Deep Under Cover

Shawna Moore

DEEP UNDERCOVER BY SHAWNA MOORE Venus Press LLC

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DEEP UNDERCOVER Copyright © 2006 by Shawna Moore ISBN: 1-59836-308-5 Cover Art © 2006 by Jinger Heaston All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form without permission, except as provided by the U.S. Copyright Law. Printed and bound in the United States of America. For information, you can find us on the web at www.VenusPress.com

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Dedication:

To my real-life hero and husband for his love, support and caring heart. Also, to my beloved late mother whose indomitable spirit serves as my daily inspiration.

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Chapter One

Sweating bodies surged with the pulsing music. Jade Hunter finger parted her bangs and combed them away from her forehead. She’d sit this one out. A short distance from the dance floor, Brad Masters licked salt from the rim of a cobalt-blue margarita glass. Without a doubt, the raven-haired Miami playboy would make her latest undercover assignment much harder than his gym-conditioned body. Don’t give in to temptation. Macho and muscle mean trouble. Several couples shouted out the rest of a retro tune’s words. Bodies hugged so close a crowbar couldn’t peel them apart. Brad’s gaze sliced through the smoky dimness and met hers. Looking away, she flipped through the spiral-bound drink menu. There were lots of women here tonight, but he’d chosen her as his target for some reason. Her nipples tingled and tightened. With the opposite hand itching to beckon him closer, she drew a nail over the cocktail napkin, and a curl of paper rose toward her fingertip. She stole another glance at Brad. His wink went straight to her sex. Energy surged and oozed from every corner of the club owned by Mister Masters. At “Karma”, anything and everything happened. Brad’s picture graced the cover of so many magazines there couldn’t be a person alive who didn’t recognize the man and his mission of reigning supreme over the Miami club scene. The chocotini did a dirty dance of its own in her stomach. Pry your booty loose from this chair and face the man who’ll either help you crack this case or prove more obstinate than your childhood bulldog, Butch. Jade rolled her shoulders and head, and the neck tension faded. Far better that business occupying her mind. With her work schedule, dating was problematic. She didn’t need more regret and bad memories messing with her focus. “You’re a better cop than a lover.” Her fist met with the table. Oh, yes, Dan. Only a loser would toss such a comment after he’d been caught cheating. Too late, she’d learned his high-profile status as owner of a Manhattan-based talent agency kept him in other women’s beds a lot longer than 5

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he’d been in hers. True, Dan did his own headhunting, but he wasn’t interested in the cranial kind. “Can I get you another drink?” The raspy-voiced waitress sporting fuchsia-tinted spikes gnawed the end of her ballpoint pen and swayed to the music. “No, thanks. I’m fine.” Only the scent of gardenias lingered as the model-wannabe sauntered away and disappeared in the throng. Fine? Far from it. Maybe, someday, but there were still some unhealed wounds deep in her soul. From the mauve wristlet, she pulled a single cellophane-wrapped stick of spearmint gum. Folding the breath freshener, she popped it in her mouth and sank her teeth through its hardness. Damn Dan and his fixation with pretty women. Last September proved the breaking point. While they drove home from a swanky party, the storm outside couldn’t compare to the one that had raged inside Dan’s Lexus. “Keep out of my books and business, bitch.” Dan’s right hand lashed out and struck her across the face, loosening one of her back teeth. Her Uncle Michael, an oral surgeon, saved the tooth, but her relationship with devil-man Dan was far from salvageable by then. Lieutenant Davidson had urged her to press charges, but that would have only brought publicity. Publicity she, an undercover operative in New York City, didn’t need. Her profile had to remain as low as possible. There were days when even she questioned her existence outside the myriad roles she’d played while apprehending some of the most cunning drug dealers and criminals. Diana Ross’s sultry singing replaced Robert Palmer over the sound system. Brad nodded at her, and his lips parted in a seductive smile. Tight denim never had it better. Forget sex appeal. What she needed was a man who didn’t run from a relationship at the first flash of skin from another woman. Few men had the patience to tolerate her position, work ethic and long hours. Her love for Dan had blinded her to his bullying ways. For all of her IQ points and street savvy, she missed profiling him by a mile. Yes, love bites, and it bit her ass so hard the teeth marks might never disappear. Someone’s sharp whistle pulled her back to the present. Her heart thrummed harder, and tears pricked at her eyes. She blinked fast to prevent the water-based mascara from blurring. Countless times she’d forgiven Dan and remained complacent, but after taking those Wing Chun lessons and listening to her gut, she vowed no man would 6

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weaken her self-esteem again. Her body and mind had been disciplined to a much higher degree. As a martial arts master and a markswoman, she refused to ever suffer physical or mental abuse again. She teased her finger along the rim of her empty martini glass. She’d given up so much for Dan, even sacrificing her scarce time off to run his errands and maintain his website. When she caught him in bed with that slut, it was time for a change. Without a second thought, she kicked him to the curb and tossed the soiled sheets out with his stuff. Fortunately, the break-up and cleanup occurred on trash day. Now, three years later, she was in a new town and on track for a promotion. This was a chance to slough off the old and leave it behind in New York. Her decision to move to Miami and work undercover detail with Narcotics was for the best. Besides, any city that featured such a happening and gorgeous beach had built-in benefits. Surf and sand would likely prove the best place to unwind after a grueling workweek. Tanned men with well-developed abs. She sniffed and imagined a whiff of someone’s tropical-scented sunscreen. Totally yummy. No doubt, she’d learned from the wrong paths she’d taken. Further mistakes weren’t an option. She pumped her crossed leg. Heat surged through her pussy, and she sneaked another peek at Brad’s second-skin designer jeans. Time is of essence. Don’t waste it with wet dreams. A glance at her watch told the tale. Tomorrow, she’d have to officially confront that cocksure stud and convince him to play a bigger part in Miami-Dade’s sting operation. Truth be told, there was only one thing she reviewed more carefully than a recidivist offender’s file—a handsome man who appeared to be hiding more than the words trapped behind his kissable lips. A passerby jostled her from behind and apologized. One flash of Brad’s blinding white teeth sent shockwaves through her system. Focus. Beat those naughty notions back into your gray matter. The foil wrapper winked at her from the olive-green tablecloth. She planted both feet on the floor, stood and smoothed her hands over her skirt. Her pulse pounded, and she closed her eyes tight for a couple heartbeats. By now, her pussy was primed for some between-the-sheets time, but business must come before pleasure. Major Torrez wouldn’t favor her putting fantasy before field duty. Adrenaline already coursed through her body at a rapid rate. Only the best sex beat the thrill of a takedown. Her bladder ready to burst, Jade sought the ladies room. Each time her heels met 7

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with the flooring, it was as though several firecrackers went off. A fiery-red pair of lips marked the door. For the men’s room door, someone had chosen a canary-yellow cockatoo with a flaming crimson head. Brad Masters was a man with a plan. He’d brought acclaim to “Karma” since acquiring it less than a year ago. He’d also made a huge mistake—letting the previous owner, his Uncle Harry Shelton, conduct private meetings in an upstairs office. The dirt at Miami-Dade was that major drug deals were planned in that plush corner of the building. Hopefully, her powers of persuasion would coax Brad to turn informant and help them bring his uncle down. If Brad were somehow involved, she’d collar him too. At nearly thirty and hungry for the next bust, she was just hitting her crime-solving stride. Dead ahead, a group of bachelorettes clustered and chatted about the latest in their bedroom trick bags. Smiling, she excused herself and made a beeline for the lounge. One blonde recommended the Mango Tango lube from HOT SPOT. If that product rocked as much as HOT SPOT’s vibrators, she’d make her way onto their preferred customer’s list fast. A slight push of her hand sent the ladies’ lounge door backward, and she drew in a deep breath. A decadent coconut room spray teased her nostrils. Behind a glass panel in each of the two walls beside the vanity and washbasins, tropical fish darted among sea plants. How chic and a great diversion. Only one stall remained unoccupied, and she rushed into it. The beady eyes of a persimmon-colored fish stared at her from behind the glass. Its mouth puckered and puffed, blowing a stream of bubbles into the surrounding water. Only a pussy-pleaser like Brad would install such a wild wall unit in the lavatory. The fish flirted its body against the glass. Was the nightlife really fun and fabulous in Miami? Maybe, maybe not, but anything was a welcome escape from the Manhattan loft she’d called home for seven years. With her parents divorced and relocated to Maine and California, there wasn’t any reason to remain in New York. The Big Apple had turned rotten on her, and any change was welcome. For two years, her Manhattan street detail gave her dubious entrée into the underground world of prostitution and small-time drug dealers. Some evenings she’d returned home, rinsed out the shampoo colorant, stripped off the stage make-up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Who was she? No time to answer, only time to get a few hours’ sleep before assuming the same or a different role. 8

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She lived for danger. Nothing frightened her, except the possibility of living and dying alone. Even worse would be the hellish reality of never having a husband or children to mourn her passing or celebrate her success as a wife, mother and criminalist. Awarded two commendations for meritorious service, she earned a place in the hearts of her cohorts but never in the heart of a devoted man. Following a stint on the streets, working Narcotics in New York had proven even more of a challenge. If only she hadn’t been relegated to a desk job there because of her quest for another promotion and the notion she’d have more time to spend with Dan. The experience was invaluable, but eight to ten hours of paper pushing wasn’t meant for a woman who lived life on the edge. After two years, all she achieved was an increase in her savings account and eyestrain from poring over those printouts. Would Miami prove more interesting or would she only become burned by the sun instead of a philandering male? The tropical fish’s mouth gaped. Jade opened her legs wider and dabbed away the dampness. She plunged three fingers inside while thumbing her clit. A single press against the tiny gold ball stud piercing her right labia sent a hot erotic current washing over her. Collecting herself, she emerged from the cubicle and sidestepped a trail of water near the sink. One thump from the heel of her hand, and creamy white liquid soap oozed from the wall unit. Dangling her hands underneath the automatic gush of warm water, she soaped and rinsed them. The time had also come to wash those bad memories down the drain. A soft whirring sounded as she traced her hand along the bottom of the towel dispenser. The single sheet eased out and loosened with a slight tug of her dripping hands. Several swipes dried all but a little dampness. The Drop-dead-red glaze gleamed on her nails. She balled the damp towel together, drew back her arm and aimed at the trash receptacle. Swish. Two more points for Hunter. She sifted through the sparse contents of her wristlet and pulled out the second most important weapon in her seduction arsenal. Reflected in the vanity mirror, another young woman licked her lips as Jade unscrewed the wand from her tube of petal-pink gloss. She swiped the applicator over her full pout. Her nipples poked against the sheer white lace top. How perfect. Tonight, she’d disarm him with sexuality and follow-up with an official meeting tomorrow. Anything to rid the world of drug dealers. A promotion 9

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was hers, right here in hot and happening Miami, if she delivered Brad’s drug-trafficking uncle to the Feds on a silver platter—a platter unlike those on which corrupt Harry’s lines of coke rested. Brad might be clean, but his Uncle Harry was dirtier than the sewers in Manhattan. **** Brad balanced on the leather barstool. He could barely blink anymore without someone from Narcotics breathing down his back. And tomorrow he’d meet yet another of Miami-Dade’s finest. Some cop named Hunter. More brass and bullshit trying to involve him in a sting operation. He stretched and flexed his back muscles. But a couple hours with that gorgeous, poker-faced blonde over there could make him forget most anything. Snitching wasn’t in his blood, especially when it involved family. But why should he take the heat? Damn his letting Uncle Harry meet with some “friends” twice a week in the Blue Room. What they did in there wasn’t only their business; they’d made it his business. Guilty by association. By possibly conducting criminal activities from a back room, they put him directly in Miami-Dade’s sights. He studied the curvy woman who’d lapped up the chocolate martini. She sported wide hips for such a petite package. Her green eyes were anything but calm and blazed with an undeniable contempt and carnality. Approaching her, he pointed toward her empty cocktail glass. “Care for another drink?” Only the Devil’s daughter had a body like that. “No. Thank you. I had a delicious martini earlier.” “What about something to soak up the alcohol?” He pulled a rock candy swizzle stick from the glass canister on the table and passed it to her. Her red-nailed fingers brushed against the back of his hand, and his cock stirred at the brief contact. “Don’t mind if I do.” Lush, pink lips opened, and her teeth snapped off a tiny section of the peppermint candy. The remaining piece left her fingers and struck the bottom of the empty martini glass. After chewing for a brief time, she swallowed. “Let’s go somewhere we can talk.” At her seductive purr, his body went on high alert. Talk? From all outward appearances, this hottie seemed more about action than words. He gestured toward the far side of the room. “My office is upstairs.” 10

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“Perfect. Not as much smoke up there. I gave up that nasty habit months ago, so I can’t risk temptation.” His brain flipped through her comments. Either this babe was easier than the crossword puzzles in T.V. Guide or she was up to something. He extended his hand and winced as her fingers clutched his. “Brad Masters.” “Jade. Just like the gem from the Far East.” She teased her thumb over his. “Pleased to meet you, Brad. This is a happening place. You’ve received quite a lot of favorable press. Most trend-setting magazines have featured your face and the club’s profile in recent months.” He shook loose from her grip. “I appreciate the excellent press, but those interviews get boring after awhile. Before we go upstairs, let’s check out the special lighting effects from the dance floor.” A toss of her head sent the gold chandelier earrings slapping against the side of her neck. “I’d enjoy that very much.” The aroma of vanilla made his mouth water. That makes two of us. “Any preferences I can pass along to the deejay?” The tip of her tongue tapped against her upper row of teeth before disappearing. “Anything by K.C. and the Sunshine Band. “Get Down Tonight” is my favorite.” Underneath her fingers, the corded muscles of his back rippled. Jade swallowed and crushed the stale wad of gum between her back teeth. “I prefer slow dances.” Brad’s hot breath beat against her scalp. “How about you, Jade?” Keep your indecent thoughts to yourself. “Mmmmm.” A steady fingertip pressed against the top of her spine. Underneath her cheek, the thrum of his heartbeat matched hers. Down, down the fingertip dragged, until it came to rest at the cleft of her ass. His hand opened and cupped her buttock. Each slow grind of their crotches intensified the wetness between her legs. “As I watched you earlier, you seemed miles away. And at one point, I thought you’d snap the stem of that martini glass. Deep breathing always calms me.” Wet and totally wonderful, his lips glided over her double crown. “Stressful day job?” If he only knew. “My career makes me very happy.” And dateless most of the time. Brad’s fingers changed position and fused around her hip, but he missed not a 11

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single beat. “I live for my business, but…” “Care to dance?” Sour breath belched from the drunken dancer’s lips. A fat hand covered in black hairs grabbed for her arm, and the strange man snickered. “I can show you a better time.” She back-stepped. This one’s harmless. Too drunk to do anything but pass out in another ten or so minutes. Brad insinuated himself between her and the offensive patron. “She’s with me. Take your act elsewhere.” Drawn to full height, Brad towered a good foot over her. A wave of his hand brought a bouncer toward them. A tic pulsed in Brad’s left cheek. His chin drew into a firm line and his fingers closed into a tight fist. “No problem.” The man slinked away, whipped before he even got started. Brad gripped her waist and spun her body closer. “Sorry about that.” Jade swallowed the laughter whole. “Thank you. It’s not often I have someone rush to my rescue.” Actually, no one ever got a chance. His hands snaked down to her hips, and he guided their bodies together. Perfect, like pieces of a puzzle. Her pussy ached for attention, and the minor confrontation only made his erection more pronounced. Here was a man who’d at least fight for a woman’s honor. At each exhalation, Brad’s belt buckle bore against her lace-covered belly. As a salsa tune surrounded them, she counted backwards from ten. No use. The rampant stirrings in her sex escalated along with the decibel level. “I can’t stand women being taken for granted.” She hooked her thumbs into the keepers of his jeans. Denim rasped against the undersides of her fingers with each thrust of his hips. One look into his eyes and her world turned upside down. She let go and laid her right hand above his heart. Beneath the sage-green silk, his second-most vulnerable organ thumped in a race against itself. With a growl, he fitted his hands at the nip of her waist. Her flesh burned from his touch. If he got any harder, those zipper teeth would splay open. Laughter rumbled low in his throat, and his right hand waltzed toward her belly. Meeting her gaze, he plunged his thumb into her navel and swirled it around. A bolt of heat shot from her midriff to her pussy. Peel him off before you do something you shouldn’t. She stared past his shoulder. “Careful. These stiletto heels can really mess with a man’s instep and concentration.” 12

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He tipped her face toward the lights casting circular patterns of raspberry and sapphire-blue. “They’re not the only things.” A hint of breath mint carried on his last word. The scrape of her heels blended with the hiss of his breath. Between his parted lips shone a row of straight teeth. Despite several harmless nudges from others on the dance floor, he matched her step for step. Brad Masters was the perfect partner. He slumped to accommodate their height disparity, and his nose traced tiny swirls over her left temple. “Care for another dance or would you rather sit the next couple out?” The words landed hot and heavy on her cheek. “I’d rather go upstairs.” Brad stopped dancing as the song ended. If she wanted upstairs, then upstairs it was. He combed her hair free from the earrings. “Hotter than usual in here tonight. Some cold bottled water?” “No, thanks. I’d rather go somewhere we can talk.” Talk? Gone were the hard nipples under the white lacy shirt. This woman shifted from seduction mode faster than if he’d shoved a cube of ice up her sexy ass. Then, again, lots of women he’d known were like that. Jade smiled, turned and headed straight for the steps. Mysterious women excited him, but these days business took up more of his time than pleasure. The distance between them lengthened, and he sprinted in her direction. Her hips swayed with each extension of her bare legs. As she climbed the steps ahead of him, the tight leather mini crackled. His mouth watered at the vanilla scent floating in front of his face. Her narrow heels crushed the carpet lining the steps. “I should have let you lead the way.” “You’re doing fine on your own.” “Let me know if I make a wrong turn.” Don’t try to hide your arousal, pretty lady. You feel the heat exchanged between our bodies. He sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. She might be petite, but she walked proud. Definitely used to taking care of herself. Forget any notion of her being easy. The bundle of energy two steps ahead made granite seem soft. The club’s books required his review, but keeping company with her for a little while wouldn’t deflect him from duty for long. 13

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Jade’s hand closed around the doorknob. A slight turn and soft moans floated into the hallway. Brad tapped her shoulder. “Not that office.” His head jerked sideways. “The one you just passed.” Patchouli and other spices assailed her quivering nostrils. Hmmm. Something delicious was happening. Her clit pulsed. Walking into the wrong room might reveal a bit more about Brad Master’s world. More than he’d likely share with her tonight. One foot followed the other, and she entered the semi-lit room. Bathed in an opalescent glow, a naked couple wielded art brushes. A thick tuft of either animal hair or acrylic sprouted from the brush’s ends. Shivers chased up her spine, and she advanced toward the center of the room where they lay on a furry black blanket. The man dabbed paint over the large nipple of his partner while her hand pumped his thick cock. “Join us.” The words hissed from the young raven-haired woman’s lips. “We’ll lick off all the chocolate we put on your legs.” A short giggle followed her wink. “Or wherever you want.” Several fingers danced against the bare flesh of her belly. Brad’s moist lips met with her ear. “Maybe you didn’t hear me, Jade. This isn’t my office.” Legs stiffened, she repelled his repeated tugs. “Looks like more is happening in here.” “Come over here.” Pale blonde spikes covered the guy’s scalp. Below his taut abs at least eight inches of cock stabbed toward the ceiling. “Promise I won’t bite.” He fanned the brush in her direction. Some of the liquid trickled over the top of his hand. His partner in body painting rose to her knees. “Mmmm. Let me suck that off.” “No.” Jade sniffed and stepped to the stud’s left while his partner hovered on the right. “I’m starving for some dessert.” Jade swooped and snatched his hand toward her face. Her tongue met with the spicy chocolate. From the base of his knuckles to his wrist, she licked off the warm liquid. “Open those legs.” The semi-soft bristles of the mystery man’s damp brush tickled her inner thigh. “Let me paint your pussy.” With a squeal, his partner flung her brush against the fur drop cloth and bent over his cock. Still licking the stickiness from her lips, Jade clamped her legs together. Loud 14

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slurps mingled with low growls. No use. Her panties got wetter with each passing second. “Like Hell.” Brad scooped her into his arms and bore her kicking legs and struggling body toward the door. “We didn’t come up here to waste time with the likes of you.” “What about the mess I made on her leg?” The bass voice of the blonde cover guy caressed her from head to head. His lip-servicing partner continued her sucking. Brad’s grip tightened. “I’ll deal with that.”

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push him off faster than an eiderdown comforter. The hazel iris in his right eye trained on her face while his left eye remained closed. What was he doing? Too weird. Slowly, he drifted his abbreviated gaze downward to her chest. Her center wasn’t balanced and neither were her emotions. She closed her eyes. Without a doubt, she had to get her hands free. Relax those shoulders. Deep breaths. Stay focused. Damn. Her body rebelled against logic and melted against Brad’s. Inside her brain, the voice of reason screamed. Don’t let your attraction to him cloud your judgment or get in the way of the pending business that brought you here. “Let me up or…” “What? Relax.” Brad lowered his body onto hers. When he reached forward, the spicy notes of his cologne made her nostrils quiver. She raised her arms and folded them over her chest. The bulging front of his jeans met with her leather-clad crotch. Another swallow almost sent the gum sailing down her throat, but her tongue trapped it against the roof of her mouth. “Back off or something might happen that shouldn’t.” Happen? Who wanted anything to happen in this weird position? Brad stared at the lamp and cursed his luck. The only thing he wanted right now was his missing contact lens. “I have to turn on the light.” He straightened and stretched an arm behind her head. The heel of her hand impacted his chin and sent him backwards. Warmth spread down his neck and spine, and he toppled off the couch, muttering profanities during his descent. Something jabbed his leg and he changed position. One look confirmed his suspicion. He snatched the sexy shoe and tossed it back to her. “Sonofabitch. What’s the matter with you?” Brad shook his head to clear the buzzing. His eyes could have focused on anything, but they chose her chest. The heaviness built in his balls. There were those pink nipples again. Ready to suck and probably tasting like vanilla cream. “You, Brad Masters. Since you have no control over yourself, I took control for both of us.” She replaced the shoe on her tiny foot. “Some control. Don’t move another muscle. Stay over there.” 16

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“You like dominating women, don’t you? Guess I showed you the error of your ways. Where’s your nerve now?” On his knees, he crawled forward, scanning every fiber of the cream-colored carpeting. “Not down here, but my contact lens is.” “What?” “When we first came in, I rubbed my eye and my left contact lens popped out.” He glanced over his right shoulder and into her flushed face. “Sorry if it seemed I was after something I wasn’t.” Her glossy lips moved, but no sound came out. After a short while, she heaved a long sigh. The golden heart pendant sparkled at the base of her throat. “Whydidn’tyoutellmethatinthefirstplace?” She was so sexy when riled, and her words tangled together much like their bodies had earlier. “I’m sorry, too.” “Maybe if we rewound the last five minutes?” “Wouldn’t work. We should keep looking for that lens.” She finger combed a strand of golden-blonde hair from her face. “It’ll be ruined.” Brad filled his fists with clumps of carpet tuft and returned his attention to the search. Less than ten feet behind him was a woman whose body, mouth and brain never quit. Squinting like a pirate gave him a headache. Verbal sparring with her did much the same. He opened his fingers and thumped the carpet with his palm. No use. Time to grab a spare pair out of the desk drawer. “Don’t worry about it.” “Where did you lose it?” His contact was replaceable, but if he spent enough time around this woman, he’d lose all self-control. “You’re a woman who doesn’t give up, do you?” “I bet I’ll find it.” Give her a chance. Back off and see what happens. For the first time in his life, he’d met a woman who could stand her own with him. Leather swished and she sprang into action beside him. “Time and patience are two things I have plenty of.” Brad swiped a hand across his forehead. She’d actually made him sweat. She knelt, carefully felt her way around the immediate area, and pointed in the direction of the desk. “Want me to look over there? Don’t worry. I wear contacts too. Mine are soft.” Just like her freckled skin. Must be a redhead who preferred the over-processed 17

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look. Bent over the carpeting, honey-golden hair teased the tops of her shoulders. A smile bunched her cheeks, and she turned toward him. “That’s why you shoved me out of the way in the first place.” “Not shoved. I lost my balance.” And my head. On all fours, she picked her way across the carpet. Her gorgeous ass rose into the air. Both thighs swiped together with each crawl forward. He drew in another deep breath of her vanilla perfume. Before him crouched a toned tigress who needed taming. Nah. Forget it. He was too busy to take on that task tonight or ever. High-maintenance women weren’t in his plans. “Ahh.” She reached down, plucked something from the carpet, and scampered over to him. The fingers of her empty hand stroked his arm, while her cupped palm rested under his nose. “Mission accomplished.” Brad claimed the wayward lens. “Not quite.” “Oh? You’ve lost something else down here?” He stood and approached the desk. After placing the lens in an empty case containing saline solution beside his blotter, he crossed to where she knelt. Her curvy body stiffened as he drew her up and into his arms. “Even though you don’t trust my motives, I’m going to give you a reward for finding that lens.” “What did you have in mind?” “Something you’ll remember for a long time, Miss…?” “I don’t give out my last name to strangers.” Strangers? Time to let that lush mouth do more than back talk. Brad played his lips softly against cinnamon-flavored ones. Spicy, just like the woman who wore the gloss. She might put up one steely façade, but she was definitely a combination of wounded soul and hellcat. His balls quivered at the current of hot air from her nostrils. “We’ve shared a couple dances together. That makes us more than strangers.” Teasing his tongue between her lips and teeth, he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked it. A soft moan rattled in her throat. Underneath his hands, her body tensed. Say goodnight before it’s too late. If he didn’t back off, she’d probably land another blow, this time below the belt. As she pulled away, his mind reeled at the potency of her kiss. “Coming up for 18

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air?” He raked his hands over his jeans. Keep those fingers busy before they reveal more of Jade than her outfit does. She pulled a tissue from the box on the desk and wiped off the chocolate smear on her calf. A graceful extension of her arm delivered the tissue to the trashcan. “I can hold my breath longer than most. Nice chatting with you, Brad, but I have a business appointment tomorrow morning.” Humming, she retrieved her small bag from the couch and opened the office door. “Eleven o’clock.” “Same here. Trade you places?”

