The Sex Files

The Sex Files
Jule McBride

From The Sex Files…"52% of men and women have indulged in a one-night stand." For fun, FBI profiler Oliver Vargo cross-referenced his case files with The Sex Files - in order to create a "picture" of the world's sexiest woman. When a real-life version - gorgeous Peggy Fox - suddenly begins tailing him, he's highly intrigued and very aroused. Who is this mysterious woman who's determined to seduce him and spend the night?Peggy badly needs Oliver's expertise, but his sexy voice and virile body have taken her by surprise. Their sizzling night together is one she'll never regret. And one she'd love to repeat. But she can't let him know all her secrets.As suddenly as Peggy came into his life - she's gone, like Cinderella. And now Oliver must track her down…. Because with Christmas fast approaching, foxy Peggy is definitely on Oliver's Most Wanted list.

“It’s been a great Christmas,” Oliver murmured

He rolled over in bed, his heated naked body pressing against Peggy’s back, allowing him to enter her from behind.

“You feel so good,” she whispered shakily, sighing as he drove inside.

She was wearing a Santa hat he’d picked up at the store earlier. “You’ve been naughty,” he said hoarsely, reading the message scrawled in red on the white brim.

“Maybe I need a spanking,” she teased.

Oliver eased away from her, loving how she gasped over each inch of his withdrawal. Slipping his palm downward, he gave her a love tap that drew a cry—not of pain, but of pleasure.

“Nice,” she corrected cheekily, reaching up and turning the brim to the side that said, “I’ve been nice.”

“If you’ve been nice,” he teased, “then maybe Santa will give you something special for Christmas. What do you want?”

Her breath caught and she shifted her body. “This.”

With a groan, Oliver rolled her over and entered her again with a long, deep satisfying thrust.

Merry Christmas…

Dear Reader,

Merry Christmas!

Manhattan at Christmastime has always been special. During the holidays, the city that never sleeps is charged with a giving spirit and the legendary heart for which New Yorkers have always been known.

I hope you’ll join me this month in celebrating, and that you’ll enjoy The Sex Files, where two strangers come together in the city both to solve a little mystery and fall in love while spending the holiday in some of the most pleasurable ways imaginable….

I do hope this story makes you smile. And don’t forget to check out tryblaze.com!

Wishing the happiest holiday to you and yours,

Jule McBride

The Sex Files

Jule McBride

For Eileen Keator—

New Yorker, photographer, friend.

And best of all, a woman who dares

to be herself and enjoy life.

You go, girl!

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

1

“WELL, KATE,” Oliver Vargo was saying conversationally as he leaned forward in a white-upholstered sectional chair. “I can hardly take personal credit for bringing psychological talents to law enforcement. It’s really nothing new.”

“Please don’t be modest, Mr. Vargo,” replied Kate Olsen, the redheaded interviewer for NBC’s Rise and Shine show and talking head for the evening news. She chuckled knowingly. “The psychological profiles you’ve produced for the FBI have led to the arrest of countless felons, including many who committed crimes previously deemed unsolvable.”

“Psyching out the other guy is as old as crime itself,” Oliver returned agreeably.

“Yet some experts devalue criminal profiling, saying it’s not an exact science.” Before he could respond, Kate turned toward the camera, beginning a slow segue toward the commercial break. “For anyone tuning in, our guest today is FBI agent Oliver Vargo, whose first book How Evil Thinks was one of the longest-running nonfiction bestsellers ever on the New York Times list.” Leaning, Kate lifted a hardcover from a glass-topped coffee table and held it up, her manicured fingers bracketing Oliver’s photograph. “His latest book, Catching Crooks the Old-Fashioned Way, promises to be every bit as successful.

“In a moment, we’ll need to pause for a commercial break,” she continued, returning her gaze to Oliver, “but before we do, what can you tell us about your fascinating book?”

As a wry smile curled the corners of his mouth, his dark eyes twinkled in a way that wasn’t lost on the camera. “In ten words or less?” he joked, playing the audience like a natural while clearly noticing a cue from someone off-camera, probably a producer.

“Don’t worry,” said Kate with an encouraging laugh. “We’ll have time after our break, too!”

“My book defends criminal profiling,” Oliver said, turning serious. “Something that—as you’ve pointed out, Kate—has been debunked by many as mumbo jumbo.”