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Author: Lynne Logan
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Sex, lies and DVD piracy?
Paige Knowles is fed up with her boring existence. Tonight she intends to shed her old life and her virginity by hiring a male escort. The man who appears at her door to initiate her in the art of sex and pleasure is any woman’s carnal fantasy. Little does she know the man is no escort but a stranger hell bent on uncovering her secrets. FBI agent, Ryan White, has one job—to investigate Paige’s involvement in an internet, piracy ring. But when he shows up at her front door, he instigates a chain reaction of lust and longing. After days of monitoring this sexy suspect on surveillance cameras, his unquenchable thirst for her forbidden lips and lush, sinful body jeopardizes not only the investigation and his career but his heart.
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Ryan White tried not to stare. He really did. But he was a man, and she was so damn sexy. More importantly, she was in the process of taking off her clothes.
From his desk in the living room, he watched one of three black and white monitors from the surveillance cameras hidden in Paige Knowles place. For two weeks now, he'd been staking out her house. The Bureau didn't consider her the simple owner of a small, online video store. They suspected her of being involved in an internet piracy ring in Phoenix . From what Ryan had seen, he didn't believe it.
But he had to prove her innocence. He'd managed to get the cameras inside her home, but hadn't yet had the time to search for any incriminating evidence. Soon, though, he'd figure out a way.
He took a deep swallow from his beer, but the drink didn't sooth the thirst and anticipation burning through his body.
Eleven-thirty and right on schedule.
In her master bedroom, Paige walked to her bed and unbuttoned her blouse with slow, sure movements, making him wonder how capable those same hands would be on his own body. No doubt, they'd be just as deft as they danced and stroked his flesh. He shifted in the office chair, unable to control the hunger pooling in his groin.
She tossed back her dark hair with a jerk of her chin before shrugging out of the sleeves and dropping the shirt on her bed to reveal a black bra that cupped round, full breasts. Damn, they were a perfect size for his hands.
Next, she pulled off her jeans. The denim slipped over her lush hips and settled to the ground around her ankles. She stepped from them on lean, incredibly long legs that looked strong enough to wrap around his hips and bind him to her.
When she reached around to unhook her bra, Ryan swallowed with difficulty and swiveled his chair away from the desk and the screen. Conscious of her vulnerability, he looked away in a valiant effort to afford her some privacy. Each evening as she got ready for the night, he'd found himself drawn to the screen like some perverted voyeur. Every single time, he gave in to his sickness and savored every tantalizing glimpse of her naked body.
Tonight Ryan lasted a full minute before he caved.
He rolled his chair back around and stared at the monitor.
Oh, shit.
Ryan jerked up in his chair and set his beer on the desk with a loud thump.
Naked. Every glorious inch.
Thanks Lynne for sharing your post again,
Anita
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