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Multiple O's! "Oops! It’s time to pay the piper, and then some. An agent and a jewel thief? Together? Sex? Yum! Jule certainly hopes so. Lani Aames pens a short but very hot story that readers are going to loooovvveee..."
—Sinclair Reid for RRTErotic
4.5 Stars! "The sex has that scrumptious, delicious, dreamy quality that provides the maximum satisfaction without even closing the eyes. You won’t be able to ignore the zing as the couple’s activities become raunchier by each progressing line. ... I loved the way Ms. Aames’ imagination worked, providing an entertaining romp complete with smirks and sizzle. Kudos to the author for penning a little page turner, in terms of length, that urges its reader to embark on a wild adventure and have a Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair all to themselves!"
—Milagros Fatima for JERR
4 Cherries! "I thoroughly enjoyed this read. ...And I must say, I was in for quite a surprise as the story took a completely unexpected twist at the end. I highly recommend this story for a wonderfully erotic and satisfying journey into sexual fantasy. I will definitely be looking for more from this author."
—Buttercup for Whipped Cream
by Lani Aames|
Interpol agent Juliet Reigh is hot on the trail of the international jewel thief known as Jim Stone. Jule is determined to get her man any way she can, and Stone rises to the challenge with a titillating dare. An Interpol agent and an international jewel thief look beyond their differences for the happily-ever-after every couple craves in this arousing caper of romantic fantasy and spy-spoof thriller.
Contemporary romance novelette, approx. 11,000 words or 37 pages.
Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair is a spy spoof.
Published by Silver Heart Books
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Excerpt from Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair
Copyright © Lanette Curington / Lani Aames
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction.
The Rock-Hard Maneuver
Juliet Reigh surreptitiously moved from behind one potted palm to another, keeping the foliage between her and her target. Jule was nervous, but so far everything had gone as planned. She took a deep breath and, using her cell phone, snapped another pic of the man now seated alone at a table near the window.
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the pane of glass, giving her excellent lighting for the photos. The light brought out the deep russet tones in his rich brown hair. He was handsome in the classical sense with a perfect patrician nose and high cheekbones. Dark brown brows accented his eyes which she knew to be the color of hot cocoa. Kissable lips pursed thoughtfully when he was studying a menu…or maybe a diamond?
On her first solo assignment for Interpol, Jule decided she had done a solid job so far. That afternoon, she had picked up the trail of the international jewel thief known as Jim Stone at his hotel just in time to follow him taking a tour of the museum where the fabled Pink Ecstasy, a brilliant heart-cut pink diamond, had been stolen a week ago.
Had he returned to the scene of the crime as most criminals do?
The theft had been executed perfectly, the thief leaving no clues behind and no evidence that he’d been there at all. The necklace had simply vanished from within its maximum security case. Interpol was certain Jim Stone was behind the heist, but they had nothing with which to arrest him. Jule had been assigned to follow the alleged thief and call in backup if she found any leads, no matter how slim.
Aside from the visit to the museum, Jim Stone had done nothing remarkable all afternoon--except look sexy as hell--and the Pink Ecstasy had fueled her fantasies to keep her from getting bored. Weighing in at 69.69 carats, it was purported to bring complete sexual satisfaction to its owner and partner.
Jule sighed. Over the course of the afternoon, she had fallen in deep lust with Stone, and almost wished him luck with getting away with it. In possession of the Pink Ecstasy, he and his sexual partner would, according to the legend, experience the most sexual and sensual of delights ever imagined. Part of her wanted to be his partner, at least for one night.
She envisioned herself wearing nothing but the Pink Ecstasy draped around her neck, the heart-shaped stone nestled between her breasts, and lying in the center of a heart-shaped bed. Stone, wearing nothing but a brooding, sensual smile, would touch her everywhere, starting with her feet and kissing his way up the insides of her thighs, lapping at her…
Jule shook her head, snapping out of her little daydream. The mental images turned her on, but she was afraid she’d become distracted. She was an Interpol agent, dedicated to helping catch the bad guy, not wishing him luck and fantasizing about being in his bed…no matter how devastatingly attractive he was.
Snapping a few more shots, she wondered how long Stone would linger over his coffee. He’d met with another man for a late dinner. She’d taken pics of the other man as well, in case he was Stone’s fence for selling the diamond necklace. Nothing had passed between them by the time the other man left, and Stone remained behind, sipping his coffee and lost in thought. She wondered if he might be using the quiet time to work out the details of his next heist.
At that moment, a group of departing diners passed through, obscuring her view of Stone. As they strolled by, they took their time and chatted amongst themselves about how good their meals had been. When the last of them trailed out of her line of sight, she looked to Stone’s table again, but he was gone!
Her heart thudded rapidly as she glanced all over the restaurant, hoping to catch sight of him. He hadn’t had time to pay his check and leave. Maybe he’d gone to the restroom. She started to take a step toward the front so she could watch the restroom doors and the exit, when something hard and pointed pressed into the small of her back. She froze.
“Why are you following me?” a luscious male voice asked near her ear.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied evenly, trying not to panic.
He reached around her and snatched the cell phone from her hand. Scrolling through the photos she’d taken of him all afternoon, he laughed softly. “You have a lot of pictures of someone you haven’t been tailing.”
Jule’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. She had become too distracted. She was supposed to send a copy of each photo back to headquarters as soon as she took it and delete the original just in case something like this happened. If she had followed protocol, she might have been able to talk her way out of this predicament because there wouldn’t be any evidence for her to explain away.
The only way to get out of it was to admit what she’d done. She turned to face him with her eyes half-closed and teasingly raked the tip of her tongue over her lips. Slowly, she placed her hand on his chest and trailed her fingers along the buttons on his shirt. Before she reached his belt buckle, she stopped.
“I like the way you look,” she drawled, playing the vamp and hoping her performance was convincing.
“Do you always follow men you like?” he rasped, his voice turning hoarser as the protrusion in the front of his trousers grew larger.
“Not usually, but there’s something about you that turns me on. I was hoping for the opportunity to meet you and…” She paused for effect, glancing at the huge bulge beneath his buckle. “And get to know you better.”
She hoped her brazen manner would put him off and make him think she was a crazed stalker or something. While men in general might not decline an offer of a one-night stand, international jewel thieves in particular should be more discriminating to protect their secrets.
His hot-cocoa eyes held amusement while his sumptuous lips moved in for the kill. Her knees might as well have been made of butter for all the good they did her as his mouth slanted over hers, taking her breath away.
She slumped forward against him as the gentle hum of arousal that had been with her all afternoon, just touching the surface of her awareness, abruptly combusted into a raging frenzy of lust, consuming her to the core. She wanted to fuck this man right here, right now, and the tiny corner of her mind where practicality still existed wondered if the potted palms were leafy enough to conceal them if she did.
When at last they parted, his gasps of breath came as rapid and ragged as her own. Could the suave and sophisticated Stone be as turned on as she?
“You’re the best offer I’ve had all day,” he murmured, his lips as damp and kiss-swollen as hers felt.
“And how many offers have you had today?” Jealousy stabbed her in the heart at the idea that other women regarded him with the same intensity of desire she felt. Shoving aside the wild thought that he belonged to her alone, Jule hoped the question would stave off the inevitable. Because, really, she’d never go off with a strange man for a hot and sweaty quickie, no matter how horny she was and even if he weren’t an international jewel thief. She just didn’t do that sort of thing. Ever.
“Three or four.” His dark eyes sparked with humor again. “I usually lose track by this time.”
He had no modesty and he had no shame either because his hand slipped over her breast, his palm rubbing the peak of her nipple. Their bodies hid the action…but the thought of someone seeing them…watching them…made her moan.
At the sound, he moved his hand until he caught her throbbing point between his finger and thumb, squeezing with precision--just hard enough to cause pleasure not pain. Another flashflood of desire surged through her, and another helpless mewl escaped her throat. His hips ground against hers, his rock-hard erection massaging her intimately.
Her body responded to the primal assault, her hips moving with his. She raked her mons over the bulge of his cock again and again. She wanted to stop and tried to make herself stop, but her pelvis rode his rhythm with no heed to any common sense.
He cupped her shoulders with his large hands and, with a few steps, backed her into the corner where the walls met. The disruption caused that pesky common sense to rear its ugly head for a moment. “Not here,” she whispered.
“Why not? We’re here. You want it and I want it.”
“But what if someone sees us?”
“Who looks behind the potted plants?”
He had a point. She’d eaten in restaurants with potted plants and couldn’t remember ever really looking at the flora before, and she’d certainly never scrutinized them closely enough to know if any hid illicit couplings.
Then she recalled how he’d found her. “You did.”
“I’m the exception, babe, not the rule.”
She wanted to laugh. What arrogance! Looking into his hot, naked eyes quelled the chuckle in her throat. She believed he was exceptional, all right--the best at his chosen if illegal profession and unequalled in bed. The first she knew to be true through his dossier at Interpol, but the last? She was as sure of it as if she’d already bedded him.
“What’s wrong?” He moved in close and nuzzled her ear. “This is why you followed me all afternoon, isn’t it? If you back out now, I’d think there was another reason for you taking all those pictures.”
Reality slammed into her hard. He was so smooth she’d almost forgotten he was a suspected criminal and she was in danger. Her training came back to her in bits and pieces. She could reveal her identity as an Interpol agent and hope it would scare him enough that he’d back off. It would also alert him to the fact that the authorities were onto him, and she didn’t want that to happen if she could help it. All her and her fellow agents’ hard work would be for nothing.
If she wanted to keep Interpol out of it so another agent wouldn’t take over and continue the surveillance, she had to find another way to get out of this mess. She couldn’t screw up her first solo assignment. No, she had to find a way out even if it meant sleeping with the enemy. For the good of the country. She’d close her eyes and think of England--er, America.
“I’m not backing out,” she assured him, sounding more confident than she felt. “I just think we should be more careful. Someone might see us.”
He traced the outer shell of her ear with his warm, wet tongue. “You followed me all afternoon because you’re horny, and now you’re too scared to fuck me behind some potted trees because we might be found? Something’s not right--”
She shut him up with a kiss, a lip-searing, loin-wrenching fusing of mouths and tongues that shredded the last of any decorum they possessed. If she allowed him to think too much, he might decide she was more threat than potential bed partner for the night. He didn’t disappoint her.
His hungry response proved he relished the kiss--and her. He slid his hand between their bodies and cupped her breast, his fingers massaging her urgently. Whenever he brushed her nipple, desire shot through her in a series of high-voltage pulses. If she could literally see desire, she thought it must look like the shower of sparks given off when lightning struck a transformer.
His other hand wrestled briefly with her long, flared skirt, dragging it up high enough for his knee to nudge her thighs. Her legs parted for him voluntarily. He wedged his thigh as closely as he could to her sex and dropped her skirt to mostly hide what he was doing to her.
She opened up further for him until her throbbing clit pressed against him hard. When her hips undulated against him, he deepened the kiss until she almost couldn’t tell where her lips and tongue ended and his began.
Her hand rose as if it had a mind of its own, searching for his cock beneath his jacket and across his trousered hip. She found its hard length, impressed by its size and grateful he wasn’t extra-small or pencil-thin. She fumbled with his zipper, finally managing to undo it. Slipping her hand inside, her fingertips ran over smooth silk boxers until she dipped into that opening as well.
She wrapped her fingers around him, and they didn’t meet her thumb on the other side. The image of his large cock filling her up made her ride his thigh faster.
With her increased tempo, he plucked at the hard peak of her nipple, urging her on. All coherent thought of where and who they were dissolved in the gathering white heat clouding her mind and the thrum of electric lust charging along her nerves. When her transformer blew, she shuddered with the violence of the release and savored the flashes dancing through her. When she at last opened her eyes, she wouldn’t have been surprised to see sparks flying from her fingers and toes and even the ends of her hair.
But all she found was Stone, looking down at her through lust-darkened eyes. She still held his hot cock in her hand, her fingers tight around its incredible thickness. She wanted him to experience the mind-blowing thrill she’d felt, and so she rubbed her hand up and down, from silken tip to coarse curls and back again.
He gasped, a ragged sound, and briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them, he backed up half a step, pulling his cock out of her grasp, and zipped up. He adjusted his jacket to hide his obvious hard-on. “Not here, babe. Too messy. Let’s go to my place and finish what we started.”
Jule blinked. She’d almost forgotten where they were. She peered around him, half expecting an audience of restaurant staff and police, but no one else had breached the line of palms and invaded their privacy.
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Stone took her hand and led her away.
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