Undercover Desires (MF)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, with M/M elements not involving the hero, HEA]
Who are you? What are you? are the questions Georgiana Lorenz, a writer for Rock Mania magazine asked herself when “Ferret,” an alcoholic junkie and her informant of three months, started behaving strangely. Gone was the filthy, smelly, always-wanting-to-get-inside-her-pants scumbag, and in his place was… Well, okay, he was still filthy and smelly, but his lightning reflexes and the muscular body under the tatty clothing suggested he was a different man altogether.
Indeed he is.
FBI Special Agent Reed Sullivan has been assigned one dirty mission—to take the place of the recently departed Ferret in order to bring Ahmed Aziz Armin, a suspected gun smuggler and supporter of terrorism, to justice. Falling in love plays no part in his plans of putting Armin behind bars. One meeting with Georgiana Lorenz, however, has Reed losing his heart to the purple-haired, pierced, and tattooed nightmare, and his cover and his plans are blown higher than an acid trip.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "Could any two people be farther apart than Georgiana and Reed? She is an indie reporter for a music rag, covered with tattoos, piercings and sporting purple hair. He is the buttoned up, buttoned down FBI agent who keeps running into her in his investigation into illegal arms dealing. However, when Georgie meets Reed, he is far from his regular persona. He is masquerading as Ferret, an alcoholic, drug addict, who looks and smells as if he hasn’t seen a bar of soap in many a month. I have to wonder how Georgie could be attracted to him at all, but somehow his real personality shines through and she falls in love with him. Even after she finds out who he really is, the gap between them is cavernous, so how can they ever be together? Once the bad guys start chasing and shooting at them, how will they ever figure out their feelings? I liked both of these two, and kept pulling for them to end up together, despite their differences in Undercover Desires. However, as I said, Georgie has a stronger stomach than I would have, to get close to someone who looks and smells so bad." -- Alberta, Manic Readers
At the top of the stairs, Reed halted and shrank back out of sight. Down at the bottom, accompanied by two stony-faced men, one with a clipboard, Armin was frantically looking around. His whole posture was rigid, and it was obvious he was searching for somebody. Probably that same someone who was still in his office.
There was a break in the loud music. Voices then floated up and confirmed Reed’s suspicion.
“And you’re sure she’s here?”
“Yes, Mr. Armin. Miss Lorenz arrived about half-hour ago. See? I’ve ticked her name on the invite list.”
“Then where is she?”
The loud music resumed, and the answer was lost. Reed shifted forward for a better view. Oh, hell! Though Armin was striding in the opposite direction, the stony-faced man without the clipboard was ascending the stairs, a semiautomatic clearly visible on his belt. Gut instincts told him events were about to turn nasty.
He rushed back to Armin’s office just as Georgiana emerged. He pushed her back inside, grabbed her arm, and dragged her over to the balcony doors.
“Get your stinking hands off me!”
Reed spun around and slapped a hand across her mouth. “Keep your voice down! Unless you want to accessorize that pretty dress with a hole in the head?” Her heavily made-up eyes widened and flicked to the door. Her muffled curt response consisting of two words, the first beginning with F and ending with K, and the second “me,” made him smile. “My sentiments exactly.”
Opening and closing the door behind them, Reed peered over the balcony. It was a long way down. Though he knew Georgiana was as light as a feather, one slip and there would be two bloody messes on the terrace below. Actually, there would be two bloody messes on the balcony if he didn’t get a move on. “Climb aboard and hold on tight, doll. We’re going down.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No. Just think of me as your knight in shining armor.”
Georgiana gave him a strange look as she climbed onto his back and wrapped her legs and arms around him. With her warm breath in his ear, her light floral scent teasing his nostrils, and the feel of her perky breasts pressing into his back causing all sorts of X-rated images to flash through his mind, Reed’s descent was quicker than the one made going up.
The moment his feet kissed the flagstone terrace, she untangled herself from him. He turned to face her and immediately noticed hard nipples poking against the floaty material of her dress. Her eyes were fixed on his groin.
Managing to tamp down the almost overwhelming urge of pulling Georgiana into the shadows and taking her until she was senseless and silly, he instead ushered her over to the French doors of the ballroom. Thankfully, they were unlocked and they slipped inside.
Just in time.
For as Reed straightened the drapes and snagged two flutes of half-drunk champagne from a nearby glass-topped table, the sea of people parted like the Red Sea and Armin stood in the center. His expression was as black as thunder, but the instant he spotted them, a gracious smile emerged. A forced smile all the same. “Oh, look. Here comes another knight in shining armor.”
Georgiana snorted as she glanced at the approaching Armin. “Not likely. He’s gutter slime.”
“Like me then?”
Her lips twitched. “No, you’re just a weasel in desperate need of a bath.”
He laughed low, drawing her attention back to him. Armin was almost upon them, and he leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Don’t ever be alone with Armin. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever.” Her mouth opened, but whatever she’d been about to say was cut out by Armin.
“Georgiana, there you are! I’m so pleased you came. You look utterly divine. A real princess.”
Armin took hold of Georgiana’s free hand and delicately kissed the tip of each finger in an intimate gesture that unfurled a streak of jealously in Reed’s gut. Pass the sick bucket, too.
“You two know each other?” Armin then asked, the forced smile, politeness and warmth in danger of giving him constipation.
They answered at the same time.
“No,” Georgiana said, followed by, “yes.”
“Yes,” Reed said, followed by, “no.” Then, at the narrowing of Armin’s soulless eyes, and with a forced smile of his own, he explained, “Well, of course I know her. I am standing here talking to her.”
“And how do you two know each other?” Georgiana asked, taking a sip of champagne. “Are you in the same line of business? Partners, perhaps?”
Classic. Reed fought the laughter at the “caught with his pants down” expression that Armin displayed. He would love to know how Armin intended on answering that, but since none was forthcoming, he provided one on his behalf. “Oh, I flush Mr. Armin’s drains out,” he deadpanned. “That’s why I smell like gutter slime. Didn’t have time for a bath.”
Beside him, Georgiana laughed, a sultry sound that warmed his gut. Armin, on the other hand, didn’t look amused. In fact, when she laid a hand on Reed’s arm and pouted her sexy, purple lips at him, Armin looked ready to punch him in the face.
“Princess,” Armin said through what sounded like gritted teeth, “why don’t you come and choose some music for my guests to dance to?”
Reed managed to stop himself from placing a protective arm around Georgiana to keep her safely by his side. He had to let her go otherwise Armin might smell a rat, as well. Not that he couldn’t stop himself from winding Armin up further by pressing a lingering kiss on Georgiana’s lips. “Nice talking to you, Miss…?”
“Lorenz. Likewise, Mr…?”
“Ferret,” he supplied in a French accent, pronouncing it Ferray and making it sound aristocratic. She laughed that sultry laugh again. As Armin led her away, he added, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
With the click of the closing door behind Harrison, Georgiana surfaced from the bedroom. She was still naked, and Reed felt his cock stirring with unbound interest.
He raked his gaze over her. Whoever had coined the phrase good things come in small packages must have had Georgiana in mind. Petite in height and slender in frame, she possessed a body so perfectly formed that Aphrodite herself would weep into her scallop shell.
He halted his quick ogle on the tops of her thighs and the honeyed treasure that lay between. Here, she was almost delicate, like a flower easily trampled under a heavy boot. Yet he knew better. He had intimate knowledge and experience of how resilient and accommodating she was. Her pussy and his cock were a match made in heaven.
“Lloyd was at the warehouse?” she said without preamble. “Was he the one wearing the baseball cap?”
Why lie? Georgiana had no doubt heard everything. He nodded. “Yes.”
“I thought he looked familiar.” She ran a hand through her hair, taming the purple curls, making Reed’s fingers itch to ruffle them up again. “So what happens now?”
Georgiana was almost certainly talking about the mission and how she could help. Reed wasn’t. He crooked a finger at her. She hitched a brow and sauntered over. His cock hardened and copied the enticing sway of her hips, rather like the adder dancing to the music of the snake charmer. She stood before him, hands on hips, one leg slightly in front of the other. He found the pose highly erotic. More so because he was fully clothed.
An impish light gleamed in her eyes. “Undo your jeans. Show me your cock.”
Reed did as requested, never taking his eyes from hers. Once unbuttoned and unzipped, he pushed the denim over his hips, his boxers, too, and his cock found freedom. His balls felt heavy and tight. He ached to fill her. Georgiana licked her lips and dropped to her knees. He groaned.
“I didn’t get to finish blowing you.”
Her sultry whispered words had him groaning again. He reached out a hand and wound a purple ringlet around his finger. “Your hair’s so soft. And so beautiful.”
“If you wanna be Ferret, then talk like Ferret.”
She was teasing him, but he knew she was right. He crooked his lips into a sneer. “Suck on my cock, doll. I want to shoot my load down your throat.”
“Better?” he echoed. Further questions for an explanation never made it past his lips for Georgiana then enclosed her mouth around his cock and sucked long and slow. She hummed a merry tune around his shaft, and something primal broke loose inside. His other hand joined the first, and he fisted her hair, drawing her head lower and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. The warm, tight cocoon of her throat was made tighter with every hard suck she bestowed him.
Reed tried to refrain from moving, but the intensity of the pleasure pulsing through his veins was too much to take. He jerked his hips in a restless fashion, his groans of satisfaction coming louder and louder until, and with his spine bowed, he felt ribbons of hot cum spurting from his cock. She never faltered, milking his seed from his balls and sucking on his shaft to another full erection.
With a soft smile on her face, she then released him from her mouth. He noted where her hands were—between her legs. She’d been masturbating herself. The honeyed scent of her juices reached his nose. His heart drumming that double beat, Reed hauled Georgiana up his body until she straddled him. Her slick fingers threaded his hair, and he kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth as far as his cock had been.
She moaned and writhed her naked and beautiful breasts against the fabric of his T-shirt. He thumbed her nipples into stiffer points, enjoying the silky wetness of her pussy folds damping the tip of his cock. Angling his head, he took one sweet peak into his mouth, her taste rolling over his tongue as he laved her. She mewled when he switched to her other nipple, giving it the same salacious treatment.
That one word was a sultry whisper on her tongue. Heat and lust barreled through him. Pre-cum oozed as more blood soared into his cock, making it harder than he ever thought possible. Only Georgiana could do that to him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he bit down gently on her nipple, teasing the nub between his teeth. “I want you,” he murmured, moving his face to the side so he could nuzzle the soft valley of her breasts. He inhaled her scent and felt his heart do that double beat again. “I want you so much.”
“I want your pussy.”
He swallowed, not quiet believing what he was about to say to a woman. “I want to fuck your sweet cunt.”
He fought back a laugh. Planting his hands on her hips, keeping her still, he jerked his pelvis upward and his cock slid straight in the slick and snug sheath of her pussy. She moaned an “oohing” sound that was a sexy as hell.
And that was when it hit him.