A killer on the loose, an FBI-agent in love, and a famous actor in danger.
“What do you think about delaying your departure?” Nicolas asked as he strolled from the bathroom to the kitchen, dressed in a towel. “We could eat in bed, watch a movie, and go for a walk later.” He pulled down the strap of Jacklyn’s top and kissed her shoulder.
“My patients wouldn’t approve of my poor work ethic.” Jacklyn smiled upon receiving his kiss on her neck. “Nick, you know that I’ve got to go. We’ll have the weekend. Or did you forget?”
“Nope.” He kissed her shoulder again, aroused by her perfume and the scent beneath that belonged to her. His lips reached up to her earlobe. “I threatened half the department to get three days off. They’ll remember for sure.” He embraced her waist from behind to put his chin on her shoulder. “What’re you doing?”
“Protein bread. The special brand, you know.” She turned her head and grinned at him. “You’re gonna need it.” She put the dough into the oven and set the timer.
“Ah, already doing this for our trip? No shopping when we get up there?”
“Nope. Most certainly not.” She returned to his embrace to kiss his lips while she put her arms around his neck. Her English bore a lovely French accent. “I can’t tell you how much I look forward to spending time with you in that cabin.”
Her kisses stirred emotions below his navel, and he pressed his body against hers. Her smile said she’d noticed. “Yes, you’ll have plenty of time to show me your…excellence.” Jacklyn unwrapped him quickly, and when the towel hit the floor, had a hand around his shaft. “And if you tempt me too much, I’ll lay you in five minutes flat.”
He took the liberty of smiling arrogantly, knowing well how to spur her into action. “I don’t believe that.”
She checked the wall clock, then shook her head. “You’re a bad influence, G-man.”
Quicker than he could come up with a witty reply, she’d pressed his back against the opposite wall and grabbed him hard enough to make him hiss through his teeth. He stood with his hands in the air, digesting the welcome pain.
“Still want the ride?”
From experience, Nicolas knew that a ride had nothing to do with slow, gentle, and sensuous in the common sexual connotation. He also knew that calling the ride off and agreeing with her that she had to leave for work would make him look like a chicken again.
“Yes!” The shout was involuntary. She rubbed him hard enough to make him check for smoke while she tugged his testicles with the other hand. It wasn’t the first time she’d treated him like that, and his body reacted instantly. Gasping, Nicolas reached for her panties, pulled them down and lifted her onto the counter.
She laughed as she spread her legs invitingly. “Afraid to come too soon?”
He pushed her hands away and looked her in the eyes. There was fierceness beyond the joy, and he loved her for both. “You’re a wild one, ma chérie.” His member was at the right place, and her expression told him not to bother with foreplay. He thought she had anticipated his moves and felt outmaneuvered by his feelings and how easily she read them. He pushed inside—then, as he thought he was too rude, was about to pull back, but she had her hands on his buttocks and denied him room.
After three murders in the Washington, DC, vicinity, the FBI Agents Hayes and Beckham are assigned to solve the case. Although the murders seem incoherent at first, it becomes clear that there are connections between them. It turns out that the murderer is far from having reached the end of his deadly list.
Aside from the investigation, Agent Hayes has to find a way to get on with his demanding girlfriend and her challenging love games. Can he do both and not lose himself?