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Handcuffs and G-Strings by Margay Leah Justice
At a benefit for fallen heroes, sparks fly between a socially awkward woman and the cop she mistakes for a stripper
From “Handcuffs and G-Strings”…
I don’t know how long I stand here re-assessing my life decisions, when I’m startled out of my thoughts by the gorgeous “cop” dancer. Oh, Lord, he’s even more stunning up close with his full mouth and sapphire eyes and the uniform shirt he didn’t bother re-buttoning.
And are those handcuffs real? I’d like to have them clamped around my wrists, chaining me to his bed while he—whoa, where did that come from? It really has been a long time, if I’m already fantasizing about a guy I haven’t officially met, yet.
“Yes, they are.”
Well, that’s an odd opener. I give him a blank look.
“The handcuffs,” he clarifies, sending a bolt of dread through me.
Please don’t say I did, please don’t say I did.
“You asked if they were real.”
Of course, I did.
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