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|To Bed a Spy
futuristic romance from Rayne Forrest
|The fiery gaze of a total stranger across a crowded subway
station fuels Rae Browning's overactive imagination. Drop-dead
gorgeous, he could have stepped out of one of her favorite
novels. After he breaks into her apartment, Rae stops longing for
excitement and adventure. She wants her quiet life back.
Thaddeus Julius Light, TJ to his associates, is a spy in the deep
cold, his cover compromised, his life in danger. Rae Browning
holds the key to what's going on and she doesn't even know it.
Retrieving the data chip from Rae is easy, keeping her safe might
not be. TJ is forced to continue his deceptions, enlisting her help
to prove his innocence and complete his mission.
Keeping his mind on business isn't easy with Rae at his side. TJ
has but one question - what will it take for Rae to bed a spy?
“Let me get this straight. You need food. You need help. What else would you like, Master?”
A slow grin spread across his face. “I’d like to get some sleep tonight, but I’m afraid to close my eyes for
fear you’ll crack my skull with that wrench under your pillow. That is unless you sleep with me.”
Infuriated, Rae rolled from his grasp, off the far side of the bed, and stood glaring at him. He sat,
unmoving, a smug look on his face as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Babe, you don’t know what you’re turning down.”
“You’re a conceited…egotistical…ass!”
“Don’t forget arrogant. Now, who’s cooking?”
Rae reined in her temper before it got her in any deeper. She rubbed the dull ache in her temples and
decided that if feeding that man proved the fastest way to get rid of him, she’d give in and do it. Without a
word, she turned and stepped toward the bedroom door. He had her in an instant, pulling her against his
chest, holding her in a steel embrace. She glared up at him.
“You’re shooting daggers at me again, babe. Pretty eyes like yours should be all soft and misty when a
man’s holding you. Like this.” His mouth came down on hers, boldly claiming rights she hadn’t ceded him.
Rae forgot to be outraged. How could she be when her insides promptly turned to jelly and she had to be
careful not to fall over in a heap? Her nipples tingled and peaked. It took all her self-control not to rub
them while he watched.
His lips pressed to hers, his hand slid down her back and cupped her bottom, pulling her against him. Her
pulse quickened as she realized his arousal grew with every second that ticked past. Thaddeus pulled
away and looked down at her with eyes gone black and strange. Deep inside, her womb contracted,
startling her with the unfamiliar sensation. He brushed his knuckles along her cheek in a gentle caress.
“What’s wrong, Rae?” he asked, his voice soft and tender, that of a man who for some unknown reason
actually cared about what troubled her.
“I don’t know what you mean?” She really didn’t, other than his very uninvited presence in her apartment
was wrong. She refused to let this man play on her emotions.
“Don’t you like to be kissed?”
She rubbed the bridge of her nose nervously and looked away. “It’s okay. I haven’t done a lot of it.”
“The men in this town are falling down on the job.” Thaddeus tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him
again. “I swear. I’m only going to kiss you right now. Just relax and enjoy it, Rae.”
Her heart fluttered. Oh, how she wanted to do just that! Kissing had been such a disappointment to her
and in her heart, she knew it shouldn’t be. It seemed to her that every boy who had ever warmed up to her
enough to kiss her just slobbered all over her face. The tingling that spread out from her nipples
promised more from this man. The sensation promised a taste of what she’d read about in her treasured
collection of romance novels that dated from a century and a half ago. She closed her eyes, pushed aside
the fact that he was a fugitive, and hoped.
Thaddeus’ lips brushed hers, the barest whisper of a touch, so fleeting, she wondered if she’d only
imagined it. She opened her eyes. Victory flickered in the dark depths of his intense gaze. His mouth came
down on hers with bruising force, hot and full of demand that stripped her will to protest.
His clever tongue teased at her mouth while his strong arms tightened around her. She opened her lips to
draw a breath and he boldly thrust his tongue past her teeth. Something within her, low down in her belly,
shifted and coiled. Heat swept her from head to toe, raising gooseflesh in its wake. The thing inside her
loosened and gave her the impetus to reach for him.
|To Bed a Spy
(This book was previously published
as part of a two-author anthology.)
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