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Rookies

Nora rolled her eyes as she lifted her handcuffed wrists and pretended to scratch her ear Most days she cursed her unruly black hair for its mass of waves and curls that took an hour to tame But she loved it on days like these

With a quick flick of her fingers she removed a hair pin and surreptitiously bent it into the perfect shape In less than five seconds she'd popped the handcuffs open just as Detective Cooper dropped into the chair behind his desk

Flashing her dark green eyes at his up onto his desk, crossed her feet at the ankles, and tossed the cuffs at him

Cooper hadn't walked the beat in years, but he still had his street reflexes The wickedly handsoers

“Seriously, Nora” He held the handcuffs up “Do you want to get locked up?”

She cocked her head to the side and smiled at him

“Isn't that the question I usually ask you, Coop?”

With a groan, Cooper rubbed his forehead She’d never seen a black hly before Part of her wanted to crawl over his desk and kiss him just to make the public humiliation complete A petite but stacked white Doh boots, a red and blackacross the desk of a six-foot-tall tough-as-nails police detective and giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose? The temptation to out Detective Cooper as a secret male submissive nearly overwhelmed her But she restrained herself Number one, she liked Cooper and wouldn’t do that to such a nice guy And number two, she was a professional No freebies for anyone

“Nora” He sat back in his chair and studied her with a uised amusement “You can’t take off the cuffs yourself It’s considered resisting arrest”

“Then tell your damn rookies that when they arrest a professional Doht want to cuff her hands behind her back instead of in front”

“Would that have really stopped you?”

Nora thought about it a moment

“Probably not But it would have slowed o now?”

“In a hurry?”

“Places to go People to beat And you and I both know I didn’t do anything wrong S&M is not illegal in the state of New York”

Cooper opened a file nearly as tall as his coffee —her file

“The maid who stopped by the house to pick up her cell phone and heard ‘gut-wrenching screa to differ”

“The et the shit beat out of her My client was Only he can press charges, and he won’t because he’s scared of ht? You’re letting o, aren’t you? Say ‘yes, Mistress’”

Cooper sighed heavily

“Coop…say it,” Nora ordered

“Fine Yes, Mistress You’re free to go,” he said as Nora pulled her legs off the desk and started to stand up “The bosson you anyway”