The Spy Who Loves Me by Julie Kenner

a good job.”
    â€œNot torture,” she said, sitting up and sliding both hands up his chest. “Anticipation.”
    â€œI don’t know if I can survive much more anticipation.”
    She brushed her lips against his ear. “You don’t have to.”
    She stood up, straddling his waist as she peeled the pants, adding them to the growing pile of their clothing. Then she lowered herself over him and slid backward down his body, her hands tugging his jeans and boxers down as he kicked off his shoes. His erection jutted free, and she licked the tip, just enough to tease, as he tugged his jeans the rest of the way off.
    As soon as his clothes were tossed aside, she straddled him, still wearing her panties. Finn made a low growling noise, reaching between her legs to shove the crotch piece aside.
    â€œNo,” she whispered. “Rip them off.”
    He did. And as the sound of the material ripping hung in the air, she plunged her body down, taking him deep inside her.
    Her body tightened around him, and she rode him in slow, practiced movements, watching his face as the passion built. He hardened even more, his cock swelling to fill her, and she took his hand from her hip, pressing his fingers against her mound.
    He didn’t need any more encouragement, and his fingers found her clit, stroking and coaxing in soft, subtle movements even as she rode him hard. The combination of sensations, soft and wild, hard and gentle, whipped through her. The urge to let go overwhelmed her. But she fought it, willing to lose herself to the wild heat of sex, but not to lose herself completely.
    The whirlwind built inside her, lifting her to the pinnacle but not quite taking her over the edge. Finn tensed beneath her, his face tightening and his body quivering. He was close, so close, and Amber let go, letting the storm inside her explode into a million pieces as Finn groaned beneath her, bursting with a storm of his own that both filled and satisfied her.
    Sated, Amber sagged on top of him, then rolled to her side as he spooned against her.
    â€œI think I approve of what you wanted,” he said.
    â€œI thought you might.”
    His arm tightened around her waist and she closed her eyes, satisfied. This time she’d kept control. She’d won . But as she pressed against him, exhausted but victorious, she couldn’t help but wonder if, in winning, she’d lost a little bit, too.
    It was a question she didn’t examine closely, instead simply shutting her eyes and pressing tight against him, the heat of his body as intense as the heat from the afternoon sun.
    â€œIf we don’t move,” Finn finally said, “we’re going to be sunburned in places I’d rather not be burned.”
    Amber pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I suppose putting our clothes back on is in order. And then what? Back home?”
    Finn leaned over her, a world of playfulness in his eyes. “Actually, sweetheart, I had another idea. How about letting me show you a different kind of thrill?”

Seven
    T he little shit was tailing her!
    Diana couldn’t believe it, but somehow she’d managed to pick up a tail. She reached up, adjusting her rearview mirror and setting the magnification factor Drake had installed to four-hundred percent.
    The driver was three cars back, but still she managed to focus in on his face. She squinted at the image now looming large in the mirror. She’d seen him before. But where…?
    And then she realized. The spa. The creep following her was their hunky spa attendant.
    She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel even while her teeth worried at her lower lip. She wasn’t concerned that he’d overheard her conversation with Drake. They’d been alone during their talk. But she certainly didn’t need to risk the guy finding out her secrets by following her to Poindexter’s house.
    The odds were her tail was just a horny male who’d gotten a look