Excerpt & Giveaway: Playing Dirty by HelenKay Dimon
Playing
DirtyBad
Boys Undercover # 1
By:
HelenKay Dimon
Releasing
Jan 27th,
2015
Avon
Romance
Blurb
As
an elite Alliance agent—the joint undercover operation of MI6, the
British Secret Intelligence Service, and the CIA—Ford Decker lives
for the adrenaline. But when he befriends sexy property manager Shay
Alexander in hopes of finding her cousin, a known national security
threat, Ford crosses the line, getting to know her better . . . in
bed.
After
being burned by her last relationship, Shay wants to take things
slow. Yet she can't keep her hands off the drop-dead gorgeous hottie
who's moved into her apartment building. So when Ford's identity as
an undercover agent is exposed, his betrayal cuts deep. Shay never
wants to see him again, but Ford can't let her go, not when her life
is still in danger. He will sacrifice everything to protect her, then
be prepared to walk away from the only woman he's ever loved, even if
it breaks him.
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“Are
you looking for pity?” She slipped her hand into his hair, as
she always did. Something about the length, as if he were growing
out a military cut, appealed to her as she wove the softness
through her fingers.
His
eyebrow lifted. “If that would work.”
“You’re
getting there.”
She’d
been so sure he was former Army—or something—and asked him
about it the first week.
Nothing
in his renter’s agreement talked about military service, but she
got the vibe. Service members moved in and out of DC all the time.
She got the routine, and recognized the straight stance and
assured conversation. And he had the confident walk and toned body
down.
He’d
listened to her assessment and laughed it off, insisting his
smartass ways would have gotten him kicked out on the first day.
She pretty much agreed with that.
“I’m
willing to do almost anything to lure you into bed,” he said in
a heated voice.
“Interesting.”
And more than a little tempting. After all, he was an expert with
that tongue, and not just for talking.
He
pulled her in closer, wrapping her in his arms and pressing his
chest against hers. “Next time we’ll have to schedule in some
phone-sex time while I’m gone. Imagine me ordering you to touch
yourself. Pretty damn hot.”
Her
heart did a little jig at the thought. Saying “next time”
meant whatever they had wasn’t going away. For now, knowing that
but little else was enough. Soon she’d need more. “You gotta
tone down this sweet-talking or
it will go to my head.”
Before
she could laugh, he lowered his head and treated her to a welcome
home kiss that had her wanting to tie him in a chair to keep from
leaving again. Hot and firm, he took control and dragged her
under. His hands rubbed up and down her back as his mouth crossed
over hers. When that sweet tongue slipped inside and met with
hers, she dug her fingernails into his shirt. Almost bit through
the cotton to hit skin.
He
pulled back just far enough to stare down at her. The room spun
and she held onto his shoulders to keep from falling down as
babble filled her brain.
“What?”
“I
can spit-shine my lines until they’re clever but we both know
you’re the gatekeeper.”
She
wasn’t exactly sure what he was talking about but she liked the
sound of it. “Damn right.”
“And
I am your sex slave.” His voice dipped low until it skidded
across her senses.
She
clenched her fingers even tighter against his shoulders. Had to
clear her throat a few times before finally spitting out a word.
“Nice.”
Those
strong hands slipped down her back to land on her ass. “The
green
light is totally in your control.”
His
touch had her stretching up on the tips of her toes to brush her
lower body against his. Not her most subtle move but then nothing
about them being together was. They’d shifted from simmering to
raging heat from the beginning. Skipped right over the
get-to-know-you phase on the way to the bedroom.
She
knew about his job and tried to keep a handle on his erratic
schedule. His renter’s application included his social security
number, which led to his impressive credit score and the glowing
report from his last landlord in Virginia. The rest remained a
mystery . . . except for the information she found in a few
hundred Internet searches trying to make sure he wasn’t a wanted
serial killer. Or married.
A
woman had to be smart about these things. She refused to feel
guilty about the dating recon after hearing one horror story too
many from her friends. A guy with a hidden wife and an anger
complex here. A guy who liked to wear women’s bikini underwear
over there. Then there were the looking-for-money types. Yeah, no
thank you.
Playing
coy wasn’t her thing, and the attraction between them sparked on
the initial walk through the condo had burst into full flame by
the time she handed over the keys. He’d asked her out a few
weeks later. She refused. Two days later he brought pizza over and
they’d been seeing each other ever since.
Seeing
as in sex. Lots of sex. The guy might work with computers but he
knew his way around a woman’s body. Hands, tongue, mouth . . .
lord.
After a rocky last relationship, the physical play with him and limited dating contact due to his work schedule appealed to her. It didn’t matter that the need to know more about him kept picking at her. She’d vowed to turn off her preference for being prepared for anything and just let things unfold without trying to steer them.
In
that spirit: “I thought you were blowing out my pipes.”
He
chucked in the middle of nibbling on her ear. The sound was so
rich and deep, so sexy it hit with the force of a superpower. “I
would love to do that, yes.”
She
felt his arms around her waist with hands caressing her ass and
the back of her thighs through her jeans. The dual blast of
touching and closeness had her breath stuttering in her chest. She
inhaled and caught his scent, the
same hint of black pepper she associated with his soap.
Unable
to resist his face and that firm chin, she smoothed her fingertip
around his mouth, letting the stubble of hair tickle her skin.
“You should be resting from your boring conference and long
flight.”
“That
is not what I had in mind when I came over here.”
“My
pipes, right?” She’d given him a key and the alarm code before
he left on his latest trip. He’d been in and out working on the
steps to the front door of the building. The argument about
needing to get to the supply closet without tracking her down
proved compelling. And the idea of him spending his first few
hours back in DC fixing the plumbing problem she mentioned on his
way out was just about the sexiest damn thing ever.
“Do
your pipes need blowing?” He kept a straight face.
She
had no idea how. “You make everything sound dirty.”
“Give
me ten minutes and I’ll show you how dirty I can be.”
There
it was, the flirty talk that drove her doubts away and had her
handing over keys even though a little voice inside her head told
her to be more careful. But there was no need to fight it. She
didn’t plan to make him wait or work for it. Those days were
behind them, and they had passed fast.
That
left only one thing. “I have two words for you.”
One
of his eyebrows lifted. “Which are?”
She
leaned in until her mouth hovered over his. “Green light.”
He
pulled back as his gaze searched hers. “You sure?”
Since
she’d been giving him the go sign pretty much from the beginning
and he’d been speeding ahead with her, his hesitation now struck
her as odd. But those knowing hands skimming along her sides let
her know he was ready when she was.
The
answer was now. |
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HelenKay
Dimon is a former divorce attorney turned full-time romance author.
Odd transition, right? She has sold over thirty novels, novellas and
shorts to numerous publishers, including Kensington, Harlequin and
Penguin, Samhain, Carina Press, and HarperCollins. Her nationally
bestselling and award-winning books have been showcased in numerous
venues and her books have twice been named "Red-Hot Reads"
and excerpted in Cosmopolitan magazine. But the best part of the job
is never having to wear pantyhose.
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