Agent of Desire (Jessica Booker) Read Free Page A

for sure he’s into women. He already has a partial hard-on.
    “Well.” He looks over at his apartment building. “I live just there, if you would like to come in and rest for a moment. I could make you some tea.”
    Tea? His last name is Pinot , and he’s offering me tea ?
    I smile. “That would be wonderful, Monsieur...”
    “Pinot,” he says. “Geoffrey Pinot.”
    I stifle a smirk. “Nice to meet you , Monsieur Pinot. I’m Lori Wade.”
    “Geoffrey. Please call me Geoffrey.”
    I take his hand from my arm and wrap it around my waist, and he helps me to the door. Tonight my only mission is to get eyes inside. His apartment is already bugged. It has been for weeks. I need to make sure that when he leaves for work tomorrow, he takes a tiny camera and bug with him. Without knowing it, of course. That’s the tricky part.
    His apartment is on the top floor. We ride up in one of those quaint French elevators. The capacity plaque says it can hold five, but even with just the two of us, we stand close enough that I can feel his body heat and smell a light hint of cologne mixing with his own musky scent.
    His place, in contrast, has vaulted ceilings and huge windows facing the river. The kitchen is off on one side, and there is a hallway that leads to the rest of the apartment on the other.
    He settles me in the living room and goes to the kitchen for tea. As he leaves, I take the time to check him out. He’s wearing a fitted, blue button-up shirt that accentuates his broad shoulders and trim frame. He is tall and lean, and though his dark suit pants are loose, I can still make out his firm ass.
    When he comes back with tea, I can’t help but look at his package. Even without a full erection, he’s quite large. I clench my sex in anticipation, letting my eyes flow up his body to his face.
    He sets a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table in front of me and takes a seat at the far end of the sofa. This is going to be harder than I thought. But I like a challenge.
    I pull the pin out of my hair, letting my long auburn hair fall against my shoulders, and run my hands through it, shaking it out. Then I scoot in, claiming the middle cushion on the couch. “So, where’s Mrs. Pinot?” I ask.
    “I’m not married.” He looks at the floor as he says what I already know.
    “How on earth does someone as charming as you stay single?” I ask the question in an attempt to warm up the conversation, but the truth is, I’m also dying to know the answer.
    “I had a girlfriend a few years ago. We were engaged, but it didn’t work out.” He runs a hand through his short dark hair and forces a smile. “I guess I haven’t found the time to date since then. It’s hard to find the right woman when you work sixty hours a week.” He laughs, and his smile deepens, which makes his brown eyes sparkle behind his glasses.
    All I can think about is how much fun it would be to kiss his smiling lips.
    “You must love your work,” I say and lick my lips.
    His eyes move down to my mouth and he swallows. “I do.”
    I inch closer to him. “Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Pinot. Geoffrey.” I put my hand on his thigh and gently squeeze. His thigh is rock hard. He works out. I’m going to enjoy this. “I guess you might say that I owe you.”
    He’s still halfway hard, and when I bite my lower lip, his mouth opens and he takes in a breath. I sit up, arching my back to expose my chest for him to get a better look at the goods. The lump in his pants jumps. I slide my hand up his leg and cup his cock in my hand. I lean in for the kiss and he puts his hand out, stopping me.
    “You don’t have to do this,” he says.
    “But I want to,” I say, and it isn’t a lie. I am already turned on just by his hardness in my hand. He relents and lets me kiss him. I bite his lip and tease his tongue with my own, then squeeze his cock.
    He moans and reaches his hands around my waist, pulling me onto his lap in one quick movement. I take his