Handcuffs and Spreader Bars — Kim Dare

Harland Rawlings might have chosen to be a scene of crime officer rather than a “proper” policeman like so many of the men in his family, but that doesn't mean he can't hold his own with any cop who comes his way. Any evidence belongs to him until he says otherwise, and if a sergeant manages to roll around in evidence while tackling a suspect, then that man belongs to him until Harland has finished with him.

Detective Sergeant Alasdair Grant doesn't have good luck with men. He resigned himself to that fact after his ex turned out to be the worst kind of sadist, so he's not best pleased when being processed by Harland gets him hot and hard and he has no way to hide it. When Harland offers to fetch a spreader bar if he doesn't stop wriggling, he knows the other man is merely laughing at his expense. There's no way the scene of crime officer could know how much Alasdair liked the idea.

Harland can't work out why Alasdair keeps blowing hot and cold, flirting one minute and running away the next. All he knows is that for some reason, even after the other man stopped being evidence, Harland can't stop thinking of Alasdair as belonging to him…