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This is my first Janet Evanovich story, so give it a chance! You might like it! Thanks and enjoy, my fellow Stephanie Plum lovers.


Three minutes seemed like a lifetime in my head. I was hungry, hung-over, and confused. I faced the other direction while I waited for the results. I glanced at the clock.

It has only been ten. Fucking. Seconds.

My name is Stephanie Plum and I am a 30-year-old bail bond enforcement agent, or as most would call, a bounty hunter. I work for my ratty cousin Vincent Plum in Trenton, New Jersey. I've been married, divorced, shocked, punched, kicked, and pushed down numerous flight of steps.

But there's one thing I haven't done before, and it was this.

I am in love. At least, that's what I think it is. May seem normal, right?

Wrong.

I am currently seeing a hunk of Italian sex named Joe Morelli, who is a Trenton cop. He's sexy, has a beautiful body, and did I mention he was Italian? Unfortunately, he and I are taking one of out little 'breaks'.

And then there is Ricardo Manoso, aka Ranger, the head of a security company and a world-class bounty hunter. You could say we're good friends, partners even. Friends that touch each other more often than regular friends should.

Friends that fuck.

"Fucking time…" I glanced at the devilish clock once more. My legs were shaking and the time was not doing me any favors. I still had one minute to go.

Things were fine until a couple of days ago. After I called Morelli a douche lord and left, I sat in my car and pouted like a three-year-old. Unfortunately, some random jackass decided he liked my hunk of shit of a vehicle and demanded I get out of the car or he'd shoot. So I did the most heroic thing ever.

I hopped out of the car and hauled ass.

The first person I called was the douche lord. No answer. My second connection was to Ranger.

"Babe," was his only word. He was less than the silent type.

"I need a car. Now." I huffed and puffed at the bitter cold that was bitch slapping me.

"Where's your's?"

"With some Hispanic guy! I got carjacked. It's cold and I think my ass is turning into ice." Ranger disconnected.

Not only was he silent, but his phone manners were worse than my table manners.

Before I knew it, a black SUV pulled up and I hopped inside. The heat hit me like the sun hit a snowman.

"Ahhh…" I grinned. Ranger raised his brow and gave me a look.

"So run this by me. You got carjacked, right?" I nodded, embracing the heat. "Don't you own a gun and some defense spray?"

I pouted. "It's a Morelli's." Ranger gave me that oh-so-disapproving look once more. He put the car in drive and sped off.

"Well you'll get it from him and go home," Ranger said, making a sharp turn.

I couldn't tell him that Joe and I were on the rocks at the moment so I did my ever-so-famous quick thinking. I had to be strong. I had to make something up!

Ranger glanced at me once more.

"Morelli and I are fighting so I'm not going over there. He's a douche." I was so weak.

"Let me guess. You keys are there, too?" I nodded and gave a nervous grin. Ranger pulled a U-turn.

"To the Batcave!" I said. "But first, let's grab a couple donuts. I'm starving." My stomach was hurting from drinking nothing but beer for the last couple of days.

"That shit is gonna kill you, Babe." Okay, he was right. But who, besides Ranger, could constantly eat healthy? A donut or two everyday couldn't hurt.

"It will." I jumped up, almost hitting my head on the ceiling. Not only was Ranger Batman. He was psychic.

"I'm not psychic. You're just talking out loud," was Ranger's response.

After we got to the Rangeman, and I got my donuts, Ranger and I headed to his floor. I had to say, his apartment really needed a woman's touch. Everything was black. Except some of my clothes that were hanging out of his closet. That, and my panties I kept in his drawer.

I sat on the comfy bed and nibbled on the last crumb I had left. Then I watched as Ranger got undressed. I loved the slow way he pulled off one piece after another and revealed that perfect Cuban skin. Just as my insides were about to explode, Ranger paused and stared at me, raising his brow once more.

I pretended that I wasn't staring, but the drool hanging form my lip did me no justice. "Since when did you sleep… you know… naked?" I asked nervously.

I wanted to slap myself. Who cares? He's getting naked, isn't he?!

Ranger gave me a sly grin. One of those grins that could make a woman open her legs and beg for those cursed lips.

"I don't." was all he said and inched over to me, staring me straight in the eye as he did so. "I thought we'd do something tonight. You know, since you're here." He whispered ever-so-slowly, and his lips came to mine, first softly, then his tongue glided across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth in submission and felt his hand on my waist while the other was on my thigh.

Before I knew it, I felt his fully erect tool against my stomach. I wrapped my legs tighter around his toned lower back as he pulled his boxers down to his knees, releasing the lion out of its cage. Ranger grinding against my now soaked panties, sending chills up my spine and a moan escaped.

There was that damn grin again.

Somehow, my panties ended up on the floor and then we were one. In and out, with every thrust, Ranger went deeper and deeper. I clenched the sheets as I realized this feeling I had missed so much was returning. With one last thrust, Ranger twitched a little and a small sound came from his lips. Ranger fell to my side, my panting echoing through the entire room.

As I came back to reality, I realized three minutes had passed. I took a deep breath and turned to the test of my future.

Lula knocked on the bathroom door. "Girl, are you constipated or are you still looking at that test? I got some ChocoLax if you need it…"

I opened the door and looked at Lula, who was holding the laxative in her hand.

"It's not that… It's just… I can't. I just can't. You look at the test. I'm too nervous." I looked down at my hands. They were shaking and sweaty.

"Ewww. Okay, girl, I'll look for you." Lula picked up the test and examined it. "A red line means you're not, right?"

I nodded, a smile creeping along my face. "Yeah!"

"Oh. Well… blue line, girl." Lula showed me. "You knocked up."


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