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Chapter Two

Jade’s bangs clung to her forehead, and she flipped them back. It shouldn’t be this hot at only six thirty in the morning. Only the coffee maker here at the bureau office failed more often than the central air-conditioning system the past couple weeks. She tipped the water bottle to her lips and drank half the remaining contents. Still, she wouldn’t miss the snowy winters in Manhattan one minute. Not even a second. The promise of garnering that promotion was more than enough reason to toss her sweaters into a storage container forever. Larry Prescott stirred his coffee and flicked the straw aside. “Well, what’s he like up close and personal?” “A ladies’ man. I think I can persuade Brad to cooperate with us. I’m glad you’re my partner in this mess.” “Thanks. Hope you can get him on our side. We need him to bring down Harry Shelton and his drug-trafficking empire. For almost three years we’ve been getting closer. No cigar, only dead ends. Harry’s always several steps ahead of us.” “Not with me undercover. I promised Major Torrez I’d help crack this case. Nothing ever stopped me in Manhattan, and nothing will stop me in Miami.” Miguel Navarro swaggered toward them. “You always get what you set out for. At least that’s what we were told.” He extended his bandage-free right hand and nodded toward his right. “Injured that while putting out a kitchen fire. My eight-year-old daughter decided to melt chocolate on the stove burner. Anyway, you have my vote of confidence, Hunter. Bring that scum in, and Miami-Dade will remember your name for years to come.” Mmmmm. Melted chocolate. Stiff bristles. Stiffer cocks. Snap out of it, Hunter. “Thanks, guys. Your confidence is appreciated. I won’t rest until Shelton’s brought down. He’s quite busy in Miami and along the Eastern Seaboard. Three hotels. 20

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Two small casinos. Various restaurants and boutiques. A lot of legit combined with even more dishonest sh—” “Got that right. Appreciate your optimism, Jade.” Larry headed in the direction of their boss, Major Manny Torrez. No matter how many times she blinked, the burning and grittiness remained. Time to close out the computer file and put her research to use in the field. Familiar with some of Harry’s foibles and sexual preferences, she was more than ready to do battle with one of the dirtiest criminals and drug traffickers on the East Coast. She’d bring the bastard down without fail.

**** The heels of Jade’s Ferragamos clicked upon contact with the tiled flooring inside Karma’s entrance. Almost eleven and show time. So much for a silent approach. She glanced down at her feet. Men like Brad couldn’t resist fuck-me heels. “Can I help you?” a voice called out. Her nails dug into her palms. She’d recognize that gravelly tone anywhere. It belonged to the bartender who’d mixed the martini for her last night. He had the worst way with women. Tall men were attractive, but this one was greasier than the fry baskets at any diner. Only bad boys like Brad Masters quickened her pulse and shifted her sex drive out of park. Business before pleasure. Repeat often. “I’m here to meet with Brad Masters.” She flashed her most seductive smile and winked. He gestured for her to lead, but she declined. Better to keep an eye on him from behind. A silver concho flashed on the side of his left cowboy boot as he climbed the steps. “Last night you spent a good bit of time up here with my boss.” Last night? Don’t remind me. “Mmmmm.” Upon reaching the top step, he strode ahead while she stared at the closed door to Brad’s office. What happened between them last night couldn’t affect her behavior today. Business before pleasure. Hopefully, he’d cooperate to the fullest extent. As she paused with her back against the office door, the bartender clomped down the stairs. Sucking in a long breath, she blew it out, turned and knocked. “Come in.” 21

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Cool against the palm of her damp hand, the doorknob yielded to her touch. One whiff of Brad’s spicy cologne and her pulse quickened. Never in her many years in police work had she been sexually attracted to any of her informants. But Brad Masters wasn’t just any man. The whirring of an adding machine combined with the low hum of the airconditioning. Deep breaths. Focus on your detail. Remember how lust has always wrought havoc in your life? The details of Harry Shelton’s file played in her mind. Give Brad the benefit of the doubt. Consider him innocent until you’ve proven him guilty. Leading with her hips, she paraded past the entrance, closed the door and headed toward Brad and the paper-strewn desktop. Waves of unruly black hair spilled over his forehead. He had sexy down in spades. The pen he held skipped over the pages of a canary-yellow legal tablet. White-knuckled from his efforts, Brad glanced up. “Hey? What timing. Are you here to wish me luck before the cop comes to… forget I said that.” He flashed her a heart-stopping smile. “Sorry for not explaining my loss of balance earlier last night. I’ve been on edge lately.” Jade curled her lips toward her teeth and bit down. On edge? That was for cats prowling on fire escapes. And men hiding more than their bank balances and bed partners. His long pink tongue snaked down the side of the pen. The wet flap of flesh stroked the Montblanc just as he had her emotions last night. “Here in Miami, you can’t even run a law-abiding business. The cops are always breathing down your neck. Possible corrupt business practices? Don’t know why they assume I’m a carbon copy of my uncle. Guilty by association, I suppose? Not that you’d care about my shitty life, but I’d have a better time talking to you than to them.” A gnawing claimed her gut. No sense tolerating another second of his negativism. “Fine. Talk. You have your chance starting now.” His classy pen ripped through the sheet of paper beneath it. “Huh?” “I’m the cop who’s assigned to work with you in bringing Harry Shelton down. Here’s hoping you’ll cooperate.” Brad’s smile faded and his full lips flopped open. She extended her hand in greeting. “Meet the newest undercover agent who’s been assigned to this case, Mister Masters.” 22

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He squirmed like a worm pinched between a fisherman’s fat fingers. “You? You are joking, right? I mean…there’s no way you’re J. Hunter? You—you don’t look like a cop.” Jade flashed her badge. “The very same. The “J” stands for Jade, but only my eyes are green. If there’s dishonesty in your dealings, it won’t escape my scrutiny. For now, you can relax. Harry Shelton is the man of my hour.” Brad swallowed hard. Such passion in her voice. A babe to reckon with. One with a hot body built for more than police work. He’d do anything to get to know her better. Cooperation with her and the cops could have its perks. He pushed away from the desk. Wait a minute. Since when did he allow his sexual desires to dictate a decision as serious as this one? Watching an attractive woman was one thing. Working with her on surveillance of his uncle quite another. Legs leaden, he stood and forced a smile. She’d see through his veneer, but what the hell? “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get us something to drink from downstairs.” “Thank you, but I’m fine for now.” Those smoldering bedroom eyes of hers watched every move he made. “Here, I jotted this down.” He passed her the yellow-lined tablet. “Names of Harry’s associates and friends. Also, dates and times of his meetings at Karma.” She accepted his offering and slinked away. The silky red fabric of the skirt clung to her curvy ass. When she chose the couch, he heaved a long sigh. She settled against the leather cushions, and one luscious leg crossed over the other. She was using sex as a weapon to disarm him, but those bare thighs might… “You’re aware that the last man who owned this nightclub is this close to being convicted of drug-trafficking?” She brought her fingers almost together. “Harry Shelton might have been popular with his patrons, but Miami-Dade has found him a bit, shall we say, dirty. A suspected drug trafficker. Word on the street has it, he ordered several hits in the past month.” “He is a two-time loser.” Brad tapped his head. “A bit off up here, if you know what I mean? Aren’t they going to put more guys on this case? That’s what they’ll need to investigate him. He’s damned smart. A woman would fall hard and quick.” “Mister Shelton’s mental status doesn’t concern me, but your awareness of his operations may prove helpful.” “I only know about his hotels and business holdings. Whatever else he’s into 23

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hasn’t ever involved me.” “Why does the fact I’ve been assigned to this case bother you? Not convinced I can take care of myself? I assure you I’m quite capable of outmaneuvering most anyone.” “Take a look at this.” He flicked his finger against the computer screen. “I’ve opened a file that will interest you. It’s about his newest club, Pandora’s Box. That might be where most, if not all, of the recent deals are taking place.” “We’re already aware of that. I need to obtain employment there. You’re going to be the one to introduce me.” Jade retrieved a small notebook from her purse. This beauty was almost too classy for a cop, especially one who worked mean streets like the ones here in Miami. She stood, conquered the distance between them and passed the notebook to him. “That has my information on it. I’m Azure Blue. No specific place of residence. A drifter of sorts. I have a history of stripping that stretches over ten years. Think you can convince him to hire me?” Her wet lips quivered slightly. Go for it. She probably won’t be shocked at what you say. He dragged his thumb over the glossy gold notebook cover. “I can try, but there are certain criteria that must first be met. I’m responsible for selecting most of the new talent-” “Talent? You call bumping, grinding and shoving my pussy into a man’s face, talent? Some of us work and live hard to pay our rent.” “Hey, who am I to judge? It makes money. That’s the bottom line for us club owners. And my bottom line is all legit.” Her frown softened and dimples appeared. Dimples he’d love to lick. “What do I need to do? Do you perform the preliminary interview?” The pink lips puckered. How to answer this one? “In a matter of speaking, yes. I’ll have to see your act.” Those green eyes blazed and burned him to the bone. “When and where? Wait. First, let me see the file you mentioned.” You’re a hellcat, Jade Hunter. What a pleasure it will be conducting your interview. Fingers damp, he pulled the padded leather chair back from his desk. “Sure. Here’s the best seat in the house.” He sat down and patted his lap. “Unimpeded access at your disposal.” Those eyes flashed with emerald fire. 24

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She nodded to her right. “This other chair will work fine, thank you. I won’t miss anything you show me.” “No!” He counted down the seconds as her heart-shaped ass and full hips headed for the spare chair. After only a slight tug across the tufted carpet, one of the chair’s legs wobbled, and the piece of dilapidated furniture pitched against the side of the desk. He studied the faint stain on his blotter. “Never got around to getting that fixed. Sorry. You know how it goes. Business keeps me occupied most of the time.” “So you say.” He drummed his fingers on the desk. Another glance into those beguiling eyes found them calmer. “Really, I don’t want you hurting or bruising yourself. Uncle Harry likes smooth skin. I don’t mean you any malice, Miss Hunter. I offered you another seat, but you refused.” She planted her tiny feet near his chair and leaned over. “Do you fulfill any other duties for Harry? Other than being his flesh-finder, that is?” Soft and minted, her sexy breath took his away. How would her lips and tongue feel against his cock and balls? “I’m responsible for the portfolios.” “That’s all you do after dark? What are these portfolios?” “I thought you wanted to learn more about my Uncle Harry, not my personal life? Who and what I do is my business. Legitimate business. I don’t have anything to hide.” Except for my attraction to you, pretty woman. Touchy, touchy. Jade replayed the case details and weighed her options. She gripped the armrest of the captain’s chair and settled against his thighs. Warmth emanated from his body and infused her with erotic energy. She inhaled his spiciness and shifted. Much better than any rickety old chair. Though layers of fabric separated them, the curve of his hard cock pressed against her left buttock. One finger tapped her shoulder. “Find what you’re looking for?” “Absolutely. This is interesting.” With each word spoken, her concentration waned along with her resolve. Even worse, the dampness between her legs intensified. Brad reached in front of her and retrieved a sheaf of papers. “I couldn’t agree more.” As his arm retreated, his wrist brushed against her right breast. Almost instantly, her nipples hardened. Business before pleasure. “This shouldn’t take much longer.” 25

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Brad’s hot breaths played against the nape of her neck. “Are you sure?” Jerking forward, she bumped the desk blotter. The tall glass of water toppled over. Its contents dripped over the desk edge and onto her lap, cooling her hot crotch but soaking her skirt. With his assistance, she stood and picked the clinging fabric away from her legs. Several ice cubes clattered against the plastic chair mat. A warm hand rested on her shoulder. “What a mess. Please, let me help you?” So, this Casanova had a chivalrous streak? Brad spun her around, and their bodies collided. Water trickled down her legs. Terrific. She was soaked from her pussy to her pumps. “Don’t worry.” Yeah, right. “It’s only water.” Brad stripped off his navy-blue polo shirt. A halo of black hairs framed his coral nipples. Every time he tapped the folded garment against her crotch and legs, she bit back a scream. Where was her self-control when she needed it most? Probably in the puddle on the floor. “I can manage fine. There’s a ladies lounge downstairs.” “You’re not going down there soaking wet. Those guys don’t need distractions, and you don’t need their rude comments.” He knelt in front of her, blotting the water and gently massaging her crotch with the crumpled shirt. His back muscles rippled and fanned underneath tan flesh. This man was no stranger to a regular weightlifting and cardio routine. Check out his background, not his body. She drifted her gaze to the water dripping down her left leg. Too early to tell if he was on Miami-Dade’s side or not. He’s an intelligent guy who makes no apologies for his attractiveness. “There.” He remained in a crouch and surveyed the dampness remaining. “Much better.” The last two words rushed from between his lips. Did those lips tell lies or the truth? “Thanks for the help. I’ll be fine. A walk in the sunshine will dry me off in no time.” He raised his head, and his deep-hazel eyes smoldered with the sexuality he didn’t try hiding. “If you say so.” His nose rested an inch from her pussy. “Tell me something before I agree to cooperate with your investigation. Can you guarantee my role in this will remain covert?” Guarantee? In life, there were no guarantees. Don’t let him distract you. “That’s out of my control and in the hands of my 26

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superiors.” “I won’t go underground. This club is my life.” His jaw clenched, and then relaxed. “Tell me one more thing before you leave. You don’t think I’m involved in any drug-trafficking activity, do you? I might interview the girls, and catch some of the newest talent at his club, but my act stays clean. I don’t deal in drugs or anything else illegal.” “From what I’ve researched, you’re telling me the truth.” Reel him in. “But if you try to jerk me around in any way, or expose me once I’m in position, you’ll pay the price.” “No one’s agreed to anything yet. Let me think about it. If you want, I’ll take you to Pandora’s Box tonight. If after seeing what goes on there you still want to play, okay. I’ll go through the motions, introduce you and pretend to check out your background.” Brad stood and squared his shoulders. Pandora’s Box. Miami’s newest underground playground for the rich and eroticminded. “What time should I be ready?” “Seven-thirty. Pandora’s Box. Actually on second thought, I think you’re ready now.” “Wearing this many clothes? I’d never pass any up-close-and-personal inspection. You’ll get me an audience with your uncle tonight?” “Without a doubt. He’s always willing to welcome gorgeous talent. But there is another matter. He likes to keep a file, a portfolio of sorts, on each of his dancers.” “You want me to pose? That’s ridiculous.” “If you want to escape scrutiny, that’s his policy. Even then, he’ll have any number of people checking on you and your background.” Enough is enough. Brad probably made up that line about portfolios and got off on snapping pictures of women’s pussies. But if she seemed skittish, he might decide against going through with further camera surveillance here at Karma and providing an introduction. If so, more fieldwork would be down the drain. “We appreciate your letting us install those surveillance cameras and recording devices in the Blue Room.” “Your partner in crime-solving, Larry something-or-other, showed me where they’d be positioned. Another guy did the installation.” Only time would tell if Brad was involved in dirty dealings or not. “And we 27

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appreciate your cooperation.” A roll of her shoulders, and the sheer blouse grazed her tender nipples. “You know, Harry could still be using your club…the club he used to own, as a front. If that’s the case, and you don’t continue to cooperate, we’ll conclude you’re in with him.” “Of course, but I’m not. Trust me. If I go through with this, I’m in it for the long haul. Why would I bother unless I knew I could deliver him to you? This is risky business for you and me.” “I can take care of myself. If I survived in New York City, I can make it in Miami.” His gaze refused to meet hers. Was he listening to a single word she said or checking out her designer shoes? He looked up and a sly grin curled his lips. “Care to audition now so I can see how agile you are in those heels?” What was he up to? From the bulge in his khakis, more than just club business. He probably had plenty of hot inches to please and tease every place a woman desired. She dislodged her tongue from the roof of her mouth. “Sure, if it doesn’t take too long. Your bartender promised to feed the meter for me. If he gets busy, he might forget.” Brad waved off her concern. “He won’t.” He crossed to the couch and settled back against the sumptuous leather, both legs spread wide. “Keep your weight balanced on your toes. Work that stripping magic on me.” His words struck her with the force of a storm. “I beg your pardon?” She’d heard him, but it didn’t hurt to confirm. “Work those hips and ass. Let me see if you’re a natural. If you’re not, you won’t pass Uncle Harry’s inspection. He can spot an amateur a mile away.” “I suppose you’ve inherited the same abilities?” Dimples formed beside his kissable lips. “Damned straight.” “Do you want a peek or the whole picture?” She’d done this routine so many times it was rote. Just like brushing her teeth or combing her hair. “Take off the skirt. He might want you for lap dances.” “Anything else required for you to make a decision?” “Topless would help.” He stood and headed for the doorway. His shoes slapped against the plush carpeting. A sharp click of the lock sounded, and he resumed his place on the couch. 28

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Jade unfastened her blouse, teasing one button open at a time. With a shrug, the shirt slipped down over her shoulders and sifted to the floor. Cupping each breast, she spun toward him and pulled the demi panels downward. Both pink nipples peaked above the white lace. One more squeeze popped the golden clasp open. “How am I doing so far?” She played peek-a-boo and pinched the taut nipples between her fingers. “Not too shabby for a beginner.” “Beginner? Sit back and prepare for a show you won’t forget.” A simple stretch of her arms behind her back, and the delicate bra dangled over her wrists. Laughing, she tossed it his way. Without missing a beat, Brad caught the lingerie. While his long fingers fondled the underwire, his nose buried in the lace. A hot current shot through her sex, and more cum spilled. He gnawed his way up one satin strap. “Glad to see those tits are natural.” She closed the distance between them. “I’d do lots of things but never go under the knife.” Her nipples tingled more with each pinch she exerted. He reached for her, his fingers brushing against the front of her skirt. “The top’s bared, how about the bottom? That heart-shaped ass will seal your deal.” She pivoted slightly, turned away from him and spanked her left buttock. “Think so?” “I know so. Need help with your zipper?” Several of his fingers snaked along the skirt’s waistband. White heat filled her pussy. “I can manage fine by myself.” “A lot of those girls say the same, but they help each other out when the urge hits. Any number of dildos and fingers are jammed into those hot holes. Sometimes, they lick—” “Sorry, I won’t be joining the party. I need more than group gropes or sex toys to get off.” “How much more?” “Nine, ten inches. Thick and hard…and real.” Her palms dampened. Easy does it. You’re not here to turn him on. Legs splayed wide, she pushed his hands out of the way and eased the zipper down the track. The crepe fabric whispered as her skirt floated to the floor. Stepping free 29

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of the garment, she backed toward his face. See how he likes the view from my thong. “You still back there, Brad? I haven’t put you to sleep, have I?” “Fuck no. You call it from here, Jade.” “Call what?” “Every shot. I won’t touch unless I’m invited.” Her brain screamed. Remember, this is your job. Any madness has a proper motive. “My ears are sensitive. One move toward your zipper and the game’s over. Your cock has to stay in your pants.” His right hand connected with her bare ass cheek. “You’re a beautiful woman. If you work it this well for Uncle Harry, you’re in.” Jade balanced on the balls of her stilettoed feet and straddled his right leg. Concentrate. Let him see you at your sexiest. She gyrated her hips to a primal beat playing only in her mind. Lower, lower she bobbed her crotch. The heat from his leg rolled toward her bare flesh. Keep those leg muscles tense. Bring him to the edge before stopping. “How do you keep your body in such fine shape, Jade?” “Martial arts. Are you liking my performance?” “Keep it up.” Two of his fingers parted the cleft of her ass wide, and she shivered. Her arches ached from perching in such a precarious position, but who was she to argue with a hand job? No risk of pregnancy. Letting him get a little closer was worth clinching his participation in this operation. She’d dealt with pimps and dealers before and emerged unscathed. This time wouldn’t prove any exception. One of his fingers rimmed her anus. Then, it plunged deep inside. She bit her tongue and blood seeped into her mouth. “Ever get your body pierced?” His delicious probing continued. “Once, in three places” She squeezed his finger and swallowed the tangy saliva. Actually twice, but that’s a secret. “My nipples and belly button. I played a high-class hooker from Amsterdam. Imported pussy allied with one of New York’s notorious pimps. Brought him down, too. I live for adventure.” Especially, since there isn’t a man in my life to provide excitement. “As long as those guys paying for my dance don’t do something they shouldn’t, things will go fine.” She twisted at his intense touch. Her leg muscles remained taut. The finger 30

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fucking came faster. He was so deep in her ass. Poised above his upper thigh, she stopped dancing on his wrist. “When I pull my finger out, move forward, bend over and flash me a bit of pussy. Maybe I’ll even taste you.” A man of his word, he removed his finger from her tightest hole. A few mincing steps toward the desk put her at the proper angle. She placed her feet wider and pulled the strip of satin aside. Cum dripped onto her hand and she spread it onto her inner thigh. Bending over farther, she rested her trembling hands on the tops of her feet. “Getting a good enough view?” “One hell of a fine close-up.” Another smack landed on her ass and drove her upper body slightly forward. As his thumbnail worked her clit, she squirted. Loud squeaks came from the leather cushions. His hot breath flared against her ass while he thumbed her faster. “You’re quite a woman, Jade. Now I know why you’re a successful undercover agent.” “Why?” At the clicking of his tongue, the hair on the back of her neck raised. What would he do next? Her heart fluttered, and her fingers throbbed from pressing on her feet. “You play the part so damned well. No one would know you aren’t a true bad girl. One more test and then you can get dressed.” His touch faded. She straightened and wobbled. A few centering breaths did the trick. Head held high, Jade turned and faced her watcher. “What kind of test?” “Can you do a backbend?” “Sure. I used to be on the gymnastics team in high school.” “Too bad I wasn’t there to score you.” “Not funny.” She backed away from his grinning face and hard body and braced her legs. Right toe pointed and leg extended slightly, she arched her upper body backward. Her world turned upside down in more ways then one. When her hands met the fuzzy carpeting, Brad howled. “A-fucking-tastic. Here, I’ll help you up.” Every leg muscle cooperated as she rose to a standing position. “Whew.” She combed hair away from her face. “Haven’t tried that in a good while. You approve?” “Without a doubt. Those heels gotta be hell.” 31

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“I’m still collecting evidence.” “Like what?” “That’s confidential.” Once downstairs, Brad draped his arm over her shoulder. “Is that silver Mercedes out there yours?” Compliments of Miami-Dade and her undercover assignment. “Yes. Why?” “No real reason.” He traced a lazy pattern over her upper arm. “Actually, I pictured you driving something red. A Porsche.” “A Porsche? Not on my salary. When I lived in Greenwich Village, I didn’t own a car. Cabs, buses and subways were my transportation. With so much art gear to lug around, a vehicle would have come in handy, but my tolerance for heavy traffic is very low.” With soft, fluttering strokes, his fingertips now played over her eyebrows. “You’re an artist?” “Yes, well, not in the truest sense. I offered occasional workshops for handicapped persons at a rehab center in Upstate New York. A friend always loaned me one of his cars, but…” “You dumped the bastard and moved here to make a fresh start?” Right on both counts. “Since I moved here six months ago, I haven’t had any time for romance. My day job keeps me more than busy. Tonight, I’ll be ready. We’ll check out Harry’s place.” “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She jotted down her contact information and handed him the slip of paper. “You can reach me at this number. The bureau will patch you through.” Brad followed her outside. Her hands trembled in a vain attempt at straightening her rumpled clothing. What was it about this bad boy with a touch of beta that made him so hard to resist? Brad spun her body against his. “I meant what I said earlier. Harry Shelton gets even with those who pry into his business.” “I won’t be prying if I’m on his payroll. Or at least it won’t appear that I’m prying. Deep undercover is what I do best.” Wind tousled the top strands of his jet-black hair. “I don’t like the idea of your 33

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strutting in front of strangers half naked.” Hmmmm? Brad Masters the protective type? “You don’t need to worry about me.” Eight fingertips caressed both of her bare biceps. “Such a strong woman. Don’t you ever stop to enjoy life? Or let an honest businessman lick chocolate off your leg?” “My job comes first.” “A job’s okay from nine to five. What you need is something, someone, to keep you occupied after working hours.” His words passed through her ears and pinged her heart. No. She must protect that vital organ at all costs. “What or who would you suggest?”

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Brad gulped the piss-warm beer. After a short time in that hottie’s company his gut was in knots. What irony. He wanted a woman who wanted a member of his family— but only to put that loser away for life without parole. Uncle Harry had never done him a single favor. Hell, he’d even upped his asking price for “Karma”. So much for family loyalty. Screw it and screw his uncle. Respect Jade Hunter, a class act who can hopefully hold her own against a louse like Harry. If only he could get past other men watching and touching her, he could get past anything. Hit rewind. Getting cozy with a cop posed lots of problems. She lived for her job and might one day die for it. He had to focus on profits not losses. Brad closed his eyes. Indecent images of Jade played in his mind. Honey-blonde hair. A pink, juicy pussy. Tough-as-nails attitude. Skin as soft as silk. A heart that had taken a major hit, if he wasn’t mistaken, but she didn’t let that interfere with duty. The man who carried her over any threshold had better be ready for the ride of his life. She slipped from his grasp at every turn, but her ass got hotter than Hades while she worked his lap. Undercover assignments evidently turned her on. Where did she get that rock-hard body? Certainly not by staring at a computer screen. She’d mentioned martial arts. He raked his hands over his thighs. Damn. To Jade Hunter, he was only part of her latest assignment. There were plenty of women who wouldn’t require as much work. But with her around, who wanted them? “What’s got you in such a sore mood?” Nick Beale passed the cleaning cloth over the counter and edged it past Brad’s hand. He winced at the bartender’s words. How much had Nick witnessed or gossiped about when it came to Jade and him? “It’s that latest lap dancer. Quite a hot property. Wants her own way all the time.” Nick whipped the rag over his shoulder. “Never stopped you before.” “This one’s different. Got a great deal of talent. She’s new in town. Azure 35

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A low whistle left his lips. How she worked that body and pout to get her own way. Those lush pink lips pressed so tight against his last night. Her breath came in pants after they parted. She got so wet when that guy smeared chocolate on her leg. Her scent filled his office for hours after she left. His cock stirred behind the metal zipper. But could he trust Jade? He jammed the Ray-bans back on the bridge of his nose. Probably. She needed his cooperation. No way would he let her venture onto Harry’s turf alone. True, she had that wise-ass partner named Larry, but Harry suspected those types. Not so with a member of his own family. The traffic light flashed to the green position. He shifted and eased the Ferrari forward into traffic. He’d only waste his breath trying to dissuade her. Jade made it clear she wouldn’t rest until she brought Harry down. That stiletto-wearing undercover agent had attitude to spare. He slowed, signaled and turned into the parking garage. The front tires scuffed over the ramp, and he headed toward the ticket booth. One strip of flimsy cardboard shot from the slot. Winding down the window, he claimed the ticket. After traveling only a short distance on the lot, his luck held. On the second level, a good spot remained open. He slid into the parking space, put up the window, shifted into park and shut off the engine. Against the back of his head, the leather headrest provided a pillow for the tension in his strap muscles. Only a short distance away from him, the lift doors remained closed. After emerging and aiming the remote, he hurried toward his transport to the lower level. Less than a block from here, the best florist in Miami would soon close. Those pink orchids were meant for a special woman like Jade. Silky petals that were probably the same color as her cheeks after sex or a hot shower. One stab of his finger against the silver button, and the doors swung open. The sexy Miss Hunter was anything but jaded, but for all her worldliness, he’d bet she never had sex in a place like the limited-access suite at Pandora’s Box.

