Things have never been hotter for undercover agents Allie Quinn and Matt Oliver. They have a reputation for doing whatever it takes to stay alive and get the job done. It's an added plus that part of their assignment includes unfettered sex. But as they reassume their fake identities, each wonders if they can maintain that reputation, now that love is barreling their way.
EXCERPT
Matt Oliver glanced at the woman in the window seat next to him. Even asleep she could give him a hard-on like nobody’s business, and this was after forty-eight hours of killer sex.
He’d never met a woman quite like Allie Quinn. Not only was she hot as hell and great in bed, but she had a dedication to her job that matched his. Add every superlative a man could think of, and it all came down to one word—perfection. He wished they’d hooked up years ago, both professionally and personally. Now that they were a team, Matt was going to do everything in his power to see they stayed one.
They’d spent the hours preceding this first leg of their extended journey home discussing every aspect of the Sumner investigation he could remember. It was a pity she couldn’t review the full case file and subsequent information they’d acquired on the target. But all that was safely tucked away at the FBI offices in New York City. Neither of them had secure computer access to have it forwarded. They’d been on vacation, never anticipating Matt would be called back to continue his undercover assignment so soon.
At least he wasn’t going in alone this time. Allie would be backing him all the way. Other special agents had filtered in and out of his life during his two years with Brian Sumner. Matt had dealt with them cautiously, never knowing what to expect. It wasn’t as if you could come right out and ask if they were FBI, and just because they were didn’t mean they were all that reliable. After all, it was his life and his investigation at stake. He hadn’t put two years into this undercover assignment only to see some jerk screw it all up. The one before Allie was a prime example. The agent was all right, but his loose cannon of an ex-wife had come close to getting both herself and her ex-husband killed, and jeopardized everything in the process. Had she been successful, it would have been a cold day in hell before the FBI ever got near Brian Sumner again, not that Matt would have lived long enough to see them try.
Allie had been different from the instant they’d met, when she’d slinked into Sumner’s circle to retrieve the flash drive of data he’d collected. Matt and Allie had meshed with each other as if they’d done it a thousand times. Their instincts were synchronous. Something like that happened once in…hell, the odds were too high to measure. And to have them click on a personal level, too? At the risk of sounding cliché, it was priceless.
He’d be the first to admit he was more than hesitant about going back under. Matt had successfully maintained his cover throughout the investigation. He’d even managed to avoid arrest and slipped away incognito when Sumner and the men with him were taken into custody. Proof of his success came from Sumner himself when the man tried to contact Matt’s alter-ego, Matteo Lombardi. He was circling the wagons he had remaining, and Matt was one of those few he trusted. God only knew where it would lead this time, or how much more information he’d be able to gather. They’d only scuffed the surface of Sumner’s corruption and that of his associates. Getting to those associates while keeping Sumner’s trust had been impossible. This could be the chance they’d been looking for. The bigger question for Matt was…could he continue to maintain his façade?
His diligence and wariness had paid off the first time around. But even Matt realized that he’d grown tenser with each passing day he’d had to weigh every word and action. Two years was a hell of a long time to be undercover. He’d started to wonder if his breaking point was near. And then Allie Quinn had walked into his life. Disguised as call girl Samantha Shaw, she’d provided the perfect distraction, helping to bring about the beginning of the end of Sumner’s reign.
It had been Matt’s idea for her to go back under with him. He’d like to have said he’d asked for professional reasons—an agent would be stupid not to want someone of her caliber at his back. But he’d been initially driven by personal needs. After two years of isolation, Matt didn’t want to be alone any more. After having Allie in his life, he didn’t want her out of it…not for one second. No matter how work-oriented he was, Matt knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but her if she wasn’t with him. He couldn’t do his job if he was constantly worried about when and if he’d ever see her again.
Then the Special Agent Oliver part of him—as Allie called him—kicked in. Having her there made sense. She already had a cover. Sumner thought she was a call girl Matteo had hooked up with. They could easily slip back in with those identities. She was sharp and quick, knew Matt’s mind the second he did. And, like him, Allie would do whatever it took to stay alive and get the job done.
Matt checked his watch. It was almost time to wake her. They’d agreed to split the five-hour flight from Honolulu to Los Angeles—one sleeping while the other one kept watch. He’d let her have the first shift. Maybe they were being over-cautious. The red-eye flight was far from crowded. People had spread apart as much as they could once the 757 was airborne. The seat between them was vacant as were the rows across, in front, and behind. They probably could have both slept for the entire flight. But neither of them had gotten where they were by letting his or her guard down. They kept to what they knew would keep them alive.
He’d scanned the passengers during a quick trip to the lavatory, while the flight attendants were trying to sell headsets for the in-flight movie. From what he could tell, most people were bedded down. No one had budged since then. He’d spent his time reading a romance novel Allie had bought for beach-time…and shamelessly enjoying it.
Matt breathed in the sight of her once more. She had the airline blanket tucked under her chin, cocooned against the chill in the plane. One strand of her gold-brown hair curled around her breast, like it was seeking her nipple beneath the covering. Scooting into the seat between them, he combed the hair over her shoulder.
Allie stretched, turning a lazy smile his way. “Quiet?” she asked.
“Not a creature was stirring.” He loved the way she looked when she woke up. If they were in a bed right now… He smiled and slipped his hand under the blanket. She wore comfortable, lightweight pants with a T-shirt. The loose material now allowed him easy access to give her a proper wake up.
Her eyes widened when he shoved his hand beneath the elastic waistbands in pants and panties, straight to the moist heat in her pussy.
“Matt,” she whispered, flashing a quick look around them, “you wouldn’t.”
Despite the half-hearted protest, she fisted the blanket and parted her thighs. Matt crossed his legs to quell the ache in his cock. It didn’t help.
“Shhh,” he spoke softly against her ear, then indulged himself with a lick around the shell.
Allie sighed, lips pressed tight against any sound. Using his middle finger, Matt dipped juices from the well of her crotch up to her hard clitoris. It felt like it kissed him, thanking him for attention. He circled around it, marveling at the pulsing heat. Her breath quickened. More moisture surged forward. His erection throbbed, protesting its lack of participation. He’d never met a woman more daring, more ready for anything. But they weren’t foolish enough to go all out. Still, the thought of ripping off her clothes and yanking her astride his lap sent fire skidding along his skin.
He drew lazy circles around her clit. “My baby likes that, doesn’t she?”
She swallowed hard with her nod.
He shoved his fingers into her core and rubbed his palm against her. Allie’s eyes flashed open.
“Too much?” he asked on a grin and pulled back to her clit.
She sagged down farther. He wanted to tease her, to make her cry out, but he also didn’t want to get them arrested. Slow circles pulled the tension up. He tugged the edge of the blanket over his lap and squeezed his cock. It refused to subside and demanded stroking. He felt her fingers drift over his thigh, aiming right where he needed.
Matt clutched her hand in place. “I don’t want to have to explain a cum stain on my jeans, sweetheart.”
She nestled her cheek into his bicep. “I’m going to take you in the lavatory, wrap my lips around…” She sucked in a sharp breath when he pinched her clit. It was in self-defense—to keep her words from making him come. His cock reacted anyway, threatening to spill jism everywhere at the sight of her lost in pleasure.
He toyed with her clit, making it slicker, harder, hotter. Her body tensed. Her jaw clenched from the effort to keep quiet. Then she froze. His cock beat in time to her pussy’s orgasmic contractions. She melted into the seat as her climax waned. He slowly pulled his hand free.
Allie laced her fingers through his the second they cleared her pants. “Lavatory…now.”
She didn’t have to give the order twice. Getting there was the tricky part. His cock ridged his jeans very prominently. If any of the passengers woke up and noticed, they’d have more than a clue what he and Allie were getting ready to do.
She picked her way down the aisle, keeping directly in front of him, pausing from time to time as if she were sick and having trouble. As they reached the miniscule bathrooms in the back, the blond flight attendant, whose nametag identified her as Nikki, stopped perusing her magazine and glanced up from her jump seat, questioning their actions with a single look.
“She’s a little queasy and needs my help,” Matt said quickly.
Her gaze dropped to his erection. A barely perceptible smile lifted one corner of her mouth as she returned to her reading.
Allie sat on the commode, parting her knees to allow him access to the tiny space. He’d barely slid the latch closed when her fingers flicked his belt open. The leather sighed as she freed it. One slice and the zipper was open. She curled her fingers around his waistband and tugged jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free, right to her waiting mouth. Hands braced on the ceiling, Matt arched into a thrust as her tongue feathered around him.
She cupped his sac, gently kneading his aching balls. Her other hand wandered up and down the crack of his ass, reminding him of all she could do to him if only there were room. The thought of her fingers delving into his ass quivered through him. Allie could definitely give as good as she got.
Fighting each groan back, he watched her through lust-clouded eyes as she took him deeper with every suck. His hips pivoted of their own volition. He grabbed the back of her head, sinking his fingers into her silky hair as he tried to fuck her mouth. A hard pinch to his ass shot fire from his balls to the tip of his cock. She looped her tongue around and around from root to crown over and over. Then she found that oh-so-sensitive spot just behind his balls. Deep circles against it took his breath away. Heat pooled at his lower back. She sucked him deeper. His cock head nudged the back of her throat. Another hard suck yanked the orgasm out of him. Matt thrust forward as hot jets of cum spurted from him.
He heaved in deep breaths, struggling to stay upright while his legs felt like rubber. Allie dotted kisses along his penis as it grew flaccid.
“Ready for that nap now?”
“A little too ready,” he managed to say. “You might have to carry me. I’m not sure I can move a muscle.”
She helped him tug his clothing into place. “It might be more of a drag than a carry, but I’d do it.”
Matt had no doubt. He was beginning to wonder how he’d managed without her all these years.
Nikki didn’t spare them a glance as they vacated the lavatory. Her legs were crossed, one slowly scissoring over the other seeming to indicate she wasn’t as disinterested as she appeared.
Back at their row, Matt took the window, while Allie guarded him from the aisle seat. In seconds he drifted off, secure in the knowledge that, for the first time in a long time on the job, he could rest and Allie would have his back completely.
