pediatric clinic. Never the life of the party, she wished just once she could let go and be someone else. A chance encounter at the MetroGen Halloween party with a masked man gave her everything she imaged — in and out of the bedroom.

Officer Sean Murphy thought submitting himself to Lillian was a one-time event to get the info he needed. She's his every fantasy come to life, but he can never go near hear again or compromise his investigation.

And then they learn she's caught the attention of a dangerous drug dealer . . .

Warning: Warning: MetroGen Heat books are medical romantic suspenses full of steam and personal and sexual self discovery for the female MC's. If you don't like a little naughty power play where she holds the whip and the police officer happy to serve and protect, this book isn't for you. Everyone else is going to need a fan and their favorite personal toy fully charged.

Debauchery.

There was pretty much only one word to describe the Throckmorton’s Corner annual Halloween party, and debauchery was it.

“Want to dance, sister?” asked a drunk Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

“I’m okay. Bar.”

“Let me buy you something.”

“I’m good,” Dr. Lillian Hernandez told the turtle and squeezed away back through the crowd.

Then she kicked herself. She was supposed to be letting guys buy her drinks at the invite doctor’s only MetroGen Halloween party. Her day at the office had been bad enough, so when on of her pediatric resident friends and her two roommates said ‘Let’s go as Sister Act,’ she had stupidly agreed.

After they convinced her to wear a mask, a habit, and her underwear on the outside, they’d promptly ditched her to go dance.

Dancing would have been more fun if her boobs weren’t threatening to climb out of her top.

She caught sight of second-year resident Clarissa Morgan making out with a masked military something or other. He was wearing camo pants with a gun, and Clarissa seemed to be having a great time.

Lillian wrinkled her nose. Too bad she couldn’t be that uninhibited. She lacked the skills and the will to grab some random guy and stick her tongue down his throat.
Because she’d been good for her whole life.

Other friends partied through college. She’d been studying or babysitting or teaching Sunday school. Most guys she dated didn’t even believe she was a doctor because she was ‘too nice.’

Yep, Freaking Rainbow Brite.

Screw that, she was getting a drink. It wasn’t open bar, but there was some type of jungle juice flowing freely in the back corners.

Sorry, kids, the friendly, happy pediatrician is closed for the night. She’s going to go get drunk off her stupid, too-nice ass.

If she could get anywhere near the drinks. There was a big crowd around the free drinks, and she couldn’t find a way to maneuver through it. She did bounce off the wall of bodies, trip on her heels, and land on her butt though.

“Are you okay?” A guy reached down and helped her to her feet.

She craned her eyes up and stared at the guy who was channeling Antonio Banderas in the Mask of Zorro.

“Fine.”

His black shirt hung mostly open and showed the outline of thick muscle beneath.

Really nice, warm muscle.

“You sure?” He had a red plastic cup in his head. “Were you trying to get a drink?”

She nodded.

“I can go get you one.” 

“Give me yours,” she said without thinking. She was not going to let some random guy go grab her a drink of an unknown random substance.

“Sure. I can get another one,” he said and handed her the cup.

That made her hesitate. She was interested in dirty dancing and possible kisses, but not getting roofied. “You try it first.”

“A little bossy, I like that.” He took a big gulp.

She held out a hand. “Cup.”

He smiled and handed it to her with a flourish. “I can’t resist a lady’s command.”

“Nun,” she said.

“None what?”

“I’m a nun.” She drank the cup down, stifling any desire to gag. Whoever had made the jungle juice hadn’t spared the booze.

“You can smack me with a ruler any day.”

“Which part?” The cup was almost empty, hitting her equally empty stomach.

“Anywhere you want, sister.”

She finished the cup. “How about another, and then we can dance?”

He winked at her, “Be still my beating alcoholic heart.”

“Then get me another drink now.”

Lillian could definitely attest being this aggressive with a guy was not her MO. The best term for her would be indecisive, but it was a certain thrill to order around this guy. And he seemed amused rather than ticked off.

Or he’d disappear into the crowd and pretend he hadn’t met her.

Not this guy, because he was back with two red cups. He drank out of both of them and then knelt on the floor in front of her.

“Pick your poison.” He offered the cups, and his smile indicated a lot more behind those words.

“They’re the same.”

“What if I said one of them contains iocane powder?”

“Then you’re not Zorro.” It dawned on her he was the Man in Black from the Princess Bride. “And you have immunity.”

He shook his head, “I promise I’m not immune.”

She took the cup on the left and drank the entire contents. It was easier the second time. “Farm boy, let’s go dance.”

“As you wish.”

He downed the cup and waited for her to take his hand to the dance floor. The music kicked up, but he didn’t start moving.

“Well?” she tried to shout over the music.

“You’re in charge,” he said.

He was being serious. Rather than force her to experience the tentacle porn octopus feeling of some random dude on the dance floor touching her, he was going to politely wait.

Ignoring whatever else was happening on the dance floor, which included a mosh pit and a Princess Leia climbing on top of a blue Power Ranger, Lillian stepped up to him. She positioned his hands on her waist and put her arms around his neck. Alcohol was making her brave. “Only touch what I tell you to.”

They started moving to the music and the alcohol was definitely hitting her, because she couldn’t stop imagining what it was like to kiss him.

His mouth was too far away, so instead she got on her tiptoes and licked his neck.

That had an effect because he jerked, and his hands grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him. Then he paused, frozen still.

“I’m sorry,” he mouthed and took his hands back.

It took her a second to understand his meaning. He hadn’t asked permission to touch her butt, therefore he moved his hands.

Without thinking, she smacked one of his hands. “Bad.”

“Oh, Sister,” he leaned forward, his mouth near her ear but not touching, “I have been bad. You ought to take me home and punish me.”