Sexy Saturday-The Last Detail

One of my favorite genres to write is furturistic. They are not huge sellers but I do really love them. This was my first MMF and it was released just over a year ago. Since I am in the middle of writing an MMF right now, I thought I would share you a bit.

The Last Detail

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Trust isn’t easy when the ones you want most are out to get you.

She gave in to the urge to settle her hands on his shoulders. He was warm, burning up. She caressed his flesh. She couldn’t help it. She opened her eyes and she could see him in the mirror. The two of them made a picture. Ruined and broken woman. Dangerous criminal. God, what she wouldn’t give to indulge. She knew the male agents did, but she knew she couldn’t afford that. Many of their jobs thought they could offer sex and get off the charges pending against them. She knew Dawson must not even suspect her, or he would have killed her by now. For her, if she were to do this, there was a good chance he would get that chance to kill her.

“What was that?” he asked as he studied her face in the reflection.

“What?”

“Something about your expression looked…sad.”

She shook herself out of her funk and back to the task. She couldn’t think about things that were never going to happen. After years of disappointment, she had learned not to play that game.

She smiled at him. “Nothing, just a moment of melancholy.”

Dawson cocked his head to the side. “About what?”

At first, her heart flip flopped. Just the concern she read on his face and heard in his voice had her melting on the inside. No man asked her about things like that. Not even Jared and he was the closest thing to a husband she had. At least a husband with no sex involved.

“Let’s not talk about it.”

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue, but apparently he thought better of it. “So, what now?”

The seductive purr was back and it had her quaking inside. Lust flowed through her blood like lava, burning her from the inside out.

“I thought maybe we could play a little game.”

“What kind of game?” he asked.

She pressed against him. “I thought you might let me tie you up.”

His face hardened, his eyes burning with a fire that would probably consume them both if she let it.

He swallowed. “Tie me up?”

“Nothing big,” she said, moving away from him. “Just your hands at your back. I want to play a little.”

He swallowed again, then nodded. She pulled out her cuffs, the new ones Jared had just gotten her after months of nagging. She would use them this one and only time.

“I promise not to hurt you,” she said teasingly.

He sighed. “That’s not a promise I care about.”

She wanted to sigh herself. In the years since her attack, she hadn’t met a man who intrigued her like this one. She was ready to toss aside the fact he was a wanted man, that he was selling secrets to the highest bidder, and would probably cost many people their lives. All that didn’t matter, and that scared the hell out of her. But the one thing she never did was fall on the job, especially not the one that would get her home.

She slipped her fingers down his arms, enjoying the feel of his hard flesh beneath her digits. God, she would never forget just how wonderful this felt. She would probably lie awake with the thought in her head for months. As she reached his hands, she sighed. Long, tapered fingers, wide palms. She wasn’t a little woman but his hand would swallow hers. Rough calluses marred the tips of his fingers. A lot of agents in his field had smooth hands, manicured fingers. This was a man who didn’t mind getting in the middle of a dirty fight.

“Having fun?” he asked.

She fought the shiver of need that welled up inside her. She had to arrest him, needed to take him in. He was dirty and without scruples if he was selling secrets. Drawing in a deep breath, she coded the electronic restraints and strapped them over his wrists. She ignored the little thrill that unfurled deep within her belly at the sight of that. She rose and looked at their reflections again. His gaze rose to hers, the fire had flared higher and it had her own arousal rising. She wanted him, and there was no getting around that. But she wanted to get back to Earth more. With more resistance than she thought she had, she turned away and went to retrieve her weapon and put it in her holster. Then she pulled out the stunner she’d brought with her.

“What the hell’s going on?” he asked, apparently realizing something else was happening. Finally.

Without turning around, she said, “Samuel Dawson, you are under arrest for the procurement of secrets and the selling of those secrets for profit.”