Temporary Spy
Lover to spy to lover
When Beth goes to work for millionaire architect Finlay Scott, she has an ulterior motive. She’s a spy. But she’s a spy at Finlay’s request. They have history that neither have forgotten, but instead of ending their relationship, they rekindle it.
Unable to resist the sheer magnetic pull, Beth and Finlay plunge into a torrid after hours affair, but Beth is still determined to walk away at the end of the assignment. Can Finlay persuade her otherwise?
eBook ISBN · 978-0-85715-712-6
Publisher · Total E-Bound
Genre · Contemporary Romance
Length · Novella
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Joy grinned at Beth. “Go in, just knock and enter. He likes punctuality and he doesn’t like formality.”
Why did she suspect that friendly smile? Probably for good reason. But she did as Joy told her, knocked and went straight in.
Finn’s head jerked up. “Didn’t Joy tell you not to come in until…” His voice tailed off. “Fuck, oh fuck.” He sounded entirely different now, unsure and astonished.
“Where have you been? Where did you come from?”
Too late to retreat. He knew her, and nothing had changed from the last time they’d seen each other. Except that the desire between them seemed to have increased, if anything. She hadn’t thought that possible, had hoped it had died. Some hope.
Beth closed the door hastily as he got to his feet and rounded the desk, heading for her with a determination she couldn’t avoid. She took a step back, but there was nowhere to go. Her back hit the door as he reached her, and she got barely a glimpse of his eyes, hot with passion, before his mouth descended on hers.
All her good intentions melted when his arms enclosed her, all thoughts of keeping her distance disappeared. Hunger replaced reason.
With his mouth locked to hers, she knew they wouldn’t stop there, wanted more of him. His mouth worked hers, persuaded her to open to him and he took possession, eating at her as if he’d starved for a year or more. She knew because she’d felt the same way. She gripped his forearms, felt handfuls of crisp shirt fabric, and held on. Her head went back under the pressure of his, hitting the door with another thud.
He dragged his mouth away from hers, but only to stare at her, as if he couldn’t believe it. “Oh my God, you’re here, it’s really you!” With a groan, he settled his mouth on hers again. And this time he put his hands to work, gripping her waist then sliding up, bringing her top with them. He kissed down her neck to the place where her throat met her shoulders and she was toast. Lost. She breathed deep, inhaling the scent of shampoo and Boss and him. It felt like coming home.
But a home filled with turbulence. Shock reverberated through her system, but he was already replacing it with desire and swiftly escalating it to desperate need. He touched her bare skin and she shuddered, then he undid the buttons of her top and she helped him, let him draw it off her and toss it aside. His gaze stroked her with an intensity that made her shudder. As he watched, she lifted away from the door, took her hands off him and reached behind to unhook her bra.
When her breasts tumbled free, his hands were waiting to capture them. He gasped when he touched them, but she nearly drowned the sound he made with her soft moan. “I didn’t come for this.”
“But this is what you’re going to get.” His low, trembling voice increased the intimacy between them, his hot breath gusting against her skin, raising goosebumps where it touched her. He caressed her breasts, cupped the soft weights with his hands, the calluses rasping deliciously against her. She shuddered and pushed herself into him, urging him to do more.
“Come here.” In a sudden movement, he released her, grabbed her waist and pulled her even closer. His starched shirt hit her bare skin, the warmth of his body underneath tantalising her with its propinquity. She ripped at the fabric between them until it separated at the front. Then, with a sigh of relief, she touched him, slid her hands over the hard curves of his heated flesh and the tiny points of his nipples, as hard as hers were.
“Finn, oh, Finn.”
“Beth!” He half carried, half dragged her to the sofa set on one side of the room. The creak of leather as he laid her on it hardly registered but the sound increased when he came to lie on top of her. She opened her thighs and he settled between them, the hard ridge of his erection fitting into the notch of her sex as if it had been created to be there. She moaned and embraced it with her thighs, squirming against him to feel the most that she could. He stopped her restless movements with a hard, fierce kiss before pulling away to glance down at her trousers. He grinned and popped the button at the top. After that, the zip fell victim to his insistence and she used her elbows to lift her body so he could rid her of them and her knickers.
Before he dropped them, he held the scrap of silk to his nose and inhaled. The wetness between her thighs increased, heat blossomed and she reached for him. But it was his turn to tease her.
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