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Double Agent

№ 16 in the 💯Story Challenge

“You want this, don’t you?”

Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out a hint of wire.

Winking, she continued, “Touch me, Mr. President. I don’t mind.”

They’re trying to trap you.

A warning in blue ink on a napkin next to her half-empty Manhattan.

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Erotica/Fiction…not so plain, and not so simple. Find me at brigitdelaney.com, Twitter @BrigitWrites, & check out my podcast: Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories.

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Brigit Delaney

Brigit Delaney

Erotica/Fiction…not so plain, and not so simple. Find me at brigitdelaney.com, Twitter @BrigitWrites, & check out my podcast: Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories.

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