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portfolio. Pandora’s Box. Seven-thirty.” The dial tone buzzed in her ear for a long time while she mulled over his message. Playing an undercover bad girl was the best. This night out on the town would provide good practice. She placed the dry-cleaning over the couch and shoved her bra strap back into place. Besides, she hadn’t been out on a real date for almost two months. A night of naked flesh and fantasy with Brad Masters wouldn’t put the slightest chink in her armor. What harm could a couple hours of erotic entertainment do? “He’s interested…Pandora’s Box. Seven-thirty.” She shook off her pussy-wetting dream. Don’t fall for his smooth talk. Keep your guard up. Your heart isn’t as strong as the rest of you. While putting the groceries away, she plotted her performance—a performance that would rock Brad’s world like never before. Show him you can pull this off without a problem. You’re a summa cum laude graduate of NYU and a veteran undercover operative. Getting to the bottom of Harry’s drug dealing was more than motive enough to put her body on the line. She could switch gears in a heartbeat if things got too intimate between Brad and her. More heroin than ever filtered into Miami via the Southern Corridor. She would play a large part in the sting, but the FBI would assume the main role as soon as she infiltrated Harry’s inner circle. On tiptoe, she placed the container of oatmeal onto the shelf, and then tackled the rest. Soon, only the pile of empty plastic bags remained. She picked up the receiver and dialed her partner Larry. Tonight, they’d play their first undercover gig together. Three on a date was not her style, but she couldn’t operate without backup. Maybe ménage a trois might prove addictive? Maybe double penetration, even while role-playing, would rock her world and give her the orgasms of which she dreamed but never experienced? A familiar raspy voice filled the receiver end. Instead of putting down his sandwich, Larry munched and swallowed while filling her in on several issues. At the end of the call, she slammed the phone back into place. Luckily, she could decipher bolognaand-cheese babble. Time to head for the closet and yet another persona. What type of outfit would appeal to a low-life like Harry Shelton? No real problem. If she chose something that showed lots of skin, color wouldn’t matter. She kicked off her sandals and dashed toward her bedroom. The set of scales 38

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nearby taunted her, and she stepped on. One-hundred-eighteen-pounds. Her fist pumped the air. Those extra five pounds were gone. From the dresser, she snatched her peek-a-boo bra and matching thong panties, turquoise-blue and oh-so mouth-watering. These would be perfect when paired with the black lace wrap top and skin-tight pleather turquoise mini. No good girl tonight. Harry preferred trashy and she’d deliver.

**** Redhead. Bald head. Neither was who he was waiting for. Brad glanced at his watch. Seven-twenty-five and a crowd at Pandora’s Box. Where was Jade? No woman had ever stood him up. The next man attempted to sidestep the bouncer. Behind him, a blonde stood on tiptoe. His mind screamed. Who gave a damn about some pushy patron when behind him walked the sexiest woman in the city? Make no mistake; Jade Hunter appeared ready to party with the best here at Harry’s world of skin and sin. He sprinted toward her and almost collided with a waiter bearing a tray of steaming seafood entrees. Food could wait. He’d rather concentrate on eye-candy Jade. Before the bouncer denied her entrance, Brad intervened. “She’s with me, Damian.” His fingers closed around hers. “Thought you changed your mind.” She winked. “Wouldn’t miss this place for the world.” Tiny hearts dangled from the gold chains of her earrings. He leaned closer and drew in her scent. Sinful. Delicious. Vanilla and maybe some almond. Good enough to eat. Better than any damned, dessert this place served up. Threading himself and her through the crowd, he headed toward the steps. “Hope you like the special table I reserved. Right in the middle of all the action. Wouldn’t even need my contacts. Up close and so damned personal.” “That’s where we’re going in such a hurry?” The heels of her sandals scraped against the polishing floor tiling as she followed behind. “In a little while. But before every great performance, there must be a rehearsal in the Pleasure Room. It’s off limits to other patrons, but I have unlimited access.”

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center of her mouth. “No need to talk. I know what you’re thinking.” The damp palms swiped over her shoulders and headed south. “I’ll bet I can break down your defenses.” “Oh, yeah?” More adrenaline flashed through her body. Another wink and his mouth rested against her ear. “Yeah. I want to help you bring Harry down. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be interested in being with you for more than some undercover assignment.” Why argue? Her nipples tightened, and the wetness between her legs intensified. “One false move, and…” He reached between them and untied the knotted fabric below her breasts. Both ends of the shirt fell free. Bending her back, he filled his mouth with her breast. Each rasp of his tongue over her nipples brought another flash of heat to her pussy. As he backed away, she straightened, sucked in a deep breath and blew it out toward the undulating mattress. Zzzssssppp. No need to look. His fingers splayed over her pleather-clad bottom, and he drew her tight against him. Against her bare belly, his hard cock stretched. Pubic hairs tickled just above her navel. Almost as though willed by his touch, all heat in her body pooled at their intimate connection. “Don’t fight me. For once, surrender control, Jade Hunter. True, I love women.” He met her gaze with an unwavering one of his own. “But I’d love a chance to make you happy even more. If only for an evening or two.” Surrender control. Surrender control. Not an option tonight, handsome. She remained silent and stared past him. Brad backed away and climbed off the waterbed. A drawer opened and items scraped over the bottom at his fumbling. Wood slapped against wood at the drawer’s closure, and he reappeared brandishing a plastic bottle. She swallowed hard. “What’s that for?” There it was again, the wink that made her heart do abnormal things. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Leaning back, her fingers closed around the cervical bolster pillow. A shove sent it onto the carpeted floor with a thump. She eased backwards until the soles of her feet met with the smooth, cool display glass. “Come closer and put your hands over my shoulders, Jade.” 41

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Lips closed tight over a reply, she conceded to his request. The squishy mattress dipped and swayed as they sought its center. His hands fitted over her bottom and squeezed. Before a moan left her mouth, he worked those devilish digits upward. Up over her spine and upper back muscles, he played his thumbs. The tension bunched at her center lifted. Drifting her gaze to the right wall, she watched an angelfish flirt with a plump fuchsia fish amidst some moss and fern. “Mmmm.” She winced at her outburst. While you’re letting him know how good he’s making you feel, why don’t you tell the whole world? His touch faded and a soft snap sounded. An even softer sucking noise echoed as jelly left the plastic bottle. Peppermint filled the air, and she took a deep whiff. The hemline of her skirt rolled toward her crotch and stopped at the point where her legs met her upper torso. Laughter rumbled low in Brad’s throat. She backed slightly away. “I’m not finished yet.” The last word growled from his lips. Openmouthed, she watched him. The fingers of his left hand peeled back the soaking wet crotch panel of her thong panties, and the right hand dove inside. At contact with his mint-gelled slippery fingers, she ground against his hand. The thumb drove over her clit, while a couple of his fingers plunged into her heat. He brought his left hand out of hiding and placed two fingers over her trembling lips. “Close your eyes. Don’t fight me. Enjoy. Tonight, it’s all about Jade.” Back and forth, deeper, deeper, the fingers worked. Every muscle in her pussy milked the probing digits. She rode his wrist, wetting him with each in-stroke. Behind the blackness of her eyelids, visions from the aquariums swam. Gorgeous fancy stingray. Coral-gray squid. The delicate fins of the angelfish. Tiny bubbles of water frothing upward. Another ball of heat shot past her belly and zinged down her legs. Her toes curled toward the bottoms of her feet, and her release gushed into Brad’s hand. Her moans ricocheted off the glass walls and ceiling. The probing ceased, and his hand pulled away. She sucked in a deeper breath and collapsed against him. The satin coverlet whispered as he wiped his hand. Face it, Jade Hunter. In less than ten minutes, he got his wish and you failed. You lost all control to another man. “Ready to put on the performance of your life, pretty woman?” 42

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**** Out in the main access area of Pandora’s Box, the temperature had surged a good many degrees since they’d walked through over a half hour ago. Purple laser lights swirled and settled on the sinewy body of a lingerie-clad lap dancer. Additional shafts of light sliced across the stage and bathed the woman’s body in eerie golden stripes. Music pulsed throughout the club. Someone favored a Salsa beat. Jade sniffed and slammed into Brad as a waitress weaved past. Steamed crabs and clams. Definitely shrimp cocktail. A deeper breath made her stomach churn. Food would settle her pangs, but only if consumed in small amounts. Nerves and too much nourishment weren’t a good combination. As they passed another entangled couple, she stole a glance at the woman’s bare thighs. So much for intimate interludes. No wonder this place was by special invitation only. See and be seen. Jade shrugged and straightened her shoulders. If she couldn’t beat them, tonight she’d join them and remain as deep undercover as possible. “Glad you could make it.” Brad stopped and hugged her so close the next breath rushed from her lips. “Did you enjoy the rehearsal?” “All in a day’s work and part of the plan. A plan that won’t fail. Thank you for the lovely orchids. They were delivered just as I finished dressing for tonight.” “Something told me you’d enjoy them.” She scanned the crowd. Several hundred feet to her right, her partner Larry nodded. Her heart thumped. When they reached their booth table, Jade settled against the plum leather seat, and Brad eased in beside her. A chocotini shimmered in a clear starshaped cocktail glass. Brad forgot very little. He had a head for business, woman and the little things—especially her drink and floral preferences. From the side, a waiter swept into view and pressed menus into their outstretched hands. After their orders were placed, she sipped the drink and swallowed the bittersweet liquid. “When does this place really heat up?” “All in due time. Harry likes prolonging the suspense.” “I’m sure he does. Larry’s here. To Harry and everyone else, he’s Sal, an art dealer with a drug habit. For the past couple of years, Larry’s established a part-time presence at a Miami gallery. The gallery’s actual owner, Michael, is cooperating with Miami-Dade. We’ve established that Sal bought the former owner out. Michael keeps up 43

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appearances by being on the showroom floor, but he directs all interested buyers to Larry.” She leaned over and whispered his position to Brad. “Larry knows something about art?” “He’s made it his business to learn everything possible about Art, History, and acquisitions. Pretty convincing. Of course, Michael guides him and makes all final decisions behind the scenes.” Before much more conversation, the waiter delivered their steaming entrées. No appetizers tonight. Well, at least not ones that involved food, only peppermint pussy gel. Her fingers fumbled, and she almost dropped the napkin from her lap. Brad took a bite of his rare steak and waved his fork. “Like I was saying, watch your step. My uncle is very suspicious of anyone he doesn’t know. Your prime rib juicy enough?” She sliced and speared a small medium-well piece of the tender beef. As the fork slipped between her lips, his gaze remained on her mouth. “Mmmm. My steak’s fine.” She swallowed the food and an errant beat of her heart. “Thanks for the warning, but I probably know more about Harry’s ways than you do.” She took a sip of water and almost choked. Less than twenty feet from where they sat, “sandboxes” were being shoved into the center of the stage. Correction, more like adult playpens sans the sand. Clearing her throat, she placed the martini glass near Brad’s and forced a smile. Keep cool. Everything is proceeding as planned, but where was the man of this hedonistic hour? Jade set down her fork and surveyed the sexually charged scene. Where was Harry Shelton? Brad stopped eating and stared at her. “Are you thinking about getting up there? Giving everyone a glimpse at what’s underneath that tight blue skirt?” An intense heat flared between her legs. Driven by the club’s pulse and provocative atmosphere, her pussy ached. Those playpens were interesting. Would Brad like her welcoming him and his dirtiest desires up there? She returned his stare and blew him a loud kiss. Get a good look at us, Harry. If the buzz back at the office could be believed, those sandboxes were for the viewing and sexual pleasure of the audience. The passion pits were reserved in advance, with a waiting list as long as her leg. She squeezed her thighs over the wetness. “Should we make Harry hard while we play in one of those boxes?” 44

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Brad winked and resumed eating. Blood oozed through the fork tines and onto the plate. “One’s already reserved for us. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Watching porn flicks was one thing, starring in them quite another. “I’m ready if you are.” Despite the delectable food, her dinner remained untouched while she absorbed the atmosphere. A few booths away, a willowy brunette peeled off her pumpkin-orange micro shorts and kicked them onto the lap of a black-haired man sporting a crooked grin and a dark-gray silk suit. Underneath, the dancer wore a gold lame thong. Turning away from him, she smacked her ass hard and bent over. Jade drifted her gaze to the man. He pressed the nylon shorts to his face and licked the crotch. Her stomach rumbled. Before she met Harry, she needed some food. Skipped lunches were a great way to lose weight, but why pass up a classy free meal? “What’s up, Jade? Rough day after you left my club? Your stomach’s making more noise than the sound system.” “Just checking out the scenery.” “You’re putting up a good front.” Brad cracked his knuckles. “I’ll bet you any amount you wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sandboxes. You’re brave but not that brave. Besides, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. We can work this operation some other way.” His warm hand found her inner thigh and squeezed it hard. The pads of his fingers stroked the sensitive spots, and she swallowed her protests. Damn him and his sex appeal. I’ll show him and take his bet. He’ll get the surprise of his life and love every second of it. “Are you challenging me?” Did he ever do anything else? Several well-built women headed toward a remote corner of the club. Jade snagged another bite of prime rib and chased it with a large gulp of water. “You wouldn’t mind showing the real Jade?” His fingers massaged above her knee. The glass impacted with the plum damask tablecloth, and her fork struck the fancy China plate. No, she wouldn’t, but only the real undercover one. Keep him guessing. “Maybe? Maybe not?” “It’s almost show time. Don’t look up and to your left. Uncle Harry sits up there. Has a special booth with one-way glass. He checks out the action almost every night 45

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From lace bras to leather outfits fit for a dominatrix, the temptresses who’d soon fill the sandbox primped and changed into a variety of costumes. Quite an interesting dressing room, but a bit too public. A couple of the women introduced themselves after she mentioned her ambition to become one of Harry’s dancers. After getting her hand stamped for sandbox access, Jade stepped into a tiny cubicle and drew the curtain closed. They’d see more than enough of her later. No reason for a preview. Buckle up, Bradbone. Hope your zipper holds. Kicking off the shoes, she wiggled her toes in the plush blueberry-colored carpeting. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the curtain remained closed. So far, so good. No one suspected her or her motives. Shivering at the blast of cool air from overhead, she slipped out of her evening clothes and undergarments and tucked them into the locker provided. The stilettos followed the rest. Good thing she’d left her 9 mm. at home. These lockers were easier to pick than a lousy date, and all patrons were required to walk through a metal detector upon entering the club. In the gleaming mirror, she admired her bloodshot eyes. Too many lost hours of sleep. Reaching into the tote bag, she pulled out the cat suit and mask and tossed them onto the narrow bench seat. Into the locker, she fitted her tote bag before closing and securing it. Around her wrist, she draped the elasticized loop containing the locker key. Wait until Brad sees me in this cat suit. She threaded her arm through the neck opening, and soon her fingers poked through the crotch slit. Her laughter bounced off the cubicle’s walls. Absofuckinglutely purrrrfect. Let’s see how Brad enjoys peeks of my pussy. She’d give Harry Shelton one hell of a sexy show. Count this as my preliminary interview, you cunt-licking criminal. She slipped into her undercover costume. Much as a second skin, the black snakeprint nylon hugged every curve on her body. Several deep breaths and slow exhalations 47

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undercover. The fluffy feathers tickled her forehead. She curled her fingers close to her palms. Too cool. Tonight it was Mardi-Gras time in Miami. Brad swallowed the water. What a feast for the eyes. From head to toe, Jade Hunter was perfection and then some. “Welcome to Pandora’s Box.” The emcee stood too close to the microphone, and a loud squelching noise filled the small club. “It’s almost time for tonight’s pussycats to claim their playmates. Any guy who gets up here won’t be disappointed. These sex kittens look ready to let the fur fly. Don’t worry. You don’t have to pick the woman you came with, but we hope you later come with the woman you pick.” What a shitty sense of humor. Brad removed the flamingo drink stir from Jade’s glass and gripped it between his teeth. What a sex kitten Jade was. She couldn’t hide from him behind that colorful carnival mask. He could pick out her tits and ass in any crowd. She flashed a peace sign against her leg and he returned the signal. He sucked in a long breath and blew it out. Only a short time before she’d coax him onto the stage, and into his uncle’s sights. Public displays weren’t usually his style, but he’d do anything to keep Jade’s cover from being blown. Against the front of his silk trousers, his cock swelled. Would she agree to mix business with pleasure later? He’d love getting to know her better. Learning what lurked behind her tough-as-nails façade. If only they weren’t embroiled in such a messy business, maybe she’d soften up a bit. “Any single men out there want a gorgeous bed warmer tonight?” The edge of his hand pressed against his shiny forehead, the emcee scanned the club much as an Indian scout scanned the horizon. Single men? He fit that bill. Likely now and forever. He had enough complicating his life to add a woman into the mix. Ever since childhood, women had only left him miserable. He didn’t need a delicious babe like Jade, messing with his mind and footloose lifestyle. The emcee turned and faced the half-naked women. “Ladies? Or should I say, kittens? You’ve had a chance to survey these mice, now pounce.” Sure enough, black-body-stocking-clad Jade and her alluring smile hip-swayed over to where he sat. A roaring commenced in his head. Damn this jack hammering. How was he supposed to think straight? 49

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Racy red fingernails flicked against his right cheek. Shockwaves sliced throughout his body from scalp to sac and everywhere in between. “Care to play for awhile?” Jade purred. He remained silent and studied the purple feathers in her mask. “What’s the matter?” A soft, girlish giggle floated past her glossy pout. “Cat got your tongue?” Okay. That did it. Think of this as your civic duty. Something any red-blooded, law-abiding male citizen would do. Brad reached out and claimed her cold hand. “She can have it if she wants. My tongue loves pussies.” She steered him toward the sandbox. For such a tiny lady, she had one hell of a grip. And a sweet heart-shaped ass. How would he get through her photo shoot without shooting at least one wad? He quickened his pace to keep up with her. She’d be one hot spread. Creamy as cheesecake but no calories. Kitty cat Jade was the last to choose her partner, and the others watched them settle into the sandbox. Leaning back against a pile of lavender satin pillows, his tigress opened her legs slowly. Only inches from his hands and eyes glistening the pinkest slice of pussy he’d ever seen. He inhaled her muskiness. How he wanted to fuck this feisty undercover feline. “Comfortable?” Her blood-red nails clawed up his arm. “Without a doubt. You?” “Ready to rock and play my role.” He turned to his right. All eyes were trained on them. His gut rumbled. He wasn’t a man to share his date with anyone, including his uncle. They could playact, but if Harry didn’t keep his hands to himself when his nephew was around, he might find his puffy lower lip split. Brad scooted closer to his vanilla-scented wet dream. His pussy for an evening. No, she wasn’t a pussy. More like a tigress. A tigress he wanted to tame. Jade moved over and caressed Brad’s thigh. Her palm warmed on contact. Remember one thing. She glanced into his heart-stopping hazels. You’re only roleplaying. No real-life romance with this stud. Brad Masters is known as a first-class playboy. A handsome, cooperative one, but still a playboy. 50

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“Care to stroke me, stud?” “You might bite.” “Only if you want me to.” As she reached for his hand, Brad turned away and watched a big-nippled blonde wearing too much cologne and too little clothing. I hope your implants rupture, bitch. She withdrew her touch. Wait—why did she care how much his eyes and body roved? They weren’t committed to each other in any way. The only reason for them to be together related to business, not pleasure. Business before pleasure. Business before pleasure. Oh, hell, that was no fun. Purplish-blue lights shone on the stage, and the other players began a slow grind. Stroking. Kissing. Licking everything above the waist. Brad leaned toward her and traced his tongue over her earlobe. She draped her right leg over his left. Was Harry watching them? Could he see her pussy now? Brad’s hand snaked over her upper thigh, and she moaned as his fingers made contact with her crotch. She narrowed her gaze. His touch was second to none. Brad stopped stroking and shifted sideways. His lips curled into a smile, but he remained silent save for his breathing. She reached between her legs. Underneath the pad of her index finger, the slick surface of the gold ball stud rested. “Care to taste something that’s not on the menu,” she said in her sexiest and loudest voice. The crowd clapped and cheered them on. Her pulse quickened. How she’d love to pin Brad to the stage and ride his cock raw. But not tonight. Not while on duty. And not with a roomful of people and her partner watching. Her darkest fantasy would have to wait. Brad leaned toward Jade. He drew strands of her honey-blonde hair between his damp fingers. So soft and smelling of vanilla. At his urging, she changed into a position that gave his Uncle Harry a better view. Palm facing downward, he reached between her legs, placed a solitary finger over her pussy lips and tapped gently. She’d get his drift. No use blowing her cover, if Harry had these boxes rigged with listening devices. Jade nodded, and the chandelier earrings swayed. The dangling amethysts on her ring danced against her bottom knuckle as she rubbed his hand. Smiling, she milked each 51

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He had to persuade her to try another approach to apprehending Harry Shelton. Perhaps she could catch him from afar? Or let Larry or another guy take over the undercover gig? But it would be hell persuading her of the risks involved in taking Harry on his turf. If Harry knew his nephew was working with law-enforcement officials, Brad wouldn’t live long enough to swallow the spit in his mouth. Shit, shit and triple shit. The satin pillow whispered underneath her nearly naked ass as she scooted backward. Both pink nipples were puckered and in need of a proper licking. Around them, bodies shifted, and several of the couples started a glow grind with their clothes on. A muscle in his cheek twitched. He winked at Jade. Quit fucking around. Get her somewhere you can talk about other options. He stood, scooped up a flailing Jade and carried her away from the crowd. Other men had stared at her long enough. It was time to leave the stage and bring down the curtain on their performance. Harry had likely seen enough. He had to keep his cock behind his zipper. Don’t forget, Jade feigned that seduction. It was only an act put on to lure his Uncle Harry into thinking she was suitable material for a stripper. Face it. She isn’t attracted to you. She’s only getting deeper undercover. “Bring her back, Brad. I want to see what she can do.” He started at the familiar voice. Jade’s act was working. Too damned well. Brad turned around, and Jade tugged his hair. His uncle stood to the right of the stage, applauding and ogling his armful of hellcat. Damn that dirty-minded bastard. “He’s giving you the once over, Jade.” “It’s Azure Blue to you and everyone else. Until this case is wrapped up and logged into the criminal court system’s files, that’s what you’ll call me.” Everyone else? His blood boiled as he glanced at the other men on stage. Now they were all staring at Jade. Cheering her antics. Too damned bad. They couldn’t have her. Tonight, he wanted her all to himself, undercover role and all. “No matter what you say, Brad, I’m going through with this. Don’t waste your breath.” Just bide time. No sense arguing when she was ready to pull out every hair on his head. “Let’s head back to my place. While you pose, I’ll snap away. Until sunrise, if necessary. We’ll present Uncle Harry with the sexiest portfolio yet.” Once there, he’d talk some sense into Jade. 53

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“I’m not in the mood for posing.” Despite her protests, he repositioned her struggling body and slung her over his shoulder. Light as a down feather. Her small fists hammered at his back. He slapped her ass, and his hand smarted. She was tougher than she appeared. “Put me down, moron. Harry is watching us.” “I know. He likes women who put up a fight.” “If you don’t put me down, I bust a move on you. You’ll end up at Mercy Hospital in traction.” After she settled, he released her. Jade found her footing once lowered and squared off with him. Still, the prettiest face in Florida remained hidden from view behind those gaudy purple feathers and cardboard. Harry honed in on them. Blood red and at least a half-inch long, her fingernails tore the feathers from the flimsy backing. The elastic band of the mask broke and dangled over her slender fingers. She crumpled it in her fist and turned toward Harry. “Hello. I don’t believe we’ve been introduced?” His uncle clasped Jade’s hand. Sausage-sized fingers stroked her skin. “What a treat you are, for the eyes and everything else. Harry Shelton. Pleased to meet you, Azure Blue?” “In the flesh.” “Without a doubt.” His uncle growled and offered a lop-sided grin. As Harry reached for her crotch, Jade sidestepped his wandering hand. “How about an audition?” She caressed Harry’s cheek. Brad clenched his teeth. Damn her getting intimate with his uncle. “Are you ready to let him see your best side, honey?” Jade licked some of the gloss off her lips and nodded. Heading toward the steps, Harry shot them a glance over his left shoulder. “Follow me…if you dare?” This is no time for cold feet or performance anxiety. Jade hugged herself tight and followed the man whose cologne smelled like a combination of skunk piss and rosewater. Why didn’t that jackass put the air-conditioning on a different setting? Her ass was almost frozen solid. Actually, that wasn’t a bad thing considering she’d been lax with her step aerobics for the past month or two. With Harry well ahead of them, Brad grabbed her arm and drew her back into step 54

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with him. “You can’t go through with this. He’ll see right through your act.” She canted her head toward his chest. “Think so? I’ve been up against some pretty dangerous criminals and always held my own.” “Well, tonight,” Brad said, lowering his voice so hard-cocked Harry wouldn’t overhear, “he will be holding you. Feeling you up. Remember that when his long fingers poke inside your pussy and ass. He likes to check out his dancers from every angle.” “Really? Like uncle, like nephew. Let him. Anything he says or does will bounce right off me without leaving the slightest impression.” She smiled. Later, she’d tell Brad to keep his opinions to himself. This wasn’t the time or place to enter into an argument with her informant—and the man she wanted in her bed. In her bed with… Shove the sentiment, sister. Keep your eyes on Harry, not on the man who’s trying to fuck up your field assignment. Brad tightened his grip around her waist as they climbed the steps. “Let me take the lead tonight. After you’re in, then it’s your call.” “Ain’t happening.” Brad was sexy but he had a major fault. She could never fall for a control freak. When it came to sex, they’d probably blend like water and oil. Next time she gave herself freely to a man, her needs would be met. No more submissive positions. If she couldn’t be on top and calling the shots once in awhile, men could screw themselves for all she cared. He stilled and pressed her against the stairwell. “I’ve never been a man to beg for anything, but I’ll make you a deal.” “Deal? What kind of deal?” “Come on,” Harry bellowed from the upper landing. “I’m a busy man.” Brad pointed in his uncle’s direction. “We know. I’m giving her a few pointers.” When Harry moved farther down the hallway, Brad resumed eye contact. “I’m in. I’ll be your informant for the long haul. You want Harry by the balls and I can deliver.” “Tell me something I don’t know.” “Harry has a soft spot for cunts. Can’t get enough.” “So I noticed when he tried to make a grab for mine. Don’t worry. I’ll try to avoid any sexual contact unless he forces my hand. Harry’s a pimp of sorts, isn’t he?” “Yeah. Some of the lap dancers pair up later with clients. Of course, Uncle Harry 55

