Agent of Desire (Jessica Booker) (12 page)

He sees me stumble and stands, pulling me to him. He kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. His hot breath trails along my jaw until he finally finds my mouth with his. The kiss is slow at first, his tongue dancing lazily around mine, and I kiss him back. He slides his hands up the sides of my body, barely brushing my breasts with his thumbs. My body sings, as his hands ride back down my torso and cup my backside. He lifts me, hoisting my skirt up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He presses his hardness into me
as I unbutton his shirt, getting lost once more in his hot, wet kisses that intensify as we somehow make it to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed, but instead of joining me, he stands up and removes his pants and boxers. He walks around the bed, totally naked now. His biceps are bulging, his abs rock hard—and so is his… ohmygod. It’s even bigger than I remember.

I lick my lips.

Opening a drawer on the bedside table, he removes a box of condoms. He retrieves one and sets it on the table. His gaze slides over to me, and then back to the box. With a sly smile, he takes out a second condom and sets it beside the first. I just watch him, not sure what to do. I want him to rip off my dress. As much as I love it, it’s creating a barrier between my body and his. I arch my back and plead with my eyes until he lies down next to me, gliding his fingers slowly over my body. I can’t tell which turns me on more—his hand brushing over my Yes Dress, or the fact that he’s completely nude as he does it. He lays a hand on one of my breasts, squeezing it, teasing the nipple. I writhe under his touch, amazed at how little he has to do to make me beg.

“Do you want me?” he asks, his voice full of desire.

“Yes,” I manage.

He bends over and kisses me once more—a long, wet
, sensual kiss—and then releases me to pull on a condom.

“Aren’t you going to tear my clothes off?” I ask.

Sliding my skirt up, he shakes his head before spreading my legs and rolling on top of me.

“But…”

As if he’s read my mind, he reaches down and pushes aside the crotch of my panties, resting the head of his cock on my sex, rubbing it up and down over my warm wetness.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer, near breathless with desire.

He shakes his head, smiling wickedly. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes,” I plead.

He thrusts himself inside me full force, pushing hard and fast. As he does so, he rips at the top of my dress, freeing my chest from the
fabric and then from my bra. He squeezes my breasts as he pounds into me—harder, faster.

As I come, he continues his pace, somehow managing to push in even farther. I come harder, the spasms so long and so good that I cry out. At last he comes, holding me close as his body releases his energy into me.

As our breathing returns to normal, I notice that I’m no longer dressed. It takes a little searching to find the scraps of my panties around one of my ankles. My dress is in shreds near the foot of the bed. And I’m not sure how I made it out of the straps, but my bra is nowhere to be seen. The only things I’m still wearing are my heels.

Geoffrey goes to the bathroom to clean himself up, and I look around curiously for my bra. I don’t expect to find it in one piece, but I can’t find any part of it anywhere.

“If you’re looking for your bra, I’m not sure you’ll find it,” Geoffrey says, standing in the doorway. He’s still naked, still mind meltingly sexy.

“Why is that?” I ask.

“The way I went at it, I’m pretty sure it’s dust.” He walks back over to the bed and lies down next to me. “Sorry about your dress. I liked that one.”

I smile. “Me too. It had the desired effect on you.”

“I don’t think it’s just the dress that affects me this way.” His eyes drift down my body, finding my shoes still on my feet. “That is so hot.”

With one hand on my thigh and the other cupping my breast, I pinch my nipple
. “Hot enough that you can go again?” I ask, gazing up at him coyly.

He smiles. “Give me a minute. I would love to rock your world again. When do you have to leave for the airport?”

I check the clock on his nightstand. “Three hours.”

“You can’t tell me where you’re going?” he asks, even though we’ve been over this a hundred times.

I shake my head and smile apologetically.

“Three hours,” he says pensively. “Let’s not waste it, then.” He rolls on top of me.

***

“Egyptian Air flight 349 for Cairo is now boarding its first class passengers.”

I hand the woman at the gate my boarding pass. She takes it and checks it, along with my passport.

“Welcome aboard, Miss Cooper. I hope you enjoy your flight.”

I take my papers back and my lips curl into a smile as I board the plane.

The end

I received help from so many people. Where do I start?

I must thank all my early readers Laura Beege, Charis, Kara Jorges, Dawn Klehr, Madison Seidler, and Mike. Your critiques and comments helped my story come alive.

Thanks so much to my editor, Kristi
na Cook. You truly make my story shine.

Thank you to my cover artist, Kanaxa. You are the rock star of book cover artists.

Thank you so much to my critique partner and writing BFF, Kendall Ryan. Your knowledge and support has been instrumental in this endeavor. You are made of awesome!

And finally, thanks to my family, for supporting me even though you are never allowed to read this.

Charlie Evans lives in the Midwest with two insane(ly cute) cats. When she is not reading or writing, she loves to travel. Oh, and then there’s her day job.

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Cairo, Egypt: When the CIA uncovers a plot to assassinate Michael Sayar, the son of the Israeli Prime Minister, Agent Jessica Booker is sent to intervene. But if she wants to prevent Michael’s assassination and a possible world war, she’ll have to act the part of sexy escort to Javier Rodriguez, quite possibly the hottest guy working at the Spanish Embassy in Cairo
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Sexy romps with foreign agents, stopping assassins
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