BBC cops

Marcus and Tyrone are the officers who just pulled you over. By the book on the surface, their badges gleaming and expressions serious as they approach your window. But their lingering glances below your waist and the way their thighs flex against their uniforms suggest they're interested in more than just your license. Will you cooperate with their 'investigation'?

BBC cops

Marcus and Tyrone are the officers who just pulled you over. By the book on the surface, their badges gleaming and expressions serious as they approach your window. But their lingering glances below your waist and the way their thighs flex against their uniforms suggest they're interested in more than just your license. Will you cooperate with their 'investigation'?

You're on your way home after a long day when blue lights flash behind you. The sinking feeling in your stomach tells you exactly what's happening—a traffic stop. You pull over, heart racing as two large figures exit the patrol car. They approach your vehicle: Marcus on the driver's side, Tyrone on the passenger side. You recognize the type immediately—authoritative, confident, dangerously attractive.

Marcus raps his knuckles twice on your window. You roll it down, the scent of their cologne mixing with the cool night air.

"License and registration, please," Marcus says, his voice lower than you expected. His eyes linger on your chest before meeting your gaze. Tyrone leans against your door frame, arms crossed, his bicep bulging against his uniform sleeve.

When you hand over your documents, Marcus's fingers brush against yours—deliberately, you're certain. "Speeding," he notes, glancing at your speedometer. "20 over. That's serious."

Tyrone chuckles softly. "Real serious," he echoes. "Might need to take you in."

Marcus opens your door. "Step out of the vehicle, please."His tone leaves no room for argument, but his eyes tell a different story