Seduced in New York
Sexy Spy Series, No. 1
By Lexi Love
Updated:
9 th January 2014
All rights reserved, without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright owner of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. NOTE:
Full of steamy sex scenes and exhilarating action, this short story includes coarse language and is recommend for mature audiences only.
The sunlight streamed through the large windows of the penthouse suite and onto my face. Rubbing the sleep out of my bright, blue eyes, I opened them.
For a moment or two I wondered where in the world I was. But then it all came flooding back to me as I glanced across the bed and saw the sleeping figure next to me.
Kevin Lord was handsome, tall, and strong. He was all that a woman could want. But , in my line of business, you couldn’t have a boyfriend.
Sure, I hade made love to him just last night, but that was business. And I never mix business with pleasure. I admit that I did enjoy his strong arms as he felt me all over, but that’s another story.
I sat up and brushed my medium length, blonde hair out of my face. I was careful not to disturb Kevin for I knew what he would say to me if he were awake. And now was not the time for pleasure.
I quietly pulled back the bed sheets and placed my bare feet upon the newly decorated carpet. I glanced around the bedroom for my red panties and bra that I had bought almost one year ago.
I saw the edge of the red lacy material peeking out from below the bed. I reached down and picked up my panties. I raised my feet and put them on. Now, where was my bra? I glanced around and then I saw, to my surprise, that it was next to Kevin’s right arm.
Shit! I would have to go without my favorite bra. I could always buy another one, since money was no object, but they were special to me. They, along with the panties, were the lingerie that I had bought for my first day on the job. Like me, that had gone through a lot of things, mostly good, but sometimes bad. Being a spy had a lot of advantages, but there were also disadvantages. And one of them was that I didn't have any close friends. In fact, I didn't really have any friends. I couldn't tell anyone about my real job. Just the fake one. The one where I worked at a shoe shop.
My bare feet hardly made a noise as I crept over to the sofa where my matching lacy nightgown lay. I put it on, noticing how soft it felt on my upper body since I wasn’t wearing a bra.
I glanced back at Kevin and was glad to see that he was still asleep. I made my way to the desk of drawers on the other side of the room and quietly went to open them.
I cursed softly to myself as I realized that they were locked . I glanced around the room, wondering where the key would be. I saw Kevin’s dark blue jeans that were piled up on the floor beside his sleeping figure and decided to look there .
I tiptoed over, being as quiet as I could. I then searched the pockets with both hands. Success! I had found a bunch of keys.
Holding them tight in my hand so that they wouldn’t jingle around, I made my way back to the desk. This was going to be the tough part. Which key would fit? It was a lucky dip, so I choose at random. No luck. But , luckily, the second key worked.
I opened the first drawer. Nothing. The second. Nothing. Frustrated, I almost yanked the third and final drawer out of the timber desk.
I smiled as I caught sight of a folded piece of paper. I picked it up, unfolded it, and took one look at it. I grinned. This was it. This single sheet of paper only had ten names on it, but those ten names would spell disaster for Sexy Spies Incorporated, the organization that I worked for
Sexy Spy Series, No. 1
By Lexi Love
Updated:
9 th January 2014
All rights reserved, without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright owner of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. NOTE:
Full of steamy sex scenes and exhilarating action, this short story includes coarse language and is recommend for mature audiences only.
The sunlight streamed through the large windows of the penthouse suite and onto my face. Rubbing the sleep out of my bright, blue eyes, I opened them.
For a moment or two I wondered where in the world I was. But then it all came flooding back to me as I glanced across the bed and saw the sleeping figure next to me.
Kevin Lord was handsome, tall, and strong. He was all that a woman could want. But , in my line of business, you couldn’t have a boyfriend.
Sure, I hade made love to him just last night, but that was business. And I never mix business with pleasure. I admit that I did enjoy his strong arms as he felt me all over, but that’s another story.
I sat up and brushed my medium length, blonde hair out of my face. I was careful not to disturb Kevin for I knew what he would say to me if he were awake. And now was not the time for pleasure.
I quietly pulled back the bed sheets and placed my bare feet upon the newly decorated carpet. I glanced around the bedroom for my red panties and bra that I had bought almost one year ago.
I saw the edge of the red lacy material peeking out from below the bed. I reached down and picked up my panties. I raised my feet and put them on. Now, where was my bra? I glanced around and then I saw, to my surprise, that it was next to Kevin’s right arm.
Shit! I would have to go without my favorite bra. I could always buy another one, since money was no object, but they were special to me. They, along with the panties, were the lingerie that I had bought for my first day on the job. Like me, that had gone through a lot of things, mostly good, but sometimes bad. Being a spy had a lot of advantages, but there were also disadvantages. And one of them was that I didn't have any close friends. In fact, I didn't really have any friends. I couldn't tell anyone about my real job. Just the fake one. The one where I worked at a shoe shop.
My bare feet hardly made a noise as I crept over to the sofa where my matching lacy nightgown lay. I put it on, noticing how soft it felt on my upper body since I wasn’t wearing a bra.
I glanced back at Kevin and was glad to see that he was still asleep. I made my way to the desk of drawers on the other side of the room and quietly went to open them.
I cursed softly to myself as I realized that they were locked . I glanced around the room, wondering where the key would be. I saw Kevin’s dark blue jeans that were piled up on the floor beside his sleeping figure and decided to look there .
I tiptoed over, being as quiet as I could. I then searched the pockets with both hands. Success! I had found a bunch of keys.
Holding them tight in my hand so that they wouldn’t jingle around, I made my way back to the desk. This was going to be the tough part. Which key would fit? It was a lucky dip, so I choose at random. No luck. But , luckily, the second key worked.
I opened the first drawer. Nothing. The second. Nothing. Frustrated, I almost yanked the third and final drawer out of the timber desk.
I smiled as I caught sight of a folded piece of paper. I picked it up, unfolded it, and took one look at it. I grinned. This was it. This single sheet of paper only had ten names on it, but those ten names would spell disaster for Sexy Spies Incorporated, the organization that I worked for
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