Strokes Of Midnight
"Turnabout is fair play, Falco, or hadn't you heard? Now where are the bloody plans?"
Dressed in dominatrix black leather down to her spiked heels, Angelina trained the subcompact Beretta on the silver-haired man lying in the center of the mussed bed. Red silk scarves lashed his wrists to the bedposts, and sweat from the long, rough ride she'd just given him rolled down his taut neck and leanly muscled torso.
The year before, the double agent had seduced her and then stolen the missile plans from her flat while she lay wrapped in silken sheets and the afterglow of his expert lovemaking. To add insult to injury, he had then turned over the plans to a twenty-two-year-old blonde for a ridiculously small sum. Rumor had it the plans were once again for sale on the black market—and that Falco knew exactly who the latest purchaser was.
Falco's deep-set dark eyes met hers from across the room. "Angelina, love, you wouldn't shoot me, not after that incredible shag we just shared. Now be a good girl and let me loose."
His cocky self-assurance made her palms itch to slap his handsome lying face—again. "Don't flatter yourself. I would have shot you when I first spotted you ... read full excerpt from: Strokes of Midnight ebook
