Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair Read Free

he backed up half a step, pulling
his cock out of her grasp, and zipped up. He adjusted his jacket to
hide his obvious hard-on. “Not here, babe. Too messy. Let’s go to
my place and finish what we started.”
    Jule blinked. She’d almost forgotten where
they were. She peered around him, half expecting an audience of
restaurant staff and police, but no one else had breached the line
of palms and invaded their privacy.
    Before she could breathe a sigh of relief,
Stone took her hand and led her away.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
    The Pink Ecstasy Stratagem
     
    J ule watched as
Stone unlocked the door to his hotel suite. He pushed the door open
and waited for her to enter first. She hesitated. Once inside, she
was cut off from everything and at his mercy. Interpol wouldn’t be
able to save her. She glanced at Stone, whose benign smile was
still sexy enough to make her cream her panties.
    If she balked now, what believable excuse
could she give? She’d already proven she would allow him to touch
her intimately and was willing to put her hands on him in familiar
ways. If she tried to