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**** A bluesy tune blared from the loudspeakers in Harry’s office. A bubblegum-pink feather boa draped over the back of the leather couch. Did he like being tickled or had some woman simply forgotten part of her costume? She squared her shoulders. Okay. Deep breaths. Give it all you got. With Brad using his cell phone, creepy Harry won’t connect you to Miami-Dade. Please may Harry not question his nephew’s motives in placing a call. Jade’s stomach lurched and she lowered herself onto the cold leather couch. Harry sat down beside her and pressed his sweating body closer than necessary. Across the room, Brad punched in a succession of digits and pressed the phone to his ear. “Who the fuck are you calling?” Harry’s body stiffened and his Brooklyn accent surfaced. “Someone to join us for a foursome?” Bile rose in her throat. She swallowed several times. True, she’d done some wild things while undercover, but if Harry wanted an orgy she’d lose what little she’d eaten. Brad switched off the phone and shoved it into his suit jacket’s inner pocket. “Kevin. My head bartender. You remember him from the Christmas Party last year?” Her pulse slowed. Good save. Harry hugged her harder. “Yeah. He’s the one who made those ballsy Blood Mary’s. Color of blood and twice as thick.” He pinioned her with his black gaze. “But not as thick as my cock, Azure Blue.” Up, up, up her leg, his fingers flew, to the very top where her thigh met her crotch. Then they stilled. Make like you’re interested or it’ll red flag the whole act. “How thick is that?” “You’ll see. During your audition, it’ll be out. Who knows? Maybe after your first 56

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night’s performance, we’ll celebrate backstage?” A scowling Brad closed the distance between them. “I’ve seen some of what she can do. Quite talented. She has better muscle control than any of those girls.” Harry held up a hand. “I’m sure you’re more than capable of offering an opinion. Let me be the judge of which muscles she’s toned.” His hand glanced off her leg, and the overbearing loser brayed like a jackass. Brad inserted a CD and adjusted the sound system. When he settled onto the couch, he flashed her another peace sign. An instrumental Latin track played. Get it right the first time. There’s no repeat performance in this gig. Jade stood and faced her audience. Legs opened wide, she targeted Brad, thrusting her crotch in his direction. Maneuvering to within inches of his lap, she fondled her tits and pinched her nipples. As he reached out to grab her, she spun and stuck out her ass. A palm, hopefully Brad’s, struck her left buttock. She stiffened her legs and tasted the blood as it seeped from her tongue. “I like the sound of that. Let me try,” Harry said and landed an even sounder hit on the same spot. One. Two. Three. “Easy back there, boys. I bruise easily.” A pair of hands pulled her closer, and hot breath fanned against her almost naked ass. “Let me kiss it and make it better, baby.” Harry groped her ass, and then bit the place where his hand had been. Jade gritted her teeth. One more move like that, and my fist will kiss your mouth. “She’s not here to be manhandled.” Brad pulled her to his side of the couch. A family quarreled ensued, both men shouting several decibels above the music. Keep it up. Don’t let them rattle you. She wiggled and posed while they went for everything, including the jugular several times. At all times, she faced them. Once bitten, twice shy. “Tell me, hot shot.” Harry’s thick forefinger stabbed the air. “Since when is kissing her ass manhandling her?” “More like taking a bite. Forget it. Enjoy the show. Azure, show us more of what you got.” Brad’s large leather dress shoe nudged her bare foot. Blood rushed to her brain and fingertips as she performed several handstands and returned to a standing position and ovations. Each time, she splayed her legs wide and gave them an unimpeded view of her wet sex. Once upright again, she fanned the haze 57

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Were those worry-lines on Brad’s forehead? “Dammit. Stop talking and start sucking.” Harry pushed forward on the couch and unfastened his belt. With a sharp rasp, he pulled it free from the keepers and wrapped the buckle end around his hand. “First, stand up, turn around and bend over. I want to hear the sound of leather against your ass.” “You do that with all the girls?” Maybe all of them but not with me. “Sure do. If you want a job, you won’t try stopping me.” Spittle beaded on his puffy lips. Adrenaline flashed through her body. You think you’re going to split my skin? Think again, shit for brains. I’ll split your skull first. “Don’t do too much damage.” “Is this necessary?” Brad’s hands formed fists. “You know the rules.” Harry stroked the length of belt. “Follow them or you can both get the hell out.” He wiggled his forefinger at her. “Don’t worry, honey. I won’t hurt you.” Yeah, right. That’s what all sadists say. She stood, spun around, bent over and stuck out her ass. Just enough distance existed between her and the fat moron that she could make a move when the time came. “Do your damnedest.” She swallowed each heartbeat. Hands at her sides, she performed a silent countdown. The couch cushions shifted. Fabric rustled. With every bit of strength, she kicked up and connected with his lower arm. A howl echoed throughout the room, and the belt struck the floor beside her. Jade straightened to a standing position, the belt in her peripheral vision. Come on stupid. Go for it. “Shit.” Harry reached for the belt, but she trapped his hand underneath her left stiletto. “Ooooowwwww. Stop that, dammit.” “Like it rough, do you?” She increased the pressure, but not enough to fracture bones in the felon’s hand. “So do I. We must play again sometime. Next time, without the belt.”

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He swiveled on the stool, and held out his hand. “Well done. He loved every second of your performance. Seems he can’t stop talking about you to everyone. Brags you’re the roughest and prettiest bitch he’s ever come across.” “Right now, talking is the last thing I have on my mind.” She tugged him from the seat. As they left the smoke-filled atmosphere behind, she glanced down. They were in step. Together. Determined to bring Harry down. Hopefully, so hard his dental caps would come off. Once outside, she filled her lungs with the fragrant night air. A warm rain fell, dampening her skin and scalp. Maybe now she’d come to her senses and stop fantasizing about Brad. With a sweep of his arm, Brad opened the passenger-side door for her. “Sure you want to pose tonight? Or have you decided to turn down the job?” The Ferrari’s leather seats cooled her flesh, and she settled against the supple skin. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. But if you try anything funny, be prepared to suffer the consequences.”

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Captured in the amber glow of the overhead car lamp, her jaw stiffened. Brad’s gut seized. Beside him sat a woman who loved being in charge. “If you persist with this playacting, Jade, you’ll be the one to get burned or buried.” “I appreciate your concern, but I have a job to do. This isn’t some kind of game for kicks. I’m serious about my assignments. Many people suffer if I fail. Drugs are a major problem. They kill more people each day. The Southern Corridor is busier than ever with heroin trafficking.” “For your stubborn sake, I hope you know what you’re dealing with.” “Drug trafficking. Nothing I haven’t stuck my life on the line for before. That’s one of the reasons I gave up a position with NITRO. Desk jobs don’t cut it for me. I thrive on being where the action is. And I’m not stubborn.” Jerking away from his touch, she sat with her legs pulled together. Purr, pussy, purr. I know you want me, and I sure as hell want you. “Who knows, you may enjoy posing for those pictures? You’re a fearless woman. One with confidence to spare. As long as Harry likes what he sees in that portfolio, you’re in. Although after what he’s told everyone, you already are.” “Then let’s just skip the portfolio.” She turned on the seat and crossed her legs. With each strike of her shoe’s toe against the console, Brad stifled a scream. “Don’t worry.” The tapping subsided. “One set only. I get the negatives. Once he’s seen my layout, I’ll take control of the portfolio.” “Not a chance. He keeps those binders locked in a safe. I don’t have any clue as to the combination.” “He’ll have to make an exception this time.” She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. 61

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He admired her profile. Her tiny nose twitched in unison with the tic in her cheek. She’s one fighting mad woman. So mad, she’ll stop at nothing to put an end to Harry’s dirty business. “I have no doubt you can bring him down. But maybe only to his knees from the way he was sniffing your pussy tonight.” “If he gets too close, I’ll put him in his place again.” She lifted her right leg. “Or put the toe of this stiletto so far up his ass, surgery won’t be able to remove it.” “Good luck. If not, you’ll end up in what he thinks is your proper place.” “Which is?” “One of the local landfills.” He awaited the change of the traffic signal and met her gaze. “I’m not taking off all my clothes.” The light changed and he pressed the accelerator hard. Balmy night air rushed in the open windows, and her honey-blonde hair whipped about in wild waves. He kept his left hand on the wheel while stroking a section of her hair with his right. “I wouldn’t dream of making you do anything you’re not comfortable with.” If only she wasn’t a cop. Too dangerous dating a cop who worked drug detail. One day she’d walk beside him, vibrant and alive. The next day, he’d watch people eulogize her. “I hope you don’t freeze my ass off like Harry did.” “There’s only one reason why the AC is cranked in his office. Makes a woman’s nipples hard.” “I moved away from a colder climate. I like it hot. The hotter, the better.” Less than five miles from his condo on South Miami Boulevard, Brad edged the accelerator to the floor. His Ferrari would soon deliver them to his doorstep and, if he was lucky, some hot, pumping sex off the Miami-Dade time clock.

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“Not there.” Brad crooked his finger and flashed a disarming smile. “Follow me.” To where? The ends of the earth? His bedroom? A dungeon where manacles hung from the wall? She stood and propelled into a path behind him. Tonight, lust was overruling her reservations. Reservations? Hell, this wasn’t a damned motel. She’d check in—and check out—whenever she pleased. Even she needed a couple hours of sleep. Various awards in deco frames adorned the walls. He motioned to his right, and they entered a small room at the end of the hallway. Brad caught her right hand and pulled her toward the doorway. “Welcome to my playground, Jade.” She blinked several times. What a playground it was. Sex toys and props filled every available space. Super-sized dildos. Whips. Chains. Even chain-maille suits gleamed on two lifelike mannequins. She slammed her jaw closed. “No wonder you’ve made quite a name for yourself on the club circuit.” “Appearances can be deceiving.” “Doubt it.” A black-velvet-covered box caught her eye, and she entered the fantasy room. She removed the parcel from the shelf, opened it and gasped. If she ever found a man with a cock this size, she’d never get any sleep. She fingered the cobalt-blue dildo. At least six inches thick and nine to ten inches in length. Her pussy ached just touching the plastic sex prop. “Care to try that one on for size?” She nodded and examined the toy more closely. Three months without dick service was sheer Hell on earth. At least this might satisfy her cock craving without making her pregnant. Brad ran both hands through his thick hair. “What’s the matter?” “Just examining it for strings.” “You’ll like that toy. I’ll be back in a couple minutes. My equipment’s in another room.” Hardly. Brad didn’t need to go anywhere to pick up his equipment. His body was a sexual smorgasbord in and of itself. 63

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She stroked the jelly dildo. “Why will I like it?” “It’s an exact replica of my cock. Maybe you prefer being the judge? Real dick versus rubber dildo? See how well the designer captured reality?” “Keep it in your pants. We have work to do.” “If that’s what you call it.” Laughing, he disappeared. The shocking-pink fur carpeting tickled her toes and the soles of her feet. She’d always wondered what it would be like posing for a porn magazine. And if posing came with the job, so be it. It’s all about nailing that no-good Harry Shelton. Showing Miami-Dade she could succeed where other operatives had failed. She rubbed her arms to remove the gooseflesh. From what Brad had revealed, Harry had no qualms about eliminating those he perceived as traitorous. Brad re-entered, bare-chested and carrying his camera equipment and even a tripod. “Like my place?” “Very much. More like a pleasure palace.” “You’re the first woman to ever pose in this room. The others end up on Uncle Harry’s leather couch.” “Not just any leather couch,” she said. “A Cordovan leather couch.” “Only the cushiest for Harry and his cunts. What position do you like best?” What business of his was it if she liked to be on top? Or locked together lap-tolap? “Any one where I’m in control. What do my sexual preferences have to do with this photo shoot?” Brad finished a cursory examination of the camera equipment and returned his attention to her. “Nothing. I only wanted to know what position you’d like to pose in. Any man worth his wad can tell you like calling the shots.” From one camera bag, he produced a tube of lubricant. With each step he took toward her, shockwaves hit her system. “Don’t think I’ll need that.” She rubbed the dildo between her legs. “Let’s get you ready.” “I don’t need any adjustments. My make-up’s fine.” With a twist of his fingers, Brad removed the cap from the lubricant and sniffed the end. “You’ll love this. Cool stuff for a hot pussy.” Time to set the stage. Jade dropped the dildo and hauled a small stool into the 64

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middle of the floor. “Let’s shoot.” She straddled the metal seat. True, this posing pertained to her job, but why not make Brad horny at the same time? “Not yet. The photographer has to make necessary adjustments.” Tell me something I don’t know. Jade admired his erection. Judas Priest. Stop listening to your crotch and start thinking with your brain. Brad crouched and patted the stool. “Come on down. Thrust those hips forward.” Come on down? Was this his idea of a “game” show? Gazing past his shoulder, she lowered her body. Strength training served its purpose. She could cling to him like a python if sexually provoked. “Ready to get even wetter?” Brad asked. She nodded and a thick blob of clear lubricant oozed from the tube’s opening. Brad aimed it at her pussy. With slow and deliberate movements, he smeared a liberal portion over her mound. With the trembling fingers of her left hand, Jade spread the gel over and between her labia. He was right. Very cool and delicious. Brad tossed the lubricant aside. “Mind if I make one final adjustment?” She’d probably regret agreeing. “Why not?” Three fingers started at the top and stroked downward. She shivered at his touch. Damn it to hell and back but don’t stop. Grinning, he spread the peppermint-scented lubricant from front to back. Her clit hardened from the brief contact, and she ground her crotch against his fingers. Brad paused and licked his lips. “More?” Like a bird in winter, her self-control went south. “Rub it in.” First one finger, then another, until three of his fingers reamed her hottest hole. With every heartbeat, they plunged deeper. She drew in a deep breath. The mint from the gel mingled with her pussy musk. He thumbed her clit. “Far enough?” Jade shook her head. “Not by a long shot.” “If you behave, I’ll give you the longest shot you’ve ever imagined.” “Promises, promises. They all say that. N-none ever delivered. Get your hands on the camera.” Before I cave in completely. He wiped his sticky fingers on a white terry towel and prepared the Nikon for the photo shoot. “Show me your sexiest stuff, Azure Blue. Don’t hold back.” Her heart hammered, and she placed the sex toy in the center of the stool. No 65

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turning back now. It was time to show him what she could do to a man’s cock and conscience. She lowered herself slowly, stopping as soon as her pussy made contact with the bulbous head of the dildo. Placing her hands on her thighs, she pressed her crotch harder against the firm cobalt jelly and it penetrated her. Brad whistled. “Fanfuckingtastic. Look up and give me a wild pose. Growl for me.” Teeth bared, Jade snarled and froze in position. The flash flared in a succession of shots while she tossed her head and blew the camera kisses. As she thumbed her hard clit, she worked the dildo in and out. Brad unzipped his trousers. His swollen cock appeared. Another jerk of her hand pulled the dildo free until only the head remained inside. Cum dripped down the sex toy, soaking her hand and probably the stool. What a mouthful, her photographer. But he stayed in position and took more pictures. “I admire a man who keeps his mind on business.” Brad placed the camera on the tripod and tackled her from the stool. “We’re finished business. It’s time for pleasure.” The fuzzy carpeting cushioned her fall, and Jade locked her legs around his waist. “Pleasure isn’t part of my agenda this evening.” He pressed the wet plastic penis against her lips, and his hot, hard cock stabbed at her nylon-covered belly. “You might fool yourself, pretty woman, but you can’t fool me.” The room spun and so did Jade as Brad hauled her upright and over his broad shoulder. His palm met solidly with her ass, and more cum dripped down her leg. One of his fingers probed her ass. “I’ll be soaked if you keep that up.” “If you don’t like it, put me down and I’ll get dressed.” Another swipe of his hand, and her ass burned. He liked it rough. So did she. But this was one mission she’d abort. He’d be madder than Hell when it happened, but one of her nightly routines would soon put distance between them. Coitus interruptus--cell-phone-style.

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things at every angle, were you?” “Damned straight. Tomorrow you can check out the prints. Tonight let’s check each other out, off the Miami-Dade record.” Brad flopped down beside her on the bed. Jade pressed her damp fingers against his lips. His hot tongue emerged, and he devoured each digit to the bottom knuckle, sucking and savoring her cum. “Mmmmm.” “Care for seconds? Maybe thirds?” Carnality became Brad. His hazel eyes blazed like never before. “Bring it on, bad girl.” He climbed between her legs and splayed them wide. Stiff-fingered, she clutched the cranberry satin bedspread. His tongue swirled over her tender clit, and he delivered a couple nips to her thighs. The tip of his tongue played hide and seek in her heat, and she glazed his lips. Time to end the fantasy and let him know where she stood. “For the first time in my seven-year criminal-justice career, I’ve made a—a mistake. I never get involved with my informants.” When he looked up, his lips and chin shone with her cum. “They weren’t me.” His caught sections of the black nylon in his teeth, ripping it and rendering her flesh bare. Her nipples pebbled more with each pass of his rough tongue. He shifted and licked a path over her belly. She laced her fingers through his hair and guided his course. His head thrashed within her grip, and she released him. The mattress shifted, and again only the top of his head was visible. Again caught between his teeth, her clit throbbed like crazy. Every muscle in her body tensed. He eased the pressure and licked the gold-ball stud. “Like my body jewelry?” She pressed her thighs against the side of his head. “Huh?” “You like the way it feels? The way I taste?” Brad straightened and straddled her. Gooseflesh formed as he brushed his lips and nose over her belly. “Definitely. I’ll bet you’d like the feel of my cock in your sweet ass.” She maneuvered her body backwards. “I’m not a betting woman.” Nothing like this king-sized bed to bring out the best in any woman. Brad admired Jade’s nakedness. This cowgirl could ride any man all night. Her crimson nails raked over his sweat-damp chest. Teasing and tugging. Gouging him then flicking feather-light 67

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over the nipples. Honey-blonde hair lay over her pink cheeks, and she bumped her crotch against his belly. His balls jumped and he siphoned out the held breath. More cum dripped from her pussy. Jade locked gazes with him. “Let me come on your lips.” And skip any intimate connection. “Sounds good to me.” She licked along the curve of his lips before returning her attention to his chest. His cock strained as she sucked his right nipple. Vanilla, pussy and mint from the gel came in his nostrils and settled on his tongue. With a giggle, her mouth surrendered contact with his wet skin. “Look what you made me do. You said you only wanted to take my picture.” “Afraid of what might develop between us?” She gave another wiggle against him. “No.” “My only mission was to get those pictures for the portfolio.” “Nothing else?” Her slender left eyebrow arched. With her hips filling his hands, he sat up and claimed her mouth in a hard kiss. The sharp end of her tooth grated against his tongue. Her soft moans and panting filled the room. Every attempt to unseat her brought her legs tighter around him. Holding her with one hand, he fumbled underneath the pile of pillows and found the cellophane wrapper. He tickled beside her knee, and she fell off laughing. How beautiful, the soft dip of her belly. The delicate rise and fall of her pale, pink-tipped breasts. The tempting curve of her hip. “How about sucking me until I scream and then I’ll return the favor.” He removed the ribbed condom from the packet and slipped it over his cock. On her knees, she clasped his cock so tight he almost came. Up and down, she pumped her fist. Jade Hunter sure loved making her sexual point. Hell, she undoubtedly loved having her way everywhere she went. “If my uncle would have struck you with that belt, I would have broken his fat head like a melon.” The pumping stopped. “I knew how to handle what he’d planned.” A lazy grin slipped across her lips. “Thanks for caring, though.” She swooped and claimed his sac gently between her hot lips, tasted him and then let him go. Her hot tongue swirled over the full-blooded head and toyed with the reservoir tip on the condom. Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed all but the last part 68

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of an inch. After releasing his cock from her throat and mouth, she licked him like a lollipop. When she bent over and sucked his balls, saliva dripped into the crevice of his ass. A couple more tickles from her tongue, and she stopped. “Do you like this?” “Hell, yes.” The condom remained in place as she milked his cock, first with her hands, then with her lips. Inch after inch, his cock went into her mouth and down her throat. With a rake of her nails over his thighs, she let his hardness escape. Empty-mouthed a broad smile played against her soft pink lips. She squeezed his cock hard and removed her touch. “Are those ribs on here meant to tickle my pussy?” Brad stripped off the condom and tossed it aside. She wasn’t into being submissive tonight or any other. “No.” “Good. I’m glad you remember this is all part of my undercover work. Nothing personal.” Yeah, right. Tell it to someone who believes you. “Whatever you say.” “I’ve always believed actions speak louder than words.” She reached back and claimed the spare condom peeking from underneath the pillow. Once the wrapper was gone, she unrolled the tip and placed the flavored rubber between her lips. The lubricant shimmered on her sassy pout and upper lip. A fever filled his body. “You’re going to roll that thing on me with your mouth?” She nodded. He sniffed. Cinnamon. Her mouth formed a perfect oval around the rubber disk, and she bent to her task. One inch. Three inches. Now more than half of his cock lay inside her mouth. He clenched every muscle to keep from exploding. Her head bobbed once more and advanced another hard inch into her throat. Balanced on one elbow, he reached out and traced the part in her hair. Soft hair on a hard-as-nails woman. Her mouth stilled and each of his missing inches reappeared. Both of her nostrils flared, and she pinched her nipples until they grew tight. Then, in one swoop, she ducked and his entire cock disappeared into the wetness of her mouth. She shook his hand loose, let him go and shoved him backwards. As he landed against the pillows, she crouched at his feet. His cock strained toward the ceiling. “You’ve done that trick more than once.” 69

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“It pays to practice. I never know what I might have to do while undercover. If I wimp out, my ass might end up in the morgue.” “If you don’t want to die, you’d better let Larry take over.” “Not a chance. I’m the lead on this one.” He cast a furtive glance toward the ceiling. Above them dangled the swing. “You like taking the lead in more than criminal investigations, don’t you?” “I’m a follower.” “No shit.” Brad lunged, and together they tumbled across the bed. The headboard bobbled at their impact. Jade settled against several overstuffed satin pillows and spread her legs wide. Pure fucking paradise. Her pink pussy made his mouth water. One thumb disappeared between her gloss-covered lips. The other thumb tucked between her slick labia. Brad crouched over her, straddling her body and molding his hands against her full hips. “You need your wild ways tamed.” The sexy tic appeared in her right cheek. “Never happen. Many men have tried. All have failed.” He skimmed his fingertips down her sides, and her breasts bounced. She’d make some man one hell of a wife, if she ever settled down. Jade Hunter knew what she wanted out of life, and marriage wasn’t likely in that mix. What would it be like? Spending a night with this undercover cop and her pierced pussy? Would he wake up and want her even more than the night before? Her ass did a sexy dance against the sheets. “See what I mean? If you can’t tame me faster than that, forget about it.” There it was. The ultimate dare. “I don’t give up that easily.” He clenched her thighs and spread her legs wide. Her juicy pink pussy beckoned to him. Bare as the day she was born. He tongued her clit. Take her now. Do her until dawn. “I’m still waiting, Bradbone.” Her crotch bucked against his half-open mouth. He looked up and licked away the wetness. “Waiting for what?” “The man who thinks he can make me come multiple times. A man who thinks he can tame me and make me settle down.” Brad leaned back. Before he could blink, Jade sprang up and sent him hurtling 70

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over the side of the bed. She straddled his face, her pussy just above his opened mouth. One drip. Then two. Her smooth calves rested against the tops of his shoulders. The pink nubs of her nipples stabbed at the air. He fixated on the gold-ball stud, now visible between her parted legs. What was she up to? “Proved my point, haven’t I?” Her words stung upon impact. “If you think you can control me, think again.” She backed toward his feet and lowered until her chest almost touched his. With a wink, she collapsed onto him, and breath rushed from his body. A soft cry left her lips. She slithered down his body, her ass approaching his hardness. Ten crimson nails scratched his chest. His body surged under her sexual spell. The boiling resumed in his balls. Once she relaxed, he could… Belleeep. Belleeep. Belleeep. One glance at her dimples and his erection faded. Damn. “What the hell?” Her laughter filled the room. “Can’t wait to see those photographs tomorrow morning.” Without faltering, she stood up. Brad reached out to grab her. Jade’s reflexes proved superior, and she dodged his hands. “Shit.” He grabbed the fallen pillow and aimed, but he missed her heart-shaped target. He forced the bolus of spit down his throat. He’d never forget the sexy sway of her hips. The way her ass wiggled as she walked out of his bedroom. Tonight he’d been royally screwed. She’d played him like a Stradivarius. Jade appeared in the doorway, her body barely covered by the tattered nylon stocking. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow? I’ll return it tomorrow?” Brad yanked off the condom and tossed it onto the bed. She was so damned headstrong and beautiful. He stomped to the closet and selected a navy-blue cotton shirt. Eyes lowered, she accepted the clothing and buttoned in silence. Despite his offer of a shower, she declined. “I’ll drive you home once I’m dressed.” She stretched to full height, a petite bundle of bravado. “Thank you…for the ride offer and for caring about me.” 71

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Jade’s new precinct computer booted and whirred to life. Another day, same deadline. She swallowed a yawn and opened the file folder on her blotter. “If you got a private audience with Harry Shelton that fast, you’re one of the few.” Major Torrez sipped from his coffee, steam swirling beside his crooked nose. Larry Prescott dodged his superior’s stare and sat down beside Jade’s desk. “I made a connection with some guy named Ricardo last night. Of course, Jade, you’ll end up being part of that deal. I told him how much heroin I want, and Ricardo said he’d deliver. Here.” He passed her a stack of papers. “This will interest you.” Ricardo? The man in the hallway during her audition last night. She closed the cover on the folder. Not yet eight, Major Torrez is on a tear and Larry brings me more crap. Jade scanned several pages of the printouts. Twenty-year-old prostitute found dead at the Palm Court Inn. A sleazy place but fewer palmettos than most in that section of town. She paused and glanced at Larry. “Battered. Throat slit. Cut up pretty bad in other places. How does she tie in with my case?” Larry unwrapped a caramel and popped it into his mouth. “Read on. The next to last page will explain.” Where was a good cup of coffee when she needed one? No escape route existed, so she returned her attention to the report page Larry recommended. “She worked as a dancer at Pandora’s Box. Harry Shelton’s newest club.” Larry’s palm smacked against the edge of the desk “Getting warmer. Let me tell you what else we learned.” He tossed the empty candy wrapper into the trashcan. “She sometimes did ten a night, according to my source.” “Wonder she didn’t meet her maker before now. Then, again, the Devil has a wicked way of making whores’ lives miserable before claiming them as his own.” 72

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A flick of Larry’s finger sent a pencil rolling across the blotter. “You’ve seen your share of that shitty side of life, haven’t you?” “I’ve done a stint or two on the streets. Not yet in Miami. Torrez has praised my work so far, but he’s been on my case more than ever this morning. He left me a message late last night, but I was—” “Busy. With Brad Masters. The stud who has dated some of the hottest women here in Miami.” “Hottest women? What are you talking about?” “He used to be married to Sara Stevens. She was a hot property in porn circles. Hot until she married him. Then her star faded. He caught her with another man and tossed her ass onto the street. Basically ruined her career. Can’t blame him. Brad’s lived life in the fast lane ever since. Never settled down.” “Brad’s sex life need not concern me. Now or ever. I have too much else to worry about.” She pushed the documents away and opened a computer file. “I want to do a bit more research on this suspected arson case. It happened at one of Harry’s clubs in South Beach. The more I can get on him, the better.” Larry claimed the other case file and stood. “I won’t pry, but you look like hell this morning. Either you’re burning the bulbs late or something’s hit you like a runaway train. Something or someone?” “Don’t miss a thing, do you? I can assure you nothing—other than business—is the reason for my dealings with Brad Masters. He’s a handsome man, but I’m not interested in playing house at this point in my life.” Wearing a smirk only his mother would find endearing at this hour of the morning, Larry flashed her his palms. “Fine. Your private business is just that. What can I say? We all live for the day our only single detective finds a man and gets married. But we all know this is a tough enough career for a man, let alone a woman.” He flapped the computer pages. “John has the crime scene photos and a file on the prostitute. I’ll make sure you get a copy of them and the investigation’s findings. Be careful.” Larry’s smile faded. “Don’t want you to end up like the last one. Tonight we’re on at the motel. Here’s to an award-winning performance.” He saluted and headed toward his own desk. Why did he have to bring up that detail? She’d been briefed on the last detective’s demise. The man’s body parts were sliced into several sections, each one found on a different stretch of South Beach sand. 73

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“We’ll breeze through that buy-bust. I promise to cover my butt better than Marcus did.” But she’d have to let a little show during her stint at Pandora’s Box.

**** Jade sneezed. Why didn’t Brad invest in some smoke-eaters for Karma? Cigar smoke always aggravated her allergies. Now her newest abalone-pink Shantung silk suit would smell like this place for God knows how long. There wasn’t time in her schedule for a trip to the dry cleaners today. Maybe that was for the best anyway. It was only safe to drop stuff off or pick it up on Fridays—when the owner with the wandering hands wasn’t around. She glanced at her Technomarine. Five minutes until nine. Hopefully, Brad was already upstairs and ready to give her more details on tonight’s performance. Please, don’t fail me now, brown eyes. You’re the ticket to my promotion. She scanned the club from one side to the other. Awesome. Not one bartender in sight. Sprinting up the stairs, she stopped in front of Brad’s office, tried the doorknob and it moved. She slipped inside and closed the door softly behind her. Funny, he didn’t seem the type to leave doors unlocked. A narrow shaft of light filtered across the carpeting. Otherwise, the room was swathed in darkness. A faint noise sounded to her right. Her hands formed into fists. Someone was in the storage closet shifting boxes around on the shelves. Probably, Brad. But why didn’t he turn on some lights? She switched on the banker’s lamp and picked up the paperclip holder. A daisy chain of stainless steel dangled between her fingers. That sexy bachelor’s hands were always busy. Watch it. He’s not your man to mind. More thumping noises followed by a stream of profanities. No sense sneaking around. Find out what he’s doing. “No more pictures, Brad. I’m here on business.” Silence. An arm appeared and forced the closet’s door completely open. Her nostrils burned. That had to be the cheapest cologne she’d ever smelled. Wait a minute. Skunk piss? Shit. She turned toward the closet and widened her stance. Harry Shelton strode into view. Her nose never failed her. Think fast. This is a man whose police file is as thick as a Coney Island submarine sandwich. She regarded 74

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him without speaking. What a homely man, even in near dark. “What business are you here on, Azure Blue?” Harry approached, and she backed toward the desk. If only she could reach the blotter. Brad kept a large letter opener there. One wrong move from horny Harry and she’d show him how a woman defended herself. “Brad wanted to show me the negatives of my layout.” “Loved that performance last night. Too bad you didn’t let me whip your pretty ass.” He licked his lips, lashing them with a thick tongue. Her stomach roiled. “How’s about giving me a little peek now? Brad’s not here to object. He picks out the pussy, but I do the hiring. You seemed to like our little game last night.” Don’t arouse his suspicion. Jade unbuttoned her suit jacket. How could this moron remotely consider her interested? Suited in Manhattan’s latest career clothes, she screamed “dressed for success” not “sex”. “He wore me out last night. I’m too tired to do anything this morning but relax.” “Let me give you a massage. Works wonders for the others.” A massage? She swallowed several times to quell the nausea. He closed the gap between them. Her bottom met with the corner of the desk in a most disquieting manner. She stretched, twisted to the right and performed a quick inventory of the desktop. If she stayed put and played along with Harry, she could reach back and grab the gleaming silver letter opener. In another heartbeat, she returned her gaze to Harry. “I’ll bet your hands are tired from all of that rubbing?” Take one more step, and your butt’s mine, buster. Too late. Harry thrust his round body against hers, splaying her legs wide enough to allow himself an entrance between them. Okay. Enough is enough. No man invades my space without an express invitation. “You like to play rough, big tits?” “I do, but I already told you, I’m not in the mood for playing or anything else this morning.” “Too fucking bad. Well, maybe just too bad. Before too long I’ll be fucking your ass on top of Brad’s blotter. You deserve a real man’s cock. It’s time Brad shared some of his pussy.” Her hands free, Jade reached behind. She stretched out like a cat awaiting 75

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someone to stroke its stomach. Her body concealed her hand’s path, and her fingers closed around the letter opener. Another centering breath seeped from her half-open lips. She’d suffered the stares and gropes of several pimps and small-time hoods, all in the name of duty. But she wasn’t about to let Harry Shelton have his way with her on Brad’s blotter. “So, you like it rough, do you?” Time to show him who was boss, and it sure as hell wasn’t him. He’d probably still hire her. Harry Shelton lived for roughing up those around him. “Damn right. Glad to know you share my views. How about my bed?” The glow from the banker’s light cast an eerie shadow over Harry’s face. Desire shone in his dark eyes—eyes that lied as much as the rest of him. Eyes colder than the Klondike. The rasp of his zipper met her straining ears. A cold chill sliced through her system. “There’s no bed in here. Guess we’ll have to make do?” “That’s the idea. Where would you like to start our party?” Stay calm. Keep your center focused. Concentrate. Your hands and arms are free. Harry Shelton’s only thinking about sex and not about covering himself against an attack. Strike when he least expects it.

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through the office door and froze. Jade had Harry in a headlock. The old jackass squirmed, but her move held. He stepped into the fray and delivered a sharp blow to his uncle’s ear. “Get the hell away from me.” Harry grunted and twisted harder but to no avail. Jade loosened her grip and shoved Harry toward Brad. Harry staggered to the side and grabbed at him. “You bastard. Why are you so fucking late?” “Traffic. And someone parked in my usual spot.” He turned toward Jade. Not a wrinkle or bead of sweat. Harry maneuvered his pudgy body away from them. “This bitch won’t stand for any shit from her customers. That’s for certain. Hell, I’ll make a mint off her ass. Fights like a pro.” From the desk, Jade lifted the letter opener and stroked her finger along its length. Today she got the upper hand, but someday she might not if one of Harry’s men marked her. Brad landed a hard left to the older man’s jaw. “She’s not one to mess with. Guess you found that out the hard way? Gives as good as she gets. Don’t let me see you pulling that shit with her again. She had a reason to almost break your neck. Remember, you mess with her, you mess with me.” “What are you strikin’ out at me for? She egged me on. I was only giving her what she wanted.” “Liar.” Several inches of Jade’s upper leg shone as she kicked out and brought the toe of her pump against her attacker’s crotch. “For the love of life. Let me the hell alone. You got the job if you want it.” “Good.” Her leg snapped down, and she smoothed the skirt over her hips. “Glad to know we’ve gotten the preliminaries out of the way.” He shoved his uncle aside and wrapped his arm around Jade. “Are you okay?” She rolled her shoulders and accentuated the thrust of her hard-nippled breasts. “Of course. I had him under control from the start. Your moves were overkill. I’m used to taking care of myself.” “Overkill?” She shook loose and fluttered her fingers along his shirtfront, red fingernails clicking against the pearly buttons. He smoothed a few wayward strands of blonde from 77

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her face and cupped her chin in his hand. The frown she wore yielded to a smile. “Well, maybe not overkill. Thanks. You’re pretty fast on your feet.” “Used to run track in high school.” “Fuck track. Damn this whole day.” His uncle slumped onto the couch and continued massaging his neck. Brad cupped her hot ass in his hands and squeezed each cheek. What would happen between them after this assignment was over? Harry groaned and staggered to his feet. “So much for getting anything done around here. Once you’re finished starin’ at her, maybe you’ll have time for business.” He stabbed a finger at Brad. “I’ll be back to talk to you later. Word has it Miami-Dade has stepped up its surveillance. They’re out for my balls, buddy boy. Wonder if they haven’t tried getting to me through you?” He gripped Jade’s hand. “I don’t hang with the law.” Harry patted Brad’s cheek. “You’re all about family, aren’t you? Tommy and Jean raised you well.” Brad bear-hugged his uncle. “Best buddies till the end.” When they bring your crooked-ass down for the count. This time, Harry went too far. Fuck false loyalty. They’d shared a lot during Brad’s twenty-nine years. Condos. Cars. Even some of their darkest secrets. But he’d never share Jade with any man. From the straight part in her golden hair, to the tips of her designer shoes, she was special. “I bring good news.” Mango-pink lips formed a seductive pout. How quickly she recovered. Nothing ruffled her. “Don’t keep me in suspense.” She leaned closer. Both breasts pressed against his chest. Soft vanilla perfume teased his nostrils. He’d love to lick her from head to toe. “I left my briefcase behind the bar. It contains your pictures.” Harry started at this revelation. “Let me have a look.” “You can look, but these are staying in my possession. At least for now.” He kissed her cheek softly. His uncle gestured into the air. “Fine. I’ll look at them later. I got things to do.” Halfway to the door, Harry turned. “Since I can’t do anything in here. Coming or not, 78

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Brad?” “In a couple minutes. Have a drink on me while you wait.” Muttering, Harry left the office. Brad locked the door behind him and whispered his intention to watch what he said in the event his uncle had tried bugging the office. He cradled Jade’s hot body against his. If she heard his heart hammering, she gave no indication. Sparkling green eyes stared up at him. “Let’s see those pictures.” Her fingers unfastened the top button of his navy-blue and white-striped dress shirt, and she hiked up her skirt. “What’s your hurry?” The contents of his desk scattered as she settled onto the blotter. First one, then the other shoe struck the carpeting. Around her slim waist, the skirt bunched. No panties today. Slowly, she opened her legs to reveal the most luscious pink in the world. He traced his finger between the slick pussy lips. Leaning back, she rested her heels against the desk’s edge and gave his hands full access. He plunged his thumb into her heat. How her eyes shone like fine emeralds. “You like to keep an emotional distance between yourself and a woman, don’t you? Finger fucking me doesn’t allow for your heart to become involved. Fine with me. I don’t have time for a man to mess up my life.” “Better that way. For both of us.”

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Jade scanned the room another time. Not much furniture for a bedroom. Then, again, a bachelor lived here. And once this afternoon ended, she’d be living one wild fantasy of stripping and going wilder than ever before. Business before pleasure. Breathe deep and repeat. Push those silly notions of connecting emotionally with Brad out of your mind. She stroked the velveteen leopard-print pillow pressed against her stomach. Inhaling, she savored Brad’s signature scent. Spicy with a touch of bergamot. She burrowed deeper into the taupe micro-suede beanbag chair and glanced at her reflection overhead. Those wrinkles would never iron out of this skirt. “Better than 3-D, isn’t it?” Brad ran a hand through his wavy jet-black hair and stretched out on the bed. “Surround voyeurism to be sure. I’m curious about something.” “Shoot.” “Actually, that was my question. Did you ever hit any of those panels?” He laughed and swung his legs to the side. Several pillows struck the floor at the same time as his feet. The sexy informant in the tight khaki pants approached her. Brad knelt beside her and cupped her knee in his hand. What began as slow, deliberate tickles became bolder squeezes up her thigh. Much as a comet heading toward earth, his devilish digits were on a collision path with her crotch and about to make contact any second. Why fight this seduction? Jade relaxed and opened her legs wider. His path to her pussy unimpeded, Brad fingered her sex while his gaze bored into her soul. “Why waste a single drop on those damned mirrors?” His strokes intensified, several fingers slipping inside her wetness. “I’d rather fill up a condom.” He squinted and drifted his gaze over her face. “Sometimes you don’t seem like a cop. Like now. You’re much softer. Approachable.” 80

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“I thought we came back here to relax and discuss the plan for tonight? I’m still on Miami-Dade’s clock.” “No mixing undercover business with an under-the-covers affair.” He pulled his fingers free at her squirming. “Aren’t you comfortable where you are?” Hell, no, she wasn’t. Every time she was within ten feet of Brad, her heart pounded at a jackhammer pace. He affected her physically and mentally unlike any other man. Face it, she was falling hard for this hunk and had to back pedal before it was too late. The last thing she needed was lust to land her in bed with a man who’d set a straight path for bachelorhood. “I’m fine.” How could she stop herself and her body from fulfilling their urges? Primal urges. Unstoppable and insatiable. “My bed’s a lot softer than this chair.” What started as a slow sizzle rose to a full-blown fire in her belly. His massaging had activated every nerve ending. Her body was on high alert. “We still have business to handle.” She licked her lips, allowing her tongue to toy with her lower lip. “Your uncle is crooked as a hound’s hind leg. As for you, I’m fairly satisfied you’re running a legitimate business and aren’t involved.” “But you’re not satisfied in another way. Don’t try to convince me otherwise, brave lady. I’d hate to see anything happen to you. What can I do to totally satisfy you?” Both nostrils flared and his breathing deepened. “Trust me.” His voice crackled with emotion. He saw straight through her. Into her heart. Into her soul. “Trust me.” Her ex, Dan, had said that so many times. After the way he had treated her, it would take a lot for her to give her heart to another man. “You seem aboveboard, but trust is an issue for me. This is a dangerous profession. I’m trained to be on my guard. Duty first, everything else later or not at all.” Those dangerous hazels flashed at her. One by one, he licked his fingers. “Have it your way, hot lady.” Before she took another breath, they plunged inside her again. “I’ll have it mine.” She pushed hard against his hand and trapped his wrist between her legs. As she 81

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sank deeper into the beanbag chair, Brad’s arm followed. “Thirsty?” “Hell, yes. Squirt again for me. Let me taste you.” She milked his fingers. “I was thinking more along the lines of a martini.” “You’d prefer hard liquor to a hard cock?” Brad pulled his fingers free. Her cum shone from fingertip to bottom knuckle. Lifting his damp hand, she pressed two into his mouth and licked the third clean herself. His other hand slipped out of sight. A soft hiss sounded. If she wasn’t mistaken, he’d unzipped his pants. She sucked the tip of his wet finger harder. “Will you help get me in the mood for tonight?” “I’m in.” “Good. Right now, I want that martini. No. A shot of peppermint Schnapps.” Jade righted herself. Brad grinned and stood. The zipper of his pants gapped open. She leaned forward and drew her fingertip over the swell of his cock. A sigh threatened to escape her closed lips, and she swallowed it. So soft. Softer than the maroon cotton of his boxer shorts. Brad drew in a sharp breath. As he blew it out, her bangs fluttered against her forehead. Turning away from her, he headed out the bedroom door, his footfall muffled by the plush taupe carpeting. “You’d better be ready to rock and roll when I get back.” “What if I’m not?” He looked back, a crooked smile on his kissable lips. “I have ways you won’t resist.” Jade freed herself from the beanbag chair. With her back to him, she stuck out her ass and smacked it hard. “Resist this.” Footfall sound against the carpeting. His hand met with her bare buttock. “Impossible, just like you.” He clearly wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Forget the drink. What I really want is something deeper than a dick in my pussy.” Shit. Why couldn’t she keep her thoughts to herself? “What did you say?” “Nothing.” She approached the cedar chest, bent over and rested her hands on the lid. “My mouth is working faster than my mind.” The soles of his stocking feet scuffed against the carpeting. A drawer opened and 82

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closed. Cellophane crinkled. Sneaky, sneaky, Brad, but I know what you’re up to. Jade unzipped the skirt, shoved it downward and stepped free. With a slight kick, she sent it out of her way. The panties followed. Brad’s warm hands squeezed her buttocks, kneading them like a baker would dough. Without warning, he plunged into her from behind. Instead of filling her drink order, he filled her. “Fuck me hard. Prime my pussy for a session in the swing later.” “You asked for it, bad girl.” As she pressed her palms into the quilted pad on the lid, her head spun and her nails broke the smooth velvet. His body stilled. Low laughter rattled in his throat. He pinched her ass and then pulled out. “What the--?” More laughter, this time louder. Each chuckle ricocheted off the mirrors and bedroom walls. She slammed her fist into the velvety pad. You asked for it and he gave it to you good. He’s fucking with your mind. She turned around and fell into his open arms. “Something wrong, sweet cheeks?” He tipped her head and silenced her protests with a long, hot kiss. His tongue teased then parted her quivering lips. It sluiced over her teeth, and she opened wider. Over her upper palate his tongue played, while she clawed his back. Brad pushed her away. “Time to get the lady what she wants.” Was he a joker or what? “This lady wants to leave.” A devilish grin played on his lips. “Patience is a virtue you don’t possess.” “So sure of yourself, aren’t you? How do you know my strengths and weaknesses?” Brad sprinted from the room before she could stop him. Only her damned reflection remained, confronting her at every turn. On the dresser rested a picture of Brad posed beside his Ferrari. No family photos. Nothing personal. The floorboards in the hallway creaked. Brad rounded the doorway and winked. Other than a smile, the only thing he wore was an electric blue condom on his hard cock. Mmmm. As he walked, his heavy balls slapped against his thighs. Silvery liquor glistened in the shot glass he carried. Her mouth watered, and her gaze wavered between his cock and the alcohol. Jade worked her way over to him and pointed to the nightstand. “Set it over there 83

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for a minute. I want to take care of something else first.” “Thought you were in a hurry to go over tonight’s gig?” He sniffed the shot glass and laid it beside the marble-based lamp. “Oh, I am, but I think you’ll appreciate this intermission.” She lunged and tackled him onto the cranberry comforter. “Look out, Tarzan. Jade’s about to rock your world.” Their lips brushed in brief greeting. When he reached for her, she pushed him back against the pillows and straddled him. “This doesn’t look like any jungle to me.” Brad struggled for a moment and then settled. She tongued both of his nipples and sac. “Hold on tight, Priapus. The show’s about to begin, and there’s no telling when it will end. Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.” What in the blue Hell was she up to? Brad flopped onto the bed. His mind raced at the possibilities. Where did she go? Not to the bathroom. Wrong direction for that. To get something to eat? He massaged his cock and watched the doorway. From the living room stereo, someone sang about taboos. Sex with Jade Hunter should be taboo. She was a forbidden fruit. One he loved eating slowly, licking every bit of her cum juice away. A nearly impossible task since she never stopped gushing. He closed his eyes. Visions of his ex, Sara the bitch who slept around, appeared. Today, he’d banish those memories for good. Women lived to make men miserable. Most weren’t capable of caring or love. Love? What’s up with that? Okay, maybe he was hard 24/7 since meeting the awesome Miss Hunter, but love? Definitely, he loved being around her. Hated other men ogling or touching her. His gut clenched. And tonight she’d be meeting another man. Going with him to a motel. Brad pounded the spare pillow flat. Larry was her partner, but he was still a man. Look out. He shifted position and strained for any sign of what she might be up to. You’re in for a big fall if you keep this up. She’s given you carte blanche to fuck her and get her geared up for the undercover assignment. Forget about any deeper attachments. Take what she’s giving and leave the rest. Still wear the crisp white blouse rolled up to her elbows, the sexiest cop in the city re-entered the bedroom. The mattress dipped as she clambered beside him. Hot lashes of her tongue against his balls almost made him explode. This woman knew how to work a 84

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man. Her fingers ringed the base of his cock. “Mmmm.” She rose up, her soft creamy breasts bouncing. Straddling him, she eased forward and unbuttoned her blouse. No bra today. Against his closed lips, she pressed one of her sweet-scented nipples. He claimed the nub between his teeth and applied light pressure. A moan slipped out from behind her glossy lips. “You like it rough?” “The rougher the better.” At her urging, he released the delicate pucker of flesh. Her soft ass swiped against his belly. While he caressed her back, she rubbed her breasts over his chest. Cum dripped from her pussy onto his navel. A sliver of her tongue slipped out and swiped at her lower lip. “I’m hungry.” Brad nodded in the direction of the door. “The fridge is that way. You were gone long enough to eat a five-course meal.” “What I want isn’t in the fridge.” She climbed off him and claimed the shot glass. Without spilling a drop, she mounted him again and locked her smooth legs against his body. Reaching behind, she stripped the condom from his cock. What? She actually trusted him to remain bare? No woman other than his ex ever sampled him bareback—unless he counted Kathy in ninth grade underneath the bleachers. He studied Jade’s serious face and drank in every detail. Tangled golden hair. Icy green eyes seducing him without shame. Her mouth formed a seal around the shot glass. Tossing back her head, she consumed the contents in one swallow. Leaning over the bed’s edge, she dropped the empty glass. Damn. This hellcat affected him on more than one level. No use denying how much he wanted her. He had to have her. From the way she presented herself to the world, she radiated confidence. But what was she out to prove? Whatever, it was time for her to let someone else be in control, even if for the duration of one hot session between the sheets. He cared about Jade. Cared more about her sexual satisfaction than his today. Drawing her down, he took her quivering lips in a deep kiss. Some of the minted liquor remained, and he licked it away. “Something to chase that Schnapps’?” 85

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“Absolutely. Give it to me.” She loosened her legs and moved away from him. In one swoop, the head of his cock disappeared into her mouth. Down the shaft, her lips and tongue traveled. He clutched the bedclothes and moved his hips toward her mouth. Her nails cut into his leg. Suck after suck, she changed up the pressure. As she rose, inch after inch reappeared. He popped free from her lips, and she fitted her hands around his wet hardness. A couple pumps and a clear drop appeared on the tip and glistened. She wiped it off and continued massaging. More cum seeped out, but she never sampled. “Time to take things higher,” she said. “In that swing.” The swing? Damn. He should have burned that thing when he got rid of Sara. Jade would probably storm out and never speak to him again. But he couldn’t— wouldn’t—let her gorgeous ass touch the same places Sara’s had. Why dredge up bad memories he’d rather let buried. “Come on,” she panted, still clutching his cock. “What are you waiting for?” For the longest time, they stared each other down. Neither pounced or provoked the other. Jade puffed hot breaths over his face. “Are you daydreaming? Didn’t you hear me?” “I’d rather…” The words clogged in his throat. “Rather what? You don’t have the balls to finish me off up there?” “It’s not that. I don’t…” “Save it for someone else. You’re only interested in your own release like all the others.” Act fast or she’ll split and you’ll never get another chance to tell her how you feel. “Release?” The word tasted rotten rolling off his tongue. Jade dressed faster than a fireman. He rushed over to her and pulled her body hard against his. She slapped his hands away. Instead of gazing into the jade depths of her eyes, the rumpled waves of her hair were all he saw when she jerked away. “I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting some other woman into your bed and swing.” Her lips pursed as though she were ready to spit on him. “Things have to be your way or not at all. Well, I’m not playing on such an uneven field. Go screw 86

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yourself.” Flipping him the middle finger, she gathered her skirt, sandals, and panties and stormed out the bedroom door. Just as he’d expected. Brad rushed after her, almost tripping over his discarded shoes. “Wait, Jade. It’s not like that at all.” Slam. Silence. The closed door confronted him. Only vanilla perfume lingered in her wake. Sonofafuckingbitch. If she were so minded, she could really screw things. Dig deeper into his business dealings. Hell, he had nothing to hide, but that wouldn’t stop her. His business was all he had in this crummy world. His fist met with the doorframe. But if he lost her, he’d lose his only ally in the whole mess. Worst of all, he’d lose the woman he’d come to respect. She hadn’t hesitated to take his uncle on. Others had tried and failed. Hopefully, she wouldn’t. A strange fire raged within his body. Jade and her damned pride. Martial arts got her through until now. He threw on an old tee shirt, jeans and pair of sneakers and raked a hand through his hair. Would she let him, or any man, tame her? Bring balance and happiness into her life? From the dresser, he claimed the keys to his Ferrari. A pricey toy that brought plenty of willing women his way, but for what? Nothing that lasted. For so long, he’d led the glamorous life, mingling with models and moviemakers, the famous of the photography world. That didn’t mean squat in the grand scheme of life. Jade, with her saucy attitude and sexy stance, was a shot of much-needed adrenaline into his lifeless system. If he were lucky, she may still be waiting for a cab. He headed for the living room and pressed the familiar code into the alarm system’s keypad. But she was probably halfway to his club by now. As the alarm ticked down, he flung open the door and stepped into the hallway. A shove of his hand slammed the panel closed, and he secured the deadbolt. Cursing his luck in life, he sprinted toward the elevator. Losing Jade, the woman he was coming to love, wasn’t an option.

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Jade drew in a deep breath and stepped out onto the curb. After paying the cabdriver, she set her sights on the burgundy awning. Back on Brad’s turf once again. Time to step into the devil’s den. What a hellish afternoon, and the evening wouldn’t likely deliver much better. A piece of discarded peppermint candy crunched underneath the heel of her Ferragamo. Why did Brad not want her in the swing? A horn honked, and she spun around. He was many things but not a criminal. Mister Masters did his share of women, but from what she’d researched, he didn’t do—or traffic—drugs. Miami-Dade and the FBI wanted his Uncle Harry, but she wouldn’t—couldn’t— sacrifice Brad, despite his cocksure attitude. A promotion would make her year, but not at the expense of an innocent person. Though she was told to pull any punches necessary to bring in Harry Shelton, and allow the FBI to make the bust once they infiltrated his operation, she wouldn’t stoop so low as to set Brad up. According to her briefing, several FBI agents in New Orleans would link Harry to the Southern Corridor shipments. She and Larry were responsible for locally connecting him to that cargo. Directly behind and breathing down her neck, some smart mouth invited her to a private party. She swung open the steel and glass door and barreled through, the duffel bag and her shoulder bag in tow. Neon pink and electric blue lights flared throughout the lower level of the club, but near-silence greeted her. Dead ahead, a balding bartender winked at her approach. “You look like you need a stiff one.” Was it that obvious? Did every pore in her body scream that she needed a sexual fix? “Just some water, please.” “Nothing harder?” “Nope. I have to stay sober while working. Harry made that clear last night.” “No problem.” With great flourish, the gangly bartender placed an ice-cold bottle 88

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of mineral water in front of her. “Will that satisfy you?” “More than you’ll ever know.” He evidently took the hint and walked away. One thing she couldn’t stand was some lame-ass loser putting the moves on her. A glance at the wall clock confirmed her timetable. Only a little over four hours left until she would be strutting her stuff. Where was Brad? Probably sulking and punching the bed pillows. They were supposed to arrive together, but she needed some fresh air. Brad’s bedroom had become too close for comfort, especially after he refused her fantasy. A leather barstool provided the perfect observation point, and she sat down. A mirrored panel lay behind the bar. She could check out her appearance and anyone entering Karma. Twice the door behind her opened and admitted men the bartender greeted by name and waited on. The third time, Jade spun around on the barstool. A zippered case in his hand, Brad approached. “Come feast your eyes on this stuff.” Adjusting the strap of her suede shoulder bag, she tightened her grip on the duffel, climbed down off her vantage point and headed for the steps. “Let’s go upstairs where no one can interrupt.”

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Brad crouched several inches away from her knees. “Holy shit.” The butt end of the cigarette made contact with the orange flame and glowed. Their gazes locked, and she set the lighter aside. She splayed her legs wider. Wisps of smoke curled toward the ceiling. Watch this and weep, you commitment phobe. Removing the cigarette, she stuck the filtered end between his lips. He took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke through his nostrils. With a wink, she pulled the smelly health hazard from his mouth and jammed it against the glass bottom of the ashtray. The bent butt end glowed and then shivered and died. “Fuckin’ A, Jade.” Brad came around to her right and crushed his lips against hers. In and out, his tongue plunged, exploring every corner of her mouth. Jade pulled away. “Care to taste something else?” “Thought you’d never ask.” Brad crouched between her legs and tongued the tiny gold-ball stud. “Lick me harder. Don’t stop.” His tongue stilled. Standing, he placed both hands on her hips and leaned so close their noses touched. “Best smoke I never had. Here.” He tossed her a key. “If you have to leave for any reason, lock up.” Jade swung her legs and stared at the office’s ceiling. This shit was far from funny. Brad wasn’t here twenty minutes before he took off again. He’d left her here again, bare-assed on top of his desk and unfulfilled. Damn his so-called appointment. Men. Who needed them? Without a doubt, she did. Dildos weren’t made for a sex drive as strong as hers. But Brad Masters wasn’t the only bachelor in town. There were plenty of single men in Miami—men who’d pay her a lot more attention than him. She picked up the paperclip holder and flung it across the room. The daisy chain arced and landed on the couch. Miss Wet Dream Sunny probably had a body and tongue he couldn’t resist. Jade’s fist met with the blotter. Ouch. But her pride had taken a much harder hit. How could she have fantasized about a man like Brad? Face it, once again you’ve fallen hard and right on your stupid face. But why give up so easily? Two could play his carnal game. This thirty-year-old undercover agent still had lots of fight left in her body. She glanced at her watch. Plenty of time to get ready and give Brad a preview of her costume. Rearranging her skirt, she climbed down 92

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from the desk, grabbed her purse and took out the office key. Time to touch base with Larry and discuss tonight’s plan of action.

**** Brad entered his office. Only the clock’s ticking. No sign of Jade. He tossed the shopping bag beside the desk. Probably pissed off at him for leaving her alone. Someone tapped on the half-open office door. He wheeled around and almost lost his balance. Before him stood Jade, wearing a seductive smile and a self-applied suit of black latex. His cock jerked to attention. She twirled around and strutted closer. She’d even worked the rubber into the crease of her ass. With each stride, the supple suit clung to her like a second skin. The white cardboard stick of a sucker bobbed between her lips. Brad drew in a deep breath. Rubber never had it so damned good. She raked her nails across the front of his jeans. “I thought you’d like my costume.” Her words slurred from the candy she slurped. The shoulder bag and bundled clothes left her hand and landed on the couch. As she perched on the edge of the desk, his gaze fell to the patch of moist pink skin between her legs. He closed the door and locked it. “You’ve been a bad girl, Jade.” She puffed her lower lip into a pout. He gripped her shoulders, and the latex molded to his sweaty palms. Against her neckline, silver leaf charms dangled over the patch of creamy bare skin. Each time she moved or inhaled, they jingled. With a slight tug, he removed the candy from her mouth. He drew her hot tongue between his teeth. After several sucks, he released it. “Mmmm. Cherry.” “How many licks does it take to get to the center?” “Of what? You or the sucker?” Brad smeared the candy over her pussy. She wore that red glaze well. Jade thrust her hips toward his hand. A smile played on her lips. “Care to lick me clean?” “Without a doubt. Despite other social invitations, I’ve chosen to spend the afternoon with you.” “I’ll just bet you did. You didn’t have to return on my account.” Uh, oh. This cat’s about to show you her claws. Brad knelt and licked off her candy coating. Underneath his tongue, her clit hardened. “Damn you, Brad Masters. Give me what I really want.” 93

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“And what might that be?” He rolled his tongue and thrust the tip into her oozing heat. Her squeal shook him to the bone. “Your thick cock.” She pushed him backward and sprang from the desk, black-skinned as a panther. As he landed, her heaving body pinned him fast to the floor. Both of her hands rested beside his ears, while her legs pressed tight against his flanks. He tickled her anus. Her grip loosened and he tackled her off. Together they rolled across the carpet, both fighting for control. “Want to see what’s underneath here?” Her fingers played over the latex suit. He nodded, stripped off his tee shirt and tossed it onto the couch. Anything to peel off and get rid of that shitty tasting rubber. She straddled his chest backward, and he traced the straight line of her spine. Her nimble fingers unzipped his jeans and yanked them over his hips. With each breath, his sides expanded and forced against her unyielding leg muscles. He tilted his head. What a sight. A matte rubber-covered, heart-shaped ass. In one smooth movement, she stood and stretched. Cool air wafted over his belly where her hot ass had rested. She turned toward him and raised her left leg. Five tiny toes swept along his side. Gooseflesh raised on his arms and legs. “Ready for a long, hard ride?” She stopped teasing and straddled his body. “Are you?” The hellcat leaned forward, and her left nipple brushed against his lips. Brad snatched it between his teeth. Despite the burning in his cheeks and bitterness, he chewed through the thin layer of latex and uncovered the bare skin beneath. Her steady finger scraped away the pieces from his tongue. Bit by beautiful bit, he peeled away the faux jet skin from her breasts and belly, leaving patches of damp flesh. Into the pucker of her navel, he sank his tongue, and her fingers tugged harder on his hair. A moan gurgled in her throat. “Lick me all over.” “We have something else to do first.” Her white snarl appeared. “Do me!” “First, let me show you your surprise.” She tightened her grip on his body. “You’re not going anywhere this time.” Brad slapped her ass hard, his hand stinging from the brief, but delicious contact. 94

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“Wanna bet?” Even Jade had a sensitive spot, and he found it underneath her ear. While she tumbled away from him and convulsed with laughter, he made his way to the light switch. The whole room blazed forth in fluorescent glory. “Feast your eyes on this fantasy, beautiful lady. Time to make your wildest wishes—and you—cum true.” A neon-pink harness dangled from Brad’s hands. Jade hugged herself. He was naked and ready to ride. If only she weren’t wearing this coat of rubber. How good that ass-cradling apparatus would feel digging into bare skin. “It’s awesome.” The heat flashing throughout her body turned white at reaching her sex. Using a step stool he secured from the closet, Brad attached her gift to the ceiling and offered his hand to her. From every angle, she examined the swing. “Think that’ll hold me?” “That ceiling is built to last. You…” He licked a lazy path around his lips. “You’re just plain damned built. Sunny agreed your light weight would suit this swing and the set-up I envisioned.” The swish of his feet against the stool’s steel platform made her shiver. How naughty of him. He didn’t meet another woman for a sexual encounter this afternoon. Instead, he purchased this pussy-wetting surprise. Now she could fulfill another sexual fantasy. Secured in that harness, her body would implode with those multiple orgasms. What a perfect way to warm up for what lay ahead that evening. Her mouth watered. The muscles of Brad’s back flexed with each adjustment he made to the swing. He turned toward her, and she drifted her gaze over his front. At least nine inches of hard cock jutted out, just below his rock-hard belly. Grrrrr. She walked over to the stool and stroked his sac. Upon contact with his balls, her fingers and pussy tingled. Electric jolts of sexual energy flooded her body from head to heels. You got it bad girl, but this time, that’s good. He climbed down and pointed to the network of nylon strap work. “I thought this would get you primed for tonight.” Jade nodded. Now to climb up there and let him please her pussy until they both came multiple times. “I like it very much, but not as much as the man who bought it for 95

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me.” They clung to each other, bodies blending, hearts pounding. “You’ve played fair with me in the investigation.” His breath fanned against the side of her head, some of his words spilling into her hair. “This is a small token of my gratitude. Let your wildest side show. Ride my cock while I give you a pussy full of cum. You do want it bareback, right?” “Of course. I trust you.” I think. So, he wanted to see what made her hot when it came to sex? Brad cared about her desires as opposed to his. No other man had ever gone to such lengths before to satisfy her sexually. “Actually, what do you mean, played fair? I can play dirty too.” “You believe I’m innocent until proven guilty.” “True. I don’t want to see you hanging by your balls for someone else’s sins and crimes.” She glanced at the harness and then back at Brad. “But, I would like to see you hanging out in those nylon restraints sometime this afternoon.” A goofy grin meandered across his mouth, and his chest heaved at deeper breaths. “You have to try it out first.” She sauntered over to the stool and cocked one hip. Thrusting out her almost-bare ass, she bent over. “Do you want to do me down here or up a bit higher for starters?” “Higher. As high as you can get and still stay in contact with my cock.” While his gaze burned through the remains of her clinging bodysuit, she made a production of arranging and strapping herself. After she squirmed into position and rose slightly, Brad grabbed her left foot. From between his lips, his long tongue jabbed. He licked the length of one of the four-inch heels on her fuck-me stilettos. She further adjusted the black-fur-lined leg restraints around her ankles. “Fuck me, bad boy.” Until now, she’d kept her strap-secured legs pretty close together, but he pried them apart, his grin devilish and crooked. “Upon wide and say ‘ahh’.” Licking her lips, she allowed him full access to her hot slit. “Is this wide enough?” “Perfect.” With slight maneuvering from his hands, the swing lowered to a better level. “Stick it in me bare. I want to feel your cock skin not some condom.” “You sure?” 96

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“Yes. I’m on the pill and think your playboy image is pure hype.” Pushing the stool aside, Brad gripped her hips and penetrated her wet pussy. What a newsflash. She admitted trusting him. Jade of the Criminal Justice World didn’t find him a player. His sex drive shifted into a higher gear. He drew back and plunged into her again, this time harder. The harness bobbed and strained against its chain anchor. “Fuck me hard and fast.” Straight white teeth snarled at him again. “You asked for it…” Time after time, he pulled out and pummeled her slick heat. With each impact, her knees dug into his sides and her heels thumped his back. Back and forth, they traded blows below the belt. Sweat trickled down her cheek and he licked some away. He fitted his fingers into the crease of her ass and ground her crotch against his. Twice, he fingered her asshole and made her scream. The bungee cord rigging hissed at each collision, and she worked the adjusters with ease. He slid his hands to the curve of her buttocks and squeezed hard. “Feels so fucking good.” His balls tensed and his whole body throbbed. “Time for me to pick a position.” Dampness glistened between her breasts. As he entered her again, she let go of the straps and reached forward. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders. She tongued his earlobe and his balls relaxed. “Oh, no, you don’t. Not yet.” A roaring commenced in his brain. He shook off the daze. With a giggle, she settled back into her makeshift seat, and they lost connection. What the fuck was she up to? She reached out and gripped both of the stabilizing chains, and the sculpted curve of her biceps emerged. Her sweat slick body writhed, secured by sturdy pink nylon straps and fake fur. Honey-blonde hair tumbled against her rosy damp cheeks. No doubt about it. This lioness was out to rule the fucking jungle and his heart. Her tongue poked between her lips. “Sit on the stool, grip the edges and lean back.” Assuming her requested position, he looked up. Like a sexy storm, she descended. Jerking the harness sideways, she splayed her legs into a perfect split and angled her body until it crossed his. Of all the wild things he’d ever done sexually, this damned well topped them all. “How good is your aim?” “Pretty good.” She lowered over him, her right hand meeting with his belly. Her 97

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left ringed the base of his cock and her pussy devoured the head. A wiggle worked him deep inside. Brad reared up and wrapped his arms around her waist. Every time her hips and pussy worked over his cock, it throbbed harder. “Ride me, baby. Pump that cum up from my cock.” He inhaled. Cherry sucker, latex and Jade’s wet pussy. Her breasts bobbed, both pink nipples tight. Those green eyes stared at him like never before. She traced one of her fingernails around the periphery of his right nipple. “See what Jade does to bad boys?” “I promise to behave…well, later anyway.” His balls tightened and he clutched the woman of his wildest dreams. Jade’s breath came in soft pants, and golden strands of hair clung to her damp and flushed cheeks. Deep inside of her, he exploded, his whole body aflame. She convulsed like a puppet whose master had cast aside the strings, and then collapsed against him in a quivering heap of hot rubbery flesh. “Care to go another round?” Her tongue traced circles around his sensitive nipple. “Maybe later. There’s something, some place, I think you’ll enjoy. Your dressing room at Pandora’s Box. Won’t take us long to get there.” All of the fight and fury gone from her body; Jade nodded and flattened her palms against his back. Hell, he wanted to fuck her more, but there wasn’t time. With a deep kiss and promise of more passion, he lifted her from his lap, helped her out of the twisted up apparatus and headed toward the small bathroom. A series of chirps. His beeper. He backtracked, grabbed it from the desk, and glanced at the display. Bring on the babe. While he dressed, she hummed and finger-combed her tangled hair. Damn his uncle. He wanted more time alone with her. “Who paged you?” Jade toyed with her pink nipples. “One of your girlfriends?” “Uncle Harry. He’s waiting for us at Pandora’s Box.” He clipped the beeper onto his jeans. Every synapse fired in his system. How could he go through with this? The 98

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thought of exposing Jade to the hands, mouth and cock of his uncle brought a burning deep in his gut. Get over it. She’s a cop and used to this type of gig. Maybe the blood hadn’t yet settled back into her brain and she’d reconsider? “Why do you have to be the one who goes this deep undercover?” “We’ve been through this before. It’s my assignment. I have to deliver Harry Shelton to justice. Of course, the FBI has dibs on the big collar. At least I get some satisfaction from uncovering his dirtiest dealings, giving them a lead on the investigation and bringing the bastard’s business under closer scrutiny. Approaching the storage area, he listened as she gave him a rundown of her reasons for not backing down. Time to take care of something. His hand trembled over the closet door’s handle. At least Harry didn’t suspect anything yet. But if he did, his suspicions hadn’t spurred him to plant surveillance devices in his nephew’s office. A thorough sweep while Jade looked through her photos had revealed nothing. He opened the door slowly and flicked on the light. From underneath several folders, he removed the one containing phone numbers and addresses of women he’d dated since the break-up with Sara. He thumbed on the shredder’s switch, removed the useless papers and tossed the folder onto the shelf. Caught between the machine’s steel teeth, the sheets of colored paper shredded into ribbons and sifted into the plastic receptacle. Behind that panel of varnished wood stood a reason to leave the past behind. He’d rather cultivate a relationship with Jade Hunter and forget about the cunts who’d come into his life for a night or two. “I’ve been stood up in favor of a shredder? You cut me to the quick, Brad Masters.” He shut off the shredder, switched off the light and emerged from the closet cum storeroom. The sexy pout she wore was precious. One kiss took it away. “Ever see the scene on Ocean Drive after dark?” “No, and I wouldn’t turn down an invitation.” His beeper again sounded. Hands clenched, he approached the pink harness. “Take the batteries out.” A coil of shiny hair twisted around her index finger. If only it were that simple. “Can’t. Might miss an important call.” “You’ll miss something, all right. Miss November, Miss December…” 99

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Standing on the stool, he removed the network of nylon and steel from the ceiling stabilizer. “Watch yourself tonight. Don’t let your guard down for a single second.” “Larry will be around to watch my back. Once we’re in the vicinity of Pandora’s Box, I’ll call him from a payphone. My cell phone stayed at home for security reasons.” Brad released their sex prop, stepped down and laid it across the stool. He smacked her tempting rubber-covered ass. “Care to give me a couple more moves before you try them out later?” “Nope.” She pivoted and shot him a sassy backwards glance. “I’m going to peel out of this rubber suit, and then I’ll be ready. We mustn’t keep horny Harry waiting.”

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Chapter Nine

Jade dialed Miami-Dade headquarters. Outside the phone booth, traffic whizzed past on Dennison Boulevard. With a tissue from her shoulder bag, she wiped off the receiver before placing it to her ear. After only two rings, Larry answered. “You’re arriving at Pandora’s Box around seven-thirty?” She toyed with the phone cord. “Yeah. I’ll have my hair dyed black and be wearing a gray Armani suit, lavender dress shirt and leather loafers.” “Got it. Your connection is Ricardo, right?” Larry cleared his throat. “Yeah. The bartender, Ricardo Valencia. He called me just after lunch. I have the fifty grand to make the buy. Just completed the paperwork. We’ll have to meet at the motel. Have Brad drop you off at Logan Avenue. Go to The Coffee Bar and get the keys from Mrs. Allen. She’s expecting you. The car will be in the lot behind her business. You can drive it back to the club and meet Brad. Like I told you before, I’m supposed to get a sample of the smack beforehand. Don’t know how, but I guess we’ll find out? I was told they’d pass it to you, if possible.” “Do you think he’s possibly using his dancers to distribute the samples?” “Since one was found dead at the Palm Court Inn, that’s where the trail seems to lead. Be prepared to be carrying more than your 9 mm. when you leave the club tonight. Torrez wants you in place to scope out the room and get in position before we arrive. Whoever Ricardo works for didn’t want you with us, either.” “It’s best we’re separate. That way, they can’t take both of us down at the same time if suspicion is aroused before we get to our established destination.” “I only hope we can find out how they’re doing it. That dead woman was definitely one of Harry’s girls. Had quite a set of tracks on her arms. From all accounts, she was one of his most valued dancers. Stage name of Angel. We don’t know whether or not she had any drugs on her before the shooting. But she sure was a user.” 101

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“If they suspected her, how will we fare any better?” A sneeze echoed through the receiver. “For the record, Harry’s been checking you out. Word on the street says he’s got it hard for Azure Blue, but he’s not sure she’s legit. So far he’s come up with nothing, but we can’t keep our hopes up forever. That could be why Larry’s been asked to accompany Ricardo to the motel.” Harry wasn’t taking chances, but that wasn’t surprising. She swallowed hard. Regardless, it would take more than a sleaze ball like him to bring her down. These assignments always meant putting her life on the line. Nothing made her adrenaline surge faster than a risky case. Well, nothing unless she counted sex with Brad Masters. A skateboarding youth stopped about fifty feet from the phone booth and stared. Shit. Was he one of Harry’s snitches on the street? “Hang tight, Larry.” “What’s wrong?” “We got company.” Larry uttered a string of profanities. “Talk dirty to me.” Shit. Shit. Shit. She only did that with guys she dated. “You sure know how to fuck me just right.” “You say the sweetest things.” Larry made some odd sucking sounds. “You swallow, sweetheart?” Her stomach gurgled and growled. Time to start eating meals at regular intervals. Either that or she’d hurl from hunger and Larry’s crude comments. “There’s a first time for everything.” Hopefully not on this case. The Hispanic teenager continued on, and she turned to watch his departure. She slumped against the back of the booth. He laughed. “You mean to say the honeymoon’s over? Don’t tell me there’s another man?” “Whatever. He’s gone. You can cut the comedy. Just watch my back and I’ll do the same.” “Your back? You’ll be almost naked, and I’m supposed to only concentrate on your back? Won’t make for a very convincing setup if that’s all I’m allowed to look at.” “Keep your mind on the job. Remember, this isn’t for real.” “Oh, it sure as shit is. Just not personal. This is as real as it gets. Our act has to be perfect.” 102

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“I’ll be ready. Which motel?” “Room twelve at The Hacienda. That’s our love nest.” “Love nest? Bullshit. I’ll get the room. Catch you later.” She slammed the receiver back onto the base. Damn men and their attitudes. Larry always bragged about being happily married. If he forgot his wedding vows, a couple of her Wing Chun moves would jog more than his memory.

**** Every table and booth at Pandora’s Box was filled tonight. Fantasy, the evening’s first act, performed onstage, shaking her naked ass for the crowd. Jade closed her eyes and counted to ten. Maybe by the time the performance ended, she’d wake up and this would all be a dream. She rubbed her forearms, her skin still red and tingling from contact with the latex she’d removed. Soon, a fresh black coat of rubber would cover only her vital parts. “Ready to rock this fucking place a little later?” A male hand stroked the side of her face. The odor of stale cigars filled her nostrils. Only one man indulged in that type of decadent smoke. The hamburger she’d eaten waged a war in her stomach. Slowly, she opened her eyes and turned toward the club owner. “Harry? What a nice surprise. Are you here to wish me luck before my first performance?” “Luck? Yeah. Some luck and a fuck.” “I don’t mix business with pleasure.” “We’ll see. Inside this club, everything is for everyone’s pleasure. But, like you, I don’t mix the two. I let my accountant handle the business end.” Harry grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. “While I handle this end.” Where in the Hell was Brad when she needed him most? She playfully slapped Harry’s pudgy hand. “If I don’t get ready, I’ll keep the crowd waiting. That’s not good for business.” A sly grin curved his fat lips. “Too true, honey.” He bestowed more lewd good luck wishes and pressed his tobacco-tainted lips against hers. “I have a feeling you’re going to work out more than fine. Tonight, some other nights, a guy might want to give you a present for your performance.” “Oh? And I should accept their gift?” 103

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“Without a damned doubt. Christmas comes lots of times at my club.” “There you are. Come on. I’ll help you get into your costume.” Brad maneuvered her away from his uncle. “She doesn’t need any help.” Harry got in his nephew’s face. “You just make yourself comfortable and watch the show. When you’re here, you’re family. My guest. Guests aren’t supposed to be working.” Brad clapped his hand against Harry’s shoulder. “You’ll more than appreciate the surprise we have in store.” “Really?” At Harry’s laugh, his sour breath made her stomach churn harder. “Absolutely. Have I ever let you down? I’m family, remember?” Harry waved them away. “Get your asses moving so she can do the same up there.”

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strain of her muscles. She whirled around, hugging the steel cylinder and offering her audience a peek at her pussy. By the second turn, she’d grown accustomed to her act and jabbed one leg straight out. A sharp glance to the right of the stage revealed Larry, smiling and nodding at her performance. Several men held up bills. Where was the one whose lap she was supposed to lavish with attention? Brad hooted and blew her a kiss. Making eye contact with her, his head jerked backwards. Ricardo must be sitting behind him. Time to bring this crowd to their knees. Show them I am the boss. Get a look at my wildest side, Brad Masters. We’ll take this act to your bed later. She abandoned the pole. Underneath the coat of latex Brad had applied, her skin burned and prickled. Licking her lips, she peeled two small patches of rubber from her chest. Her pink nipples popped out erect and ready for Brad’s tongue. Bathed in the reddish-golden spotlight, she got down on her belly and crawled to stage’s edge. So, according to Harry, Christmas came often here at Pandora’s Box. And those presents just might be a powder other than the sparkly cocoa-flavored kind dancers puffed on their bodies before hitting the stage. Her heart thrummed as fast as the laser lights. With her eyes closed, she fantasized that Brad’s tongue teased along the crease of her ass. Rising to her knees, she reached back and stroked her ass. Opening her eyes, one puffy face filled her field of vision. Harry thumped the table. “Fuckin’ A, bitch.” Bitch? You ain’t seen nothing yet, scum sucker. She forced herself to lock gazes with shithead Sheldon. One hand rubbed his crotch while the other clutched a cigar. Good. Come now and spare someone else later. Jade sat down and spun around on the stage, opening her legs wide and flashing the audience another quick peek of pink. As she peeled more of the latex from her breasts, the noise level ratcheted several decibels. Okay, Brad. I’m going to a higher level. She returned to the pole, stroked it and slid around it like a snake. Her leg muscles tightened, and she spun around several times to display her double-dees. With each downbeat, she made another rotation around the pole. Despite what the music claimed, she was anything but a rag doll tonight. Slick from her cum, her thighs greased the pole, but she maintained her grip. As 105

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though mesmerized by her risqué moves, Brad and another man stood at the edge of the stage, gazes glued to her body. “Here’s something special for you pussy lovers.” She tossed her head and spun even faster. God, yes, Brad. Look at me with those gorgeous hazels. Burn through this rubber to my bones. Hit my heart with your best wink while you’re at it. “Yeah, baby. Peel off more of that rubber paint.” Larry’s shouts drowned out Brad’s and Harry’s. Okay, partner. Don’t get too carried away. She spun around twice more, leaning back so that the edges of her hair were only inches from the floor. Suddenly, her head spun faster than her body. Jade stopped, righted herself and clung to the pole for a couple minutes to clear her mind and equilibrium. Time to pump up the volume. While her left stiletto stayed on the floor, Jade kicked her right leg up, caught it in a firm grip and lifted it slowly to the side. Brad stared her down. Perched on only one heel, she remained balanced. Higher, higher she raised her leg, and the crowd cheered louder. A slight pivot allowed her to complete the pose. Clank. The boot’s narrow heel rested against the pole’s slippery surface. With her leg propped, the audience got a good peek at her wettest place. But that’s all she’d let them see. The rest of the latex bikini would remain. Not even for an undercover gig would she strut completely naked in public. Strange heat sliced up her leg. In her youth, she practiced many times at the barre during ballet lessons. For all those years she’d railed against her mother’s wishes, tonight the woman’s persistence paid off. This tease would suffice. It damn well had to. “Care to come up here and towel me off?” Jade brought her leg down and flexed at the knees. Three bouncers prevented a few zealous patrons from answering her invitation. She scanned the crowd again. Directly behind Brad’s empty seat sat a brooding man with a swarthy, pockmarked complexion. He met her gaze and nodded twice. Ricardo. A slip of paper, probably money, remained wedged between his index and middle finger as he beckoned to her. She counted backwards from ten. Her first lap and hopefully her last. 106

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The vanilla body lotion melded with her sweat. Her pulse raced. The moneywaving man snapped his wrist twice more. Duty beckons. Give it your best. “Care to try me on for size?” Harry wiggled his fat fingers at her. Act fast. Take care of your customer. She crossed the stage and more bills waved. Each step she descended brought her closer to a carnal encounter with a total stranger. But if the dark-eyed man were part of the trafficking ring, she’d reap the benefits of playing sexy with him for a few minutes. As she passed, Harry attempted to touch her, but Jade sidestepped his wandering hand. He snapped his fingers and scowled. Damn him for treating her like a lap dog. His hand closed around hers and he pulled her down to his level. Wet lips pressed against her earlobe. “Ricardo has something for you back there. Remember what I told you? Every day is Christmas here at Pandora’s Box. You agreed to accept certain presents when they were delivered.” Jade nodded and broke free from his grasp. Winter never ended when Harry was around. He trafficked more “snow” in Miami than what fell at the North Pole. Some of the stuff undoubtedly came directly from Colombia, but Miami-Dade and the FBI had it on good source that most of his heroin came through the Southern Corridor from New Orleans. “I can’t wait to see what it is.” Truer words, she’d never spoken. He slapped her ass, but his hand got the worst of that bargain. No flab back there. Only muscle and latex. She flashed him a toothy smile. Harry spoke the truth. She promised she’d do whatever the customers asked and even accept their gifts without question. As she wended her way past several other tables, sloe-eyed Ricardo patted his lap. Jade planted herself in front of him and straddled his leg. His hand landed so hard against her latex-covered buttock she almost bit through the tip of her tongue. She rolled her head several times and checked out the action over Larry’s way. A curt nod of his large black-haired head told her to proceed with her act—but to proceed with caution. Jade braced her legs as he pulled her down so her ass met with his hard thigh. “Cara,” he whispered and muttered several other words she couldn’t translate. 107

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Hot, minted breath struck the side of her face. His tongue traced around the shell of her ear. “Such a beautiful pussy. Let Ricardo fill you up.” Fill her up? What the hell was he talking about? Harry never let dancers engage in sex while still on duty. This guy obviously had a special connection and wanted to make a more intimate one with her before too much more time passed. Someone collided with a nearby table, and the loud-mouthed man cursed when his drink spilled. She stifled a laugh. Brad turned and muttered a brief apology to the patron and offered him another drink. How sweet. He was staying close to make sure no harm came to her. Instead of lingering, Brad walked past, but his scathing glance sliced through to her soul. He actually does care more than a little. Does he want me all to himself? Does he actually think an undercover operative can engage in a romantic relationship with her informants? Sex, yes, but nothing else. Ricardo squeezed her ass and fingered her clit. She shifted backwards, and the fumbling wet fingers rested against his pant’s leg. His black eyes studied her without blinking. How damned clever. She wiggled harder against him. So that’s how you provide the samples. Winking, she licked her lips and placed his hand on her crotch. Something cool rested against her labia. With a flick of his wrist, he inserted something inside her. Jade clenched her muscles. Could it be the sample of heroin Larry had requested? Every nerve ending in her body tingled. Ricardo whispered a few more creative suggestions in her ear before pushing her off his lap. Mystery solved. Harry provided his customers with powder and pussy upon request. Too sweet. Once in place at the motel, she and Larry would crack this case wide open—as soon as she opened her legs and removed the evidence. The skin on her arms prickled. Hopefully no other players were involved in tonight’s game. Larry mentioned Ricardo and no one else. She left the laughing Ricardo and sauntered toward the stage. Another quick glance in Larry’s direction, and he flashed three fingers. The gnawing resumed in her stomach. More than one man in the motel bed. A threesome with Ricardo. Pussy and powder. What a criminal combination. 108

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Jade stared through the rain-streaked windshield, looking for the landmark that would serve as their meeting place. A glance at the speedometer revealed her foot wasn’t leaden tonight. No sense risking getting pulled over by a traffic cop not privy to her identity and mission. Especially when she wasn’t carrying any identification or vehicle registration. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel of the loaner car. Ahead, The Hacienda’s half-lit blue neon sign blinked its welcome. What a hellhole. Certainly no romantic retreat. She pulled into the parking place in front of Number Twelve. In the near darkness, she opened the glove compartment and removed the cell phone and 9 mm. mentioned in the note Mrs. Allyn passed her along with the car keys earlier. She dialed the salon owned by Tom Blaine’s great aunt. No one would suspect that number if they found her phone and did a last number redial. Lap dancers had to look good. Known as one of Miami-Dade’s most dedicated officers, Tom would serve as one of the backups for tonight’s sting. But supposing it wasn’t heroin Ricardo had placed in her pussy? What if it was some type of aphrodisiac and otherwise harmless? Had she been duped in some sort of test? Cut the crap. Let the drama unfold. Play the willing whore, ready to service any man who paid the price. But Harry Shelton would probably beat the prostitution charge even if he had the worst attorney in the state. He had so many people at his bidding. Connecting him with pussy peddling and anything else would prove a challenge. Still, there were always those minions and connections willing to talk if the right deal was offered. She tucked the phone and handgun into her bag. Leaving the beat-up Ford provided her by Miami-Dade, she adjusted her shoulder bag and stepped into a puddle that soaked her entire left foot to the ankle. She shook off the excess water and smoothed the tie-dyed tee shirt dress over her body. Flexing her stiff fingers, she strode through the motel’s office door. A wrinkle109

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faced woman sat behind the front desk’s counter, chewing on what appeared to be a late supper. At Jade’s approach, she managed a half smile. “Need a room or a place to rest?” The clerk tossed a plastic wrapper into the trashcan behind her chair. “Yes. Is Number Twelve open? Twelve is my lucky number.” That sounded so lame, but the desk attendant didn’t seem to catch on. “Sure. Sign there and you can have it for seventy bucks.” Seventy bucks? No wonder some vacancies remained. At that price, if she were a prostitute, she’d have to suck several dicks or turn several tricks to make anything after her pimp took his share. She scribbled a false identity in the ledger and tossed the money onto the counter. No request was made for identification. One of the twenties sailed off the edge and onto the floor beside the cackling woman, but Jade didn’t apologize. The crazy bitch delighted in gouging every piece of pussy that frequented this dive. A cursory examination of the parking lot revealed that Larry hadn’t arrived. She left the musty-smelling office and drew in several deep breaths of night air. Her room was less than [a] two hundred feet away. She fumbled with the passkey and cursed the door latch when it refused to turn. Again, she swiped the key, waited for the green light, slammed the lever down and landed a solid kick in the center of the door. It flew open and she entered. She located the overhead light switch and flipped it on. Only dirt and palmetto bugs could exist here. A television that must be from the Seventies. One lamp with its shade missing. A chenille bedspread filled with cigarette-burn holes and rips caused by too much activity on top of it. Backing into the door, she closed it hard. Where to sit? Every surface was covered with dust or grime. Headlights pierced the flimsy curtains. From her leather shoulder bag, she removed the 9 mm, placed it inside the dresser drawer and layered the Bible, a local carryout menu and phone book over it. How odd. A Bible in this hellhole. And who wanted to call for take-out once settled into this stinking place? People who stayed here were only interested in eating each other. Her ears strained for any sounds from the parking lot. What if Larry had been 110

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made? Worst-case scenario—what if Harry had discovered her real identity and sent someone to finish her off? She moved toward the bed and stripped off the lime-green dress. Only the latex remained. Her left shoe met with something gooey. Looking down, she raised her foot. A shocking-pink strand of taffy candy stretched upward from the threadbare yellow carpet and remained attached to the sole of her stiletto. Great. Some whore or her trick sucked on that and spit it out. She scraped her foot along the floor and most of the mess wiped off. Only a few inches in front of her, a palmetto bug skittered past. She crushed it and swiped her sole over the carpeting several more times. A loud knock sounded on the door. Jade hurried toward wooden barrier. One glance into the peephole revealed Larry. His faux black hair shone with rainwater. “Is that you, Sal?” she shouted against the door in bad need of a new coat of yellow paint. “Yeah, sugar. I’ve brought along a friend. Don’t worry. It’ll mean more for you in the end.” She swallowed the sourness rising in her throat, drew in a steadying breath and blew it out. Calm down. Face the facts. You knew about the tag-along in this buy bust. “Hold on a sec. My shoe’s sticking to the carpet.” “Your ass will be stuck to those sheets when we’re finished,” Larry said. Stuck to the sheets? Yeah, right. Good acting. Remember, this is only a game. A game you’ve played many times before. But this game wouldn’t end until Harry Shelton was tried and convicted for his crimes. “You’re full of surprises, Sal. Can’t wait to meet him.” Nervous energy swelled in her system, and she opened the door to greet the men. Ricardo raked his gaze over her body several times before settling it on her face. “Oh. We’ve already met.” She wiggled and gave Ricardo a wink. They entered and Larry drew her into a tight embrace. While his lips crushed hers, Ricardo slammed the door closed. Releasing her, Larry smirked. “I know. You prefer fucking me. It’s okay. He only wants to watch, but you’ll make an extra couple hundred if he joins in the fun.” Watch? What if this fucking voyeur were carrying a weapon? He could take them both out and reclaim the heroin before backup arrived. Watch 111

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your ass and your back, girlfriend. “Then I can buy a new pair of shoes to replace these. Hope that bed holds us.” The worry lines beside her partner’s eyes deepened. Yes, Larry, I’m on edge too. But we’re duty bound to play out this charade. May you burn in Hell and the Devil roast your balls, Harry Shelton. Ricardo set a black leather satchel on the dresser and headed toward the back of the room. Before she could swallow, his left forearm disappeared in front of him. He opened the closet door and peeked into the bathroom. An about-face brought him back their way, still scowling. He pulled the luggage rack away from the wall and balanced his wiry body on the frame’s edge. She stabbed a red-nailed finger at Ricardo. “After you see what I can do, you’ll want a piece of my action. Your fingers felt so good earlier, now my clit wants your tongue.” Ricardo shrugged. “I might play…if the game seems interesting and I like what I see.” She sashayed over to him and mimicked the way he’d pressed his lips to her ear earlier. “Oh, you will. My pussy loves extra attention. And I have more than one hole waiting to be filled.” She positioned herself between the two men and began peeling off the latex suit. As each piece of rubber fell to the floor, both men unzipped their trousers. Don’t lose your nerve and things will go smoother than a baby’s butt. “That body won’t quit.” Larry laid the stingray briefcase on the bed and started removing his clothes. Despite his feigned interest in undressing, she and the fifty grand were always in his sights. “How much you want to suck and fuck for a few hours?” “Straight sex or kinky? You into pain?” “Any way it rolls.” Larry tossed his shirt and belt aside and unfastened the button on his trousers. “Lie down there. Let’s get another look at that pussy. Where I sat tonight, I couldn’t see much. A C-note sound like a fair payment? Twice that if my friend plays along with us.” She nodded. “My usual, but that’s per hour.” Larry offered some air smooches. “Not a problem.” Jade lowered her stiff body onto the soiled chenille bedspread. Focus. Imagine you’re at home and lounging on those new pink girly sheets. 112

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Near-silence surrounded her. Larry kept his trousers on, and the wary Ricardo kept his distance. His gaze darted between her and Larry, almost as though he were watching a tennis match. Or waiting for them to make a wrong move? Larry sat down beside her and leaned forward. She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out but maintained eye contact with the man posing as her lover. Her partner placed his hand above her pubic arch. “Are you hiding something from me? If so, I love playing games. Especially rough ones.” “Hiding?” She swallowed past the clenched throat muscles. “Where could I be hiding something? All my clothes are off.” “Open those legs. Let me stick a few fingers into your pussy. There’s plenty of room for my surprise and fat cock up there.” “Maybe it’s just my time of the month if I do.” Larry gestured in Ricardo’s direction. “He tells me he gave you something earlier. Something I asked for. He came along this time because you’re new at this. After tonight, he claims you’ll be on your own. If you cooperate.” “Oh, oh yes. That surprise. How could I forget?” Without a doubt, this was one night she’d always remember. “You didn’t lose it, did you?” Ricardo’s gaze blackened. “Of course not. You’ll find out how tight I can make my pussy.” Larry moved his hand a little lower. “Do you want to get it for me? Or should I try to find the hidden treasure?” Jade slipped two fingers inside herself. At the opening, a nylon filament met the tip of one finger, and her muscles tightened. “I have to go, so you can have it.” Ricardo abandoned his watch post and rushed toward them. Four eyes pinioned her. She opened her legs wider and leaned back on the creaking bed. One tug brought the glass vial into her hand. After wiping it off on her thigh, she passed it to Larry. Ricardo grabbed Larry’s right arm and nodded at the briefcase. “You have the money in there?” he asked and opened his suit jacket. Larry examined the vial of powder. “Yeah. First I have to check this stuff out. See if it makes the grade.” One of Miami-Dade’s senior field operatives left her alone at the foot end of the bed and retrieved a zippered case from his jacket. After removing the pussy vial’s 113

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stopper, he tapped a small portion of the powder into another vial from the tester kit, added the reactant and shook the mixture vigorously. Only a brief time elapsed before Larry’s smile broadened. “A fuckin’ plus. Is the rest of my Florida frost in there?” Ricardo gestured to his satchel. “Of course. Let’s see the cash now. If it checks out, you can have your order. That’s Mr. Shelton’s policy. Before we end our evening, you two can do whatever while I watch.” Every muscle primed, Jade rose from the bed, backed slowly away from them, and pretended to head toward the bathroom. While they continued their deal closing and Larry opened the briefcase containing the money, she slowly opened the dresser drawer. “What the Hell are you doing?” Ricardo shot to the bed’s edge, his jacket still open and likely harboring a weapon somewhere underneath. “Getting some tissues out.” She removed the crumpled box and held it up for his inspection. After pulling out every tissue, she dumped the box upside down. “See? Nothing else there.” But please may you not come closer and look into the drawer. Muttering, he resumed his conversation with Larry. Shit for brains. I fooled you without half trying. She nudged the drawer closed with her knee. While they argued, the faint sound of two car doors closing reached her. The backups had arrived. Despite their successes, Harry and Ricardo were dumber than dirt. This was a bit too easy. Much easier than she’d anticipated…so far. “It’s all there like we agreed.” Larry stayed close the crisp bills as Ricardo counted the payment. Her partner-in-crime-solving scratched his ear, and Jade slipped into the bathroom. From a position atop the toilet, she mentally reviewed every possible scenario. In here she could listen and disarm Ricardo if he came after her. No need to go back in there, pull out the gun and blow the backups’ cover. She grabbed a grimy glass from the side of the sink and palmed it. If that louse tried anything, she’d smash this against his ugly face. A splintering crash. She flexed at the knees. Mike and Tom had arrived. “You’re under arrest,” Larry blurted and the sound of scuffling carried to her. Time for her to play out the last act. Her hand met with the door, and she slammed it hard against the frame. Reaching down, she popped the flimsy lock. A few heartbeats later, something impacted with the 114

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door. Wood shards sprayed over her arm, and the damaged door smashed against the opposite wall. Mike burst in and winked. He secured her in handcuffs and wrapped a ratty-looking bath towel around her body. The steel bracelets cooled her skin, and she allowed Mike to shove her through the doorway and toward the unmarked police vehicle. Behind her, Tom and Larry Mirandized Ricardo. Only once inside the police cruiser did she heave the stale air from her lungs. Phase one of their sting was complete. A successful buy-bust. Now Miami-Dade’s job was almost complete. Soon, the FBI would take over and complete the investigation of Harry and his drug-trafficking empire. Shivering, she glanced down at her legs and the frayed edges of the motel towel. She’d participated in many raids while working undercover in Manhattan, but something about tonight’s gig beat those all solid. In less than an hour, Major Torrez would listen to every word they’d spoken while in the room. Larry’s belt had been fitted with a special monitoring device that recorded Ricardo’s words. Words that incriminated Harry Shelton in tonight’s activities. Those assholes were far from the perfect criminals. Even the best criminals fucked up eventually. Harry and his bunch had trusted the wrong people and would pay with prison time. Mike opened the driver’s side door, climbed behind the wheel and started the engine. They’d return to the precinct and she’d log in her report. From this point forward, Harry Shelton’s fate lay in the hands of the Feds and Lady Justice. He’d be none the wiser of her involvement in the sting. Word from the street would get back to him that his newest dancer was hauled away by Miami-Dade. She’d be just another slut busted for solicitation. A whore who would die from a fabled overdose. And the FBI would soon take Harry out of circulation. This tired “lady of the evening” would vanish without a trace. Dye her hair close to the original shade of red until it grew out. Remove the contact lenses and theatrical make-up. Speak in her normal tone while waiting for the next case to come her willing way. No more nasal-toned nympho. She settled against the seat. But what about Brad? Would she continue sharing his bed? Practicing all the right moves for the wrong reasons? Attempting to capture the sexy hard-to-hold bachelor and his hardened heart? 115

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Two months later— “We’ll have to pick up the pace if we want to reach Ocean Drive while it’s still light.” Brad smoothed his palms along his suit lapels and paced the living room of his condo. But there was no rushing Jade when she was in leisure mode. Jade stretched. The elegant curve of her naked back awaited his touch and tongue. How he’d love to be a drop of water and slip down her spine and into the sweet crease of her ass. That she’d managed to escape her last assignment without so much as a scratch was a miracle. Gorgeous looks and guts. Jade Hunter had plenty of both. “I’m tired of going at a break-neck pace.” She removed a reddish-brown curl from her chandelier earring. “We’ve done that for the past couple months. Every time we go somewhere in public we walk and talk at warp speed. No one’s going to recognize me. I’m in a new apartment. My appearance doesn’t remotely resemble the one you knew. Or the one Harry’s people knew. I have a new identity. Why are you so edgy all the time?” “I’m worried what will happen if you’re found out.” “Don’t waste time on worrying. I do enough for the both of us.” Girlish laughter filled the air. Her fingers flicked against his shirt, and the nipples underneath hardened. “Don’t know how much longer I’ll be around for these get-togethers. Looks like my next assignment is in New Orleans.” “How long will you be gone?” “Depends. Could be months…or longer.” Why couldn’t she give up this life of crime fighting? Settle down. Couldn’t she see he wanted more between them than sex? He drew her closer, and she melted against him. “You’ll forget all about me and Miami.” “Think so?” Reaching up, he tousled her wild curls. A pretty woman, no matter the color of 116

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her hair. Her sexy brown eyes flashed. She puckered and planted a glossy cinnamon kiss dead center of his mouth. With a shoulder shrug, she broke free from his embrace and gathered her shawl and evening bag. He tapped a finger against his left cheek. “That beauty mark was artificial, wasn’t it? Or is it just my imagination? Actually, you’re more beautiful without one.” “Thanks. Compliments are always appreciated. Those details were all part of my cover. Word on the street and at the club says I overdosed on several drugs washed down with whiskey. A lethal combination that claimed the young life of Azure Blue.” “One thing I am glad you changed. That faked chipmunk voice annoyed the hell out of me sometimes.” Opening the door to his condo, he let her pass before setting the alarm and locking up. Her laughter skittered up his back. “How many parts of the old me, did you like?” “More than enough. You’re quite the chameleon, Jade. A true man-hunter.” They headed down the hallway. Her shapely body swayed as she walked several paces ahead and sang an unfamiliar tune. She paused in front of the elevator and pressed the down button. “A good man is hard to find.” Her finger crooked, and he hastened to her side. After glancing both ways, she reached down and cupped his crotch. “But I think I’ve might have stumbled onto one in your case.” “Have you ever been to South Beach?” “Not yet. I’ll bet you have plenty of tales to tell.” The sequins on her black cocktail dress sparkled. Brad teased a finger along one of the rhinestone straps. “Real men don’t tell tales.” He eased the strap down, and the top of her right breast appeared. A bell chimed and the doors split open. With a ladylike sweep of her forefinger, the strap landed back in place. The heels of her silver evening sandals clicked against the elevator flooring. “That’s like saying real men don’t make wishes or wash dishes.” He followed and the doors sealed behind them. When he backed her against the rear elevator wall, a small gasp seeped from between her cranberry-red lips. He rubbed his nose against hers. “What do you wish?” “That you’d fuck me in this empty elevator.” The spiciness of her perfume filled the cramped space. No more vanilla. She licked her lips, and his cock lengthened at every swipe of her wet tongue. 117

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“I’ve never fucked between floors. On the floor, but not between them. Care to try it now, chameleon? “No. Just kidding. Not tonight. I have another idea I think you’ll like better.” The elevator descended to the parking garage level. He swallowed the wad of spit. “I’m proud of the way you handled your business on that case. You and Larry brought Harry’s ass down like a flimsy house of cards.” “Can’t wait to see what he gets. The Feds are still sorting out his shit.” Brad cupped her ass. “You’re one hell of a mystery, but one I intend to…” “What’s wrong?” Jade shivered underneath his hands and struggled free. Behind him, the doors had opened. Another woman’s heels tapped against the garage’s concrete floor. “A mystery I intend to undress.” Undress? How about unravel? Jade shoved him aside and stomped through the open doors. “You’re incapable of emotional. Only interested in physical contact with a woman. For all I care, you can fuck yourself in the ass with your Ferrari’s gearshift.” Despite her change in mood, she crossed to his car. At the pivot of her head, the curls bounced. If looks could kill, he wouldn’t make it another inch before dropping dead. He picked up the pace, aimed the remote and opened the passenger door for her. What could he say? His brain was dead. Before meeting Jade he never worried about saying the wrong things, but his feelings for her changed all that. The handle jerked from his hand. She slipped inside, sat down and slammed the door shut. Without speaking, he climbed behind the wheel. She fidgeted with her seat belt. “You probably like to golf?” “Why? Want to play a couple rounds?” “Not really. It’s just that you’re a man who I’d suspect wants to play more than one hole at a time.” “Used to. Not any more.” “Don’t tell me you’re on a path to the priesthood? You have a reputation to maintain. Sharing your bed and life with one woman doesn’t fit that profile.” What a sexy pout. “Reputations change and so do people. Stop giving me the first degree.” Her nipples stabbed at the silky fabric of her cocktail dress. His right hand hovered near her knee. All five of Jade’s fingers clamped around his wrist. “Thought you were in a hurry 118

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**** Jade adjusted the air vents on her side of the Ferrari. They’d left the Dolphin Expressway and now traveled along the McArthur Causeway. Below them, the Biscayne Bay sparkled in the fading hours of the day. Underneath the black crepe dress, her skin burned for Brad’s touch. She rubbed her palms across her legs, and he turned with a smile. She shouldn’t have snapped at him earlier. Sometimes men were known to say stupid things. He was only human. “Got an itch I can scratch?” Brad reached out, but she tapped his hand away. “I’m fine. My skin’s always dry.” “Later I’ll massage some lotion all over your body.” Insomnia had plagued her for the past month, and she stifled a yawn. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine.” “Am I that boring?” “No, it’s just…” “You’re allergic to me or burned up at my attitude. Close?” “Something about this dress. It’s new. Can’t quite put my finger on exactly what, but it’s bothering me.” Brad removed his right hand from the steering wheel and wiggled his fingers. “Here are five more if you need them for scratching.” She fidgeted with her hemline. “Really, I appreciate how much you cooperated with us during the investigation. You placed surveillance in your club. Helped me infiltrate Harry’s world. Otherwise, we might still be sacrificing agents for justice to be served. You’re a man in a million, Masters, but a man who loves the ladies too much for his own good. It hasn’t escaped me how you’ve continued with your flirting ways.” Jade clamped her lips together. Why did she say something like that? Too late. Brad flashed her a told-you-so grin. “Glad you have a decent opinion of me. And that you’re jealous.” Stop being so damned silly. Tonight you’ll enjoy a nice dinner with him and then go your own way. The time was ripe to put lots of miles between her and Brad Masters. Commitment didn’t become either of them. She gritted her teeth. Nice try, but no cigar. You can’t deny he makes you hotter than a Habanero pepper. 119

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His warm fingers stroked over her left forearm. She resisted returning his touch and jammed her damp thighs together. “Upset about something? Your new case? You know I’ll listen. Anytime. People always come to me with their problems.” He turned off the air conditioner. “South Beach is filled with places to relax and unwind. Tonight, I’ll show you one of the best.” “Lately, I’ve been relaxing more than I should…and behaving.” His left palm smacked against the steering wheel. “You? Behaving? Like hell.” She glanced to her right. Anything to avoid making eye contact with him. Those hazels read her too well. The spectacles and sights of Washington Avenue lay just beyond the window glass. Art deco shops and condos, painted in the most mouthwatering pastels. Definitely taffy-colored eye candy. Where else did such a furious pulse beat 24/7? Face it. This was the type of pace upon which she thrived. She pressed the lever on the door panel, and the window eased downward. The Caribbean-blue façade of a nightclub appeared. In one of the windows, a flamingo blazed forth in shocking-pink neon. The Flaming O. “How clever.” She unfastened her seatbelt and stuck her upper body out the window as they passed. Wind flared against her face. The savory scents of platano and croquetas wafted her way. Somewhere a salsa beat boomed from a set of speakers. Cuban food was so delicious. It made her mouth water. So did Brad’s cock. From behind, he tugged at her dress. “It might be clever, but you need to climb back in here. Pay attention to me instead of the scenery.” “I’m enjoying this more.” Jade shrieked as Brad pinched her ass. Once back inside, she knitted her fingers together. Better that than pinching him back. He’d only wreck and make her pay for the damage. But who cared about a silly sports car when the damage he’d done to her heart was irreparable? If only he’d come clean about his true feelings instead of dodging the issue. Brad affected her unlike any other man. Giving in to her desires was hard, but the end result was so damned delicious. She closed the window, refastened her restraint and regarded him. “Satisfied?” 120

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“Not yet.” Two rows of capped teeth appeared. “We both will be later.” “Wishful thinking.” But he’s probably right. Brad swerved into the left lane to miss a cyclist who appeared to have consumed more than his share of some illicit substance. With each wobble, the man teetered on the edge of living and being crushed like that palmetto bug in the motel room. Who rode a bicycle on a busy thoroughfare at dusk? Only someone stupid or with a serious death wish. “Someday we’ll have to check out AlA…Collins Avenue. This Armani suit came from one of its boutiques. Espaniola Way’s interesting, too.” Brad careened back into the right lane. “Hollywood shot a couple television programs there.” Several youths on the sidewalk shouted at passing cars. Beyond her window, in the alleyway a woman crouched in front of her lover. Her head bobbed in a peculiar rhythm. A hot current flashed through Jade’s sex. “Wonder how long until she’ll be foaming at the mouth?” Brad switched lanes again and made an immediate left turn. “Don’t know, but he was probably thick as a brick.” “Thicker than me?” “Hard to tell at this distance.” “How hard?” Brad opened his window halfway. Air rushed in and whipped her hair into a wilder tangle. “How do I know? If someone weren’t so fond of speeding and lane-changing, I might have been able to provide more details.” “Looking for a full-time lover to satisfy that juicy pussy of yours?” “I don’t need another man in my life at this point.” “Too busy busting men’s balls for Uncle Sam? And what’s this about another man? Who’s the current one?” Shit. “I walked away from a couple of mistakes. Left them behind in New York.” “And those wounds haven’t healed yet?” She shifted and stared through the windshield. “Isn’t that the most beautiful place up ahead? Reminds me of the Atlantis in New Providence.” “If you like the Atlantis, you’ll love Escape.” He guided the Ferrari onto the property. Crisp architectural lines defined the ritzy resort. Elegant palms swayed in the summer breeze, their leaves teased and tormented as 121

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full height. “That’s Carla Moreston. One of the lingerie models for—” “I don’t give a damn who or what she is. If you prefer my company to hers, I’ll meet you back here in a couple minutes.”

**** As she and Brad stepped onto the back deck of the resort, a balmy wind whipped her hair. The perfect moonlight for a proposal or serenade. If some woman could ever maneuver Brad away from the high life, he might make a good husband. He definitely held his own during their dinner conversation and while dancing. Husband? What’s up with that? She studied her French pedicure. Hadn’t she sworn off men, except for occasional sexual satisfaction, forever? She stroked the back of Brad’s hand. “Is something bothering you? Didn’t you get a big enough taste of my crème brulee?” He exhaled a long, cleansing breath, and rolled his head several times. “It was delicious, but you look just as edible. Actually, tonight I’ve had my fill of many things.” Hmmm. Where was this leading? His plot was thicker than the tomato bisque she’d consumed. “And I’m one of those things?” His frown faded and yielded to a smile. Drawing her close, he buried his face in her hair. He traced a finger down the crease of her ass. “Not you. My past. My family. Those are causing problems. Along with my bachelorhood.” The truth was out. She pulled away from him. At least she wasn’t the problem. But she likely wasn’t part of a romantic solution, either. Don’t let him see you’re shaken and stirred. You’re not a damned martini for him to sip and enjoy. “My past does a great job at keeping me unattached. No time for romance when I’m on assignment more than I’m at home.” Removing her shoes, she gathered them and fastened the straps together. She stumbled forward, and he pulled her upright. His lips claimed hers in a deep kiss. The sandals slipped from her hand and clattered to the deck. She massaged the hard muscles of his back, hidden from view underneath his suit coat and white silk dress shirt. The sigh died in her throat. With him around, she’d forget her own name if she wasn’t careful. She broke free of his embrace and collected the dress sandals. Something was spooking him. Below, paradise beckoned. She sprinted away from her brooding date. Her heels 123

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and toes devoured the wooden steps. Reaching the bottom, she leaped off. Sand swished against the tops and soles of her bare feet. “Hey?” Brad shouted. “Where are you going?” “Where you can pound me as hard as high-tide pounds the shoreline.” Sonofabitch. Why did he have to fall for Jade? Settling for sex in the sand with her was dumber than his marriage to Sara. “Wait there for me a couple minutes,” he called from the deck. “I have to get something out of the car.” “Okay. But if a handsome, half-naked swimmer comes along, I might be tempted to get wet with him.” “Don’t think so. You’ll be too busy wondering what I’m up to.” “It better be full-length and hard as steel.” “No problem there.” He headed toward where the Ferrari was parked. Various valets assembled offered no resistance to his appearance in the parking garage. The fact he was a regular here, and had tipped them all handsomely in the past, evidently wasn’t forgotten. He retrieved the towel bundle from his trunk and slipped back to the rear of the resort. Brad searched the tract of beach that provided them a private playground for tonight. A solitary figure strolled along the shoreline. Legs pumping, he rushed toward the water. Sure enough, it was Jade. Wearing the white lace shawl. Bathed in platinum moonlight. Only the upper half of her body was visible, the bottom half blending into the night. He slowed his movements, but she turned long before he got within several hundred feet. “Trying to hide from me?” Beside him on the sand, he dropped the blanket and positioned it to conceal the main part of his surprise. “If I really wanted to do that, you’d never find me.” “Is that so?” He pulled her so hard against his body that her breath flashed in his face. As he nibbled her soft neck, she moaned. He licked the perfume from his lips and sought her earlobe. So soft and spicy. The sand shifted and knocked him slightly off balance. With a shove, she stepped away from him. “Don’t tell me you turn into Dracula when the moon’s out?” While she pretended to look away, Brad applied kisses to her jugular. “You taste 124

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too good to resist, but I miss the vanilla.” “That’s ancient history. Part of the persona I shed once revealing Harry’s crooked business. Guess you had a few at the bar while you were away?” “I’m sober as Judge Endicott before he passes his stiffest sentence.” “What is my sentence for tonight?” Fingers nimble, she quickly unfastened his belt. The rasp as she drew it through the keepers rocked him to the bone. Without pausing, she opened his fly, stuck her hand inside and stroked the bulge behind his cotton boxer shorts. “Quite a stiff one.” He lifted her cocktail dress and smacked her almost bare ass. “I’m going to hold you to that.” “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.” Pulling his erection from its confines, Jade squeezed along each inch. No other woman’s touch ever affected in such a profound way. Get your priorities straight for the evening. Commitment later. Sexual satisfaction now. She knelt in front of him, the beaded hemline skimming the sand. Her tongue lashed his cock before dipping down to dampen his balls. Into her mouth, she drew the soft sac. Rolling her lips over it with great skill. Nudging the skin folds until he almost screamed. Every nerve in his body activated, Brad pressed closer to her face. Each spot her lips and tongue touched, the ocean breeze kissed afterward. If he didn’t make a move, she’d suck him dry. “Let’s dance.” Instead of ceasing her torment, she continued until his balls drew up against the base of his cock. Her thumb and forefinger cuffed him, applied firm pressure before releasing. Her hair danced in the breeze, and she stared him down. “Now it won’t come before I’m ready.” Dusting the sand from the tops of her tiny feet, she rose gracefully as a ballerina. “You’ve built up those leg muscles in a major way.” “Thanks to martial arts. What type of dance are you ready to perform?” Brad stuffed his damp cock back into his briefs and zipped the trousers. From inside the blanket, he removed the eight-track player he’d gotten one Christmas past and switched it on. Soon, music filled the night air around them. After he arranged their 125

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makeshift bed, he turned toward his delicious dance partner. Jade matched him step for step as they moved from the Merengue to the Cha-Cha. The saucy sway and thrust of her hips was hard on his concentration, but he never missed a beat. “You move well, grasshopper. Not too shabby for a man who dances from commitment as though he were on hot coals.” She paused and hummed along with the song. “The Girl From Ipanema, right?” “I guess so. The CD was one of my mother’s.” “Nice tune.” “Why does a strong, intelligent woman like you spend time with a playboy like me?” “Maybe I enjoy life on the edge and trivial pursuit.” Her index finger traced along his lower lip. “Just kidding about the latter.” “Yeah, right.” “It’s the truth. I also enjoy an occasional night out on the town. I’m not home all that much. When I am, the latest case has me bogged down with paperwork most of the time.” Ten fingers tugged his shirt loose from his trousers and raked their nails across his lower back. He claimed two handfuls of her soft hair and tipped her head backward. “You are, without a doubt a woman who lives for her work and loves it above all else.” Collapsing onto the blanket, Jade yelped as her hip made contact with something hard. She grasped the glass bottle and held it close to her face. “Phelps, 1997. A Napa cabernet blend. Two-fifty a bottle and up. A bit classy for a sexy night on the beach.” “Nothing’s too good for a friend. You stuck with me through a rough period recently.” Friend? That’s all he thought of her? He pried the wine bottle from her fingers and poured them both a plastic cupful. While he raised his drink for a toast, she played over his comment. Enough of these mind games. “You need to come clean. Not about everything, but at least about what’s been sidetracking you since we got here.” She half-toasted, gulped a good portion, and anchored the flimsy drinking vessel in the sand. Brad licked the wetness from her lips. Blood boiling faster than the waves were churning, she pushed him away and stood up. His loose lips had put a definite 126

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stranglehold on any possibility of a romantic ending to their evening. He drained his cup and tossed it onto the blanket where her body had lain. Silent, he darted behind her. The zipper of her cocktail dress gave way. With a shove of his hands, the silky garment fell to a heap at her feet. If he wouldn’t spill his secrets, she’d seduce them out of him. He circled her, widening his path at each pass. She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. Flicking her fingers against his shirtfront, she coaxed his nipples to attention. “Bad boy. Afraid of telling me some secrets?” “What makes you think I have secrets? I’ll bet you won’t tell me yours?” Face it, girlfriend. Emotional quicksand has trapped you before. Hit the road and burn rubber before it’s too late. Waves splashed nearby, and the breeze teased her neckline. “You’ve seen me at my most vulnerable. Heard about some of my worst moments. I’m standing here almost naked. I don’t have anything to hide.” Only that she wanted him in the worst possible way. Forever. Down over her belly, his fingers tickled. They dipped into the divot of her navel and played along the waistband of her panties. Naughty hands, teasing and tempting her. “You’re warming up, bad girl.” “I’m a hot-blooded woman.” She stood on tiptoe and sank her teeth into his earlobe. “Don’t you forget it.” Golden lights of a dinner cruiser winked in the distance, strung across the boat like shimmering pearls. Overhead, gulls chortled and squawked, sometimes dipping from the sky to survey the scandal below. Brad peeled her panties down and stuck several fingers into her pussy. Her scream melded with the cries of a passing gull. She closed her eyes and melted against his hand. The sexual static between them increased as his probing intensified. When she opened her eyes, Brad wasn’t looking at her but over her shoulder. Who was he searching for? Or, even worse, was he bored and just going through the motions? He lowered his head and played his lips next to her ear. “You know what I’d really like?” “To be somewhere else?” 127

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Brad removed his touch and licked each wet finger. “Exactly. I have the perfect place for us to continue our evening.” Jade drew in a short breath and blew it out. Bending down, she snatched her dress and shook off the sand. “Your place? Or mine?”

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Chapter Twelve

As her bedroom door swung open, Jade appeared in a pale-blue satin robe belted in the middle. Brad formed his thumb and forefinger into a circle. Romance didn’t matter a damn until she came into his life. Before him stood a petite package with a narrow waist, a wide smile and a will so strong, Hercules couldn’t snap it. Her breaths came shallow, and the flesh of her breasts peeked from behind the lapels. Did she want a lifetime of loving him or not? Or had she only rubbed up against him to get the goods on his uncle? The undercover gig was over, but hopefully the intimacy between them could continue for a lifetime. “Come here.” Her soft plea was laced with a low growl. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. So much on his mind. “What’s the special occasion?” “Occasion?” She perched on one of the kitchen nook’s stools. The gown opened and revealed a length of smooth thigh. He approached and inhaled her delicate orange scent. From her knee to her upper leg, she wore only a slight sheen of water. “Need someone to finish drying you off?” Her girlish laughter made him harder. As she looked up, strands up reddish-brown hair clung to her flushed cheeks. “Care to join me in the California king? I have some mirrors of my own now. Do you like my new apartment?” “Nice, but not as nice as you.” From a glass of ice water he’d poured while she showered, she sipped a small portion. Swirling it around in her mouth, she winked, swallowed and set the drink down. “You’ve never seen me at my best in bed. Then again, a bachelor never really looks for the best in the women he beds. He only memorizes their bodies. Tell me the truth, Brad. Are you really one of those types, or was that an act from another lifetime?” Smoke curled upward from the vanilla candle on the coffee table. Brad smacked his hand against the bar counter, upsetting the glass of water. It spilled over the front of 129

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his trousers, soaking him to the skin. Why did she have to behave like this? All he wanted was to confess his true feelings. “I’ve touched a nerve.” The sleeve of her robe rustled as she reached out to him. “Care to put that excess testosterone and energy to better use?” Yeah, like walking out the front door. If she wasn’t willing to listen, he’d get the hell out of here before he really lost his temper. He paced, creating necessary distance between them. Loving her was messing with his mind and body. “You’re getting redder and harder by the minute. I’m sorry.” Her giggles wafted across the room. With each shift of position, the soft swish of the satin robe whispering against her skin carried to him. Tell her how you feel. You don’t care about any other women. She’s not psychic. Let her know you want her, always and forever. “Your attitude has a tendency to piss me off.” He wheeled and extended an openarmed invitation. “I suppose that’s part of your persona as a cop? One thing has me curious, Jade. What are the reasons you shun intimacy? Why do you push people away just as they start getting to know the real you? The vulnerable woman underneath that brave front?” At this comment, she appeared ready to pounce, her crimson claws ready to rake him to the bone. “You’re a fine one to talk about romance. I’ll bet you have notches on your headboard? If anyone has a larger-than-life ego, things he’s hiding, or fear of commitment, it’s you. Truthfully, I’ve had my fill of being used by men in the name of love. Never once has one admitted he truly loved me for me.” “Maybe, you’re right about some of those things. But when it comes to settling for the long-term, you’re running a close second. And there’s not one scratch mark on my bed. Anywhere. Check it out sometime. With your investigative talents, I would have thought you’d have noticed.” A sliver of pink tongue appeared above her upper lip and darted back and forth. “That’s what I like about you. I can actually trust the words you speak. You tell it like it is. Speaking of likes, you don’t like public displays of affection, do you? Being in that sandbox bugged the hell out of you.” “Sex belongs behind closed doors. And I don’t like sharing a woman I care about with other men. Why?” She sprang from the stool and raced toward him, the heels of her white marabou130

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fur slippers sinking into the carpeting. “Am I hearing you correctly? Brad Masters prefers his sex in private?” “Damned straight.” He grabbed one end of her robe tie and yanked as hard as he could. It came away in his hand, and the robe opened. Dressed for domination, strips of black shiny material crisscrossed her luscious body. She’d secured a whip around her waist, and the handle dangled against her left hip. Jade tumbled into his open arms, hot and heaving. “Well, there’s one thing I know…other than the fact you like your women wet and willing.” She stroked his crotch. “Care for me to reveal what it is?” “Go ahead. Do me like never before.” Leaning over, she blew out the dancing flame. Better safe than sorry. Once they got in, they may not get out of bed for some time. Brad flipped through the stack of CDs underneath her stereo, his broad back absorbing her stare. Why was he wasting time selecting background music? “Let me pick something.” “What’s the matter, Jade?” He stood and teased his thumb over the silvery surface of a John Coltrane collection. “Maybe you should take another shower. You’re so hot.” Putting her forefinger into her mouth, she sucked it. She pulled it out and blew him a kiss on the air. “Takes more than cold water to affect me or my desires. Only acting on them puts out the fire.” She brushed her breasts against his arm. This evening was all about Brad and her. Soon, they’d fulfill each other’s fantasies in her king-sized bed with the shocking-pink satin sheets. Those girly cotton ones would remain packed away in the cedar chest forever. Her toes dug into the padded insoles as she stretched and trailed her tongue over Brad’s lower lip. “We’d better wrinkle those sheets while we can. I’m heading to New Orleans soon. Only for a short time. Ricardo gave us a tip. Metro-Dade wants me to check it out. I’ll work with two other field agents in the French Quarter. After that assignment, I’ll hopefully get the promotion to sergeant.” His lips narrowed into a firm line. Golden fire danced deep within both hazel irises. “Can’t you ever back away from this brutal lifestyle? Let someone else and the FBI handle things. Settle down and make some man happy, instead.” “Make some man happy, instead.” 131

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His words circled in her mind. Don’t tip your hand. Let him reveal more of his feelings first. She shrugged and slinked away and into the bedroom. “With the promotion, I’ll be off the streets. I won’t have to hide behind false identities and stage make-up. Still, any man who wants me has to take the whole package, crime solving, crazy hours and all. There’s no room for negotiation.” “Didn’t think so, but I’m not a man who gives up easily.” With the bottle of mandarin-orange cologne, she sprayed the sheets and her body. Nipples hard from the cool fragrant mist and tight vinyl, she flopped onto the mattress and snuggled against the comforter. Satin was so slippery and delicious. She reached underneath one of the gold-tasseled bed pillows, retrieved the vibrator and turned it on. With each pass of the smooth metal over her pussy, she smiled at her reflection overhead. Placing it against her left nipple, she twisted the dial until it stopped. Brad rushed into the bedroom. “What’s going on in here? What’s that buzzing noise?” The bergamot notes of his cologne mingled with the citrus scent and the musk from her pussy. “You were busy. My clit is starving for attention. Think you can satisfy it? Brad approached the bed with caution, breath hissing from between his half-open lips. “Come to any conclusions about us yet?” “Us?” “You just told me what you wanted from a relationship. Any chance that I might fulfill your expectations?” At the appearance of his dimples, her sex drive shifted past idle. “We can discuss those later. Right now, I want to explore every inch of your hard body and cock.” She sprang up and lunged at him. The vibrator clattered to the floor. “Sound like a plan?” Before he answered, she slipped the whip from around her waist and lashed it beside his left forearm. It curled and sang low in the air before grazing the pink satin and settling. His eyes flashed, and both lips flopped open. He retreated but then moved closer. “You’re a very special woman, Jade.” He playfully pushed her back onto the bed, and she bounced against the pile of pillows. First his dress shirt floated to the floor, followed by his trousers. Only a pair of black cotton boxer briefs remained. The swell of his cock made her wetter, and she cupped her slick crotch. Jade retrieved the whip, sat up and flicked it in his direction. “Want to see what I 132

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do to bad boys?” “You think I’m bad?” “Bad but with some redemptive qualities.” Both of his nipples formed coral peaks, and her mouth watered. With a broad sweep of his arm, he sent every pillow onto the floor. His chest rose and fell with every breath, and she squeezed her legs over her busy fingers. He leaped onto the bed and wrapped himself around her. The whip left her hand. “Glad you think so.” Breath rushed from her body as he squeezed her tight and trapped her left nipple between his teeth. Her fingers tangled in his thick black hair. “My pussy is so hot. I want you to taste me. Use that tongue on me, bad boy.” His grip lessened, and he licked a path toward her neck. Reaching her earlobe, he stopped. “Thought you’d never ask.” One. Two. Three. Ready or not, here I come. She slipped from his stronghold and pinned him to the mattress. Reaching between her legs, she drew her finger over the wetness. One swipe over his lips, and he licked her finger clean. From behind him on the headboard, she claimed the red silk scarf and laid it aside. Next, she found the handcuffs. “Let’s try these on for size. Simon says put your hands over your head and bring them together.” Once the black-fur-lined handcuffs were secured, she stripped away his briefs. His cock strained toward his belly. She licked it like a lollipop. Mmmm. Nothing tasted better than Brad. “Suck my balls.” His hips undulated against the slinky sheets. Kneeling between his legs, she drew the soft sac into her mouth. The coarse hairs framing his cock tickled her upper lip. Up and over the pliant flesh, she tongued. Saliva trickled down her chin, and she released his full balls. She wrapped an end of the designer scarf around each hand and pulled the silkiness taut. Brad’s upper body strained away from the bed. “What are you going to do with that?” “Lie down, close your eyes and enjoy.” A droplet of clear cum beaded on his cock head. Bolts of heat flashed through her sex and down her legs. She licked his wet gift away. Wrapping a section of the scarf around the base of his cock twice, she puffed hot air over his hardness. His jaw worked, 133

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but his eyes remained closed. She straddled his lap, closed her hands tight over the scarf ends, and eight fingernails bit into her palms. Inch by inch, she lowered herself toward his erection. As the head penetrated her pussy, a groan rattled in his throat. “You like my torment?” “Damned straight.” Up and down, she milked his cock, letting it slip in and out of her heat. With each thrust of her hips, she let more of his cock gain access to her wetness. She lowered herself almost to the base and danced on him hard. “Fuck, Jade. I’m gonna come.” “Oh, no you’re not.” She pulled her arms away from him, the scarf drawing taut. Rising slowly from his lap, she admired the sweat beading on his forehead and chest. His cock popped free and she backed away. “Want to taste me now?” He nodded and struggled against the handcuffs. She flung the scarf toward the cedar chest and approached Brad’s bound hands. With a press of her thumbs against the levers, his bonds sprang free. She tossed the toy to the floor and straddled his face. As his lips parted, and his warm breath beat against her crotch, she backed away. With the tip of her finger she traced along his upper lip. “If you want a place in my life, I’ll let you in.” “There’s nothing I’d like better. Well, on second thought…” She swayed her hips and played her hands over her tender breasts. The throbbing in her heart mimicked that deep within her brain. “Lick me until I scream.” Reaching to her left, she grabbed the whip and lashed it against the headboard. She shivered at its potent crack. Brad squeezed her bottom, and one finger probed her anus. He brought his free hand hard against her right buttock. Deeper and deeper, his finger dove and showed no mercy. She moaned, dropped the whip and rode his hand. Another hard smack and her crotch brushed against his nose. Suddenly, his tongue snaked out and parted her slick pussy lips. She reached between her legs, pulled the labia wider and exposed her hard clit. “Suck my clit. Make me squirt.” He tongued her again and stopped. “I love you, Jade.” “I love you too, tall, dark and damned good in bed.” 134

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The tip of his tongue darted into the opening of her pussy while his large hands kneaded her stinging cheeks. With a soft slurp, his tongue left her heat and toyed with her clit. At each sandpapery pass over the swollen nub, she bucked her hips and dampened his chin. He ceased his tonguing and reared up. “Promise me you’ll be careful. I’d die if anything happened to you, brave lady.” Unseated by his sudden maneuver, she bounced beside him on the bed. A glance at his face revealed her cum smeared over his upper lip. He licked it away and fitted his body against hers. Contact with every hard-muscled inch of him brought unseen icy fingers up her spine. Down the length of his back, she drew one fingernail. “Nothing will. I’m too good at what I do.” “Even the good sometimes go down in a blaze of glory.” “Not me.” A kiss quelled his talking lips. She pried loose from his grasp and lay spread-eagled in the middle of the bed. “I live for the thrill. Every thrill.” Her words traveled toward the mirrored panels. He dragged a hand through his mussed hair. “Including the one you’re about to get.” Brad balanced over her face. Her moist lips closed over his cock, and he gritted his teeth. What would she do if he screamed out how much he loved her and longed to be with her for the rest of his life? Till death parted them, but only after many decades together. Suck after suck, she maintained eye contact. Her nostrils flared like a wild animal’s. If he looked into those sweet brown eyes any longer, he’d cum against the back of her throat. No, not today. Slow and steady won the race to a long-term commitment with Jade Hunter. Only a memorable evening would do for the day he proposed to the woman with nerves of steel but a heart soft as marshmallow. He pulled himself from her mouth and shifted backward toward the foot end of the bed. The slippery sheets bunched as his knees dragged against them. Tracing his hands over her damp skin, he stopped just below her navel. He bent down and inserted his tongue into the delicate pucker, rimming its softness. “Oooh, baby.” Her hips bumped higher, and her breaths came in gasps. “That feels so good. You know what would feel even better?” 135

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He crawled forward and brushed his hungry mouth against hers. “Tell me. Whatever you want, I’ll do my best to deliver.” Stretching, he sucked in a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. Sweat from their bodies. Sweet orange from her perfume. So damned good. She panted and scooted toward the headboard, the rise and fall of her breasts caught in the mirrors along with the soft, delicate pink between her legs. Her lips parted slowly. “Can you promise…?” He admired her flushed face. Did she love him as much as he loved her? Were those feathery strokes of her fingers over his thighs a sign she trade late-night caffeine binges for commitment? Allow some time in her life for a relationship? He traced a finger across the gentle curve of her cheekbone. Her gaze drifted away and settled across the room. Only the sound of their breathing echoed. Even after a deep breath and hard swallow, his heartbeat failed to fall back into his chest. “Promise to have and hold you and never let go?” Her shriek struck the glass ceiling and echoed in his ears. As she shot upright, her hands impacted his chest and sent him hurtling sideways. Jade Hunter might only reach his armpits when standing, but every ounce of her packed undeniable strength. The soft, white blur of her body as it passed set his balls stirring. Her tiny feet hit the carpeting, and she stood. But she didn’t stay still for long. Was this a sign he’d hit her heart with that mushy comment, or was the wine from their dinner having a delayed effect? Giggling, she bent over and offered him a perfect view from behind. “I’ll take that promise. Today. Tomorrow. Forever. Let’s celebrate.” Jade fumbled beside her foot, and her hand made contact with the object she sought. She pivoted and knocked Brad backward on the bed. What a sexy growl he made when she took control. In front of his handsome face, she dangled the pair of black-furlined handcuffs. He lunged and toppled from the bed, falling at her feet with a loud thump. “Give me those things.” He swatted her right buttock, his palm stinging on contact. “You’ve made a mark on my money-maker. I have to keep everything in good condition while I’m still working undercover.” 136

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“Let me kiss it and make it better.” And he did. Countless times his tongue tickled and laved the hot spot. After a struggle on the floor, Brad wrested the cuffs from her hand. Sticking out her tongue, she licked along his smiling lips. “You could make me feel better even on my worst day.” Warm and wonderful, he claimed her mouth in a demanding kiss. He pulled back, his eyes shining. “Always remember how much I care. While I don’t agree with your risk taking, I won’t interfere with your career.” “That’ll be a hard promise to keep, but I know you’ll do your best.” “Since my uncle’s arrest, have you learned that any of his associates suspect you’re alive? I know you don’t want me to worry, but you need to tell me these things. People who love each other don’t keep those kinds of secrets.” Her heart thrummed at his confession. Close to a proposal, but close didn’t count. Why didn’t he come out and say what was on his mind instead of tying her heart up in knots? “As far as they’re concerned, I’m decaying in some grave. How about you? Do they question you about Azure Blue posting bail and overdosing shortly afterward?” “No. Miami-Dade has some good contacts on the street. Harry’s bunch believed that bullshit and think I’ve moved on to another woman. Dumb asses don’t know it’s the same one I wanted from the start.” The one he wanted from the start? Her mind seized at the games they’d played to get to this point. “As I’d told you, this next field assignment could be my last if the promotion comes my way.” “You’ll get it. They’d be fools to pass over you. I’d like nothing better than seeing you behind a desk and out of harm’s way.” His soft kisses rained over her cheeks. “But I haven’t forgotten you tied me to the bed. It’s my turn to make you behave for the rest of the afternoon.” Jade stroked her slick sex, working her clit hard. “Getting me to behave is tough. Do you believe you’re up to the challenge?” “Without a doubt. I do.” “And I do too. Or should that be I will?” “Whichever you prefer. Won’t make any difference for us.” Jade’s pulse pounded. Us? He’d uttered the “U” word again. “You believe there’s actually a chance for more to exist between us than business?” 137

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Click. Click. He massaged above her cuff-bound wrists and kissed her mouth so hard, the next breath caught in her throat. “Stick around and I’ll prove it. I’ve never believed in anything so much. You know, I’d have given anything to see you wearing real cuffs after that bust. Does playing a bad girl make you hot and bothered?” She rattled the thin-metal chain connecting the cuffs. “Not really. It was only roleplaying.” Liar. “Could you be happy giving up the undercover stuff?” “If it meant being with someone I love, someone who loves me in return, I would adjust. Speaking of sticking around, how could I go anywhere in this condition?” His arms ensnared her trembling body, lifted her without effort and deposited her onto the rumpled bed. She burrowed against the sheets and inhaled the waning mandarin essence. He leaned over and stroked the side of her face. “I think this bed is the only place you’ll want to be for quite some time.” She thrust her hips heavenward. “What if you’re wrong?” He retrieved the bolster and decorator pillows and placed them under her head and neck. “Don’t think so.” One more time. Test him. Try him. Drive him to the brink of confession. “Are you going to let me out of these now?” “No more than I’m going to let you out of my life. As long as we are together, someday as man and wife, that’s all that counts. I’m happy and not complaining.” Maintaining eye contact, she sighed. “Neither am I, Brad. Neither am I.”

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About the Author

Since embarking on a full-time career in writing, Shawna Moore has completed multiple manuscripts including: women’s fiction, novellas, short stories, erotic romances and sweet romances (historical and contemporary), and erotica. Also available at Venus Press from Shawna Moore… Licks & Promises

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