Undercover Lovers

Undercover Lovers
Julie Kenner

SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GET INTO BED WITH THE ENEMY…That's exactly what FBI agent Tori Lowell is afraid of. Especially after she learns that her first undercover assignment will involve going into a sex resort, posing as the wife of her longtime nemesis–and nightly fantasy–gorgeous Carter Sinclair. Which wouldn't be so bad, except that, years ago, she'd almost made it into Carter's bed. And she's afraid that once she gets there, she won't be able to leave.…After years of undercover work, all Carter Sinclair wants is a little peace. But when his final assignment pairs him with Tori, he decides to go for one last fling, too! The sexy brunette has had him tied up in knots since they were both cadets. And now, given their new "marital" status, Carter can enjoy his "husbandly" rights until Tori's out of his system, once and for all. Little does he guess that this "marriage" was meant to last.…

“I’m not drunk,” Carter said. “Only bold.”

“Bold?” Tori swallowed, half afraid she was tempting fate by asking, and half afraid that she wasn’t.

“Bold enough to do this.” His arm slipped around her waist, and he pulled her close. The loofah ended up pressed tight between them, and he shifted against it, his chuckle soft against her ear. “Hang on to that, sweetheart. Maybe later we can find an interesting use for it.”

“I can think of a few,” she said. Tori heard her own voice, soft and sultry, and the sound pulled her back to reality. Closing her eyes, she backed away. “I—I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I want to, but I can’t.”

He pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Yes, babe, you can.” He dropped the shirt, now soaked, to the floor of the tub. “Sex camp, remember? Intimacy. Young lovers with an amazing sex life looking to spice it up.”

“I think I already proved that we can fake it just fine.”

He unbuttoned his shorts, then started to tug at the zipper. “Is that what you do? Fake it?”

She bit back a smile, determined not to give in. “I’ve faked it once or twice.”

The shorts came off, dropping into the tub with a wet splat. “Not with me you haven’t….”

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Undercover Lovers

J. Kenner

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J. KENNER has always loved stories—reading them, watching them on television and on the silver screen, and making them up herself. She studied film before attending law school, but knew that her real vocation lay in writing the kind of books she loves to read. She lives in Texas with her husband, two daughters and several cats.

To Richard and Shelley. Congrats!

And thanks for “buying every one of them.”

Love you guys!

Contents

Chapter 1 (#u28b1c8e3-718e-5e56-89d5-b3d380d5d678)

Chapter 2 (#u152aa7df-2ea0-5eb5-b397-b80e105a3083)

Chapter 3 (#u50928bfe-8345-579e-bcd1-dc167b572898)

Chapter 4 (#u8f2c6320-54ca-56c6-a5d1-08721315cd81)

Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

1

CARTER SINCLAIR shifted in the leather chair and pushed his shoulder-length hair out of his face. Damn, but he longed for a haircut and a shower. For three harrowing years he’d been knee-deep in murderous, sleazebag scum, and he was nearing the end of his rope. Just hours ago, he’d been pulled off of his current undercover gig, and he could only hope the reason was the change of assignment he’d put in for.

Across from him, Assistant Director Evan Kincaid put down the phone, then flipped open a manila file folder on his desk. Carter recognized his personnel file. Hell, he’d seen it enough recently.

Kincaid peered at him over the rims of his half glasses, a portrait of the President and the FBI seal on the wall behind him. “I understand you’re looking for a new assignment.”

“Yes, sir. I’d like a permanent assignment to a field office. I’m hoping to go in as the special agent in charge.”

“Why?”