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TYPE: Hot COP Short Story
Riding along in a cruiser while an officer makes the rounds can be an interesting or a boring adventure. Or sometimes it is beyond exciting. It’s a crapshoot.
Mia Brand had managed to find herself on an interesting one. At least, so far.
This go-round, she had been given to a male cop. Now there was an understatement.
The guy wore a short-sleeve uniform. His biceps were straining the seams. His chest was higher than hers. The shirt buttons were in danger.
He had a trim waist and lean hips. How did he keep his equipment belt from falling down? He had that routine, almost unconscious cop thing that they all did. He was forever hauling it up. Since it was heavy, anywhere from 22 to 34 pounds, she could understand the tendency of the belt to want to obey the laws of gravity and drift down his thighs. She wanted to drift down those thighs.
She had decided early in the ride-along that this was a prime specimen. It didn’t hurt that he had dark blue eyes. A chiseled jaw. A touch of 5 O’clock shadow. A blinding smile and a dimple. Dark closely trimmed hair that showed a tendency to curl. It looked soft. Not to ignore a deep voice that came up out of him and made her insides twitch.
She’d been stuck in a car with a virtual Adonis, although Adonis was a blond wasn’t he?
She who had given up dating men some time back, having decided a vibrator was more useful. After all, it was always ready, didn’t make stupid small talk, and had an off switch. Men didn’t come with an off switch. Not that she knew of.
Oh this was Karma. Or life getting even. Giving up men? Ha! Try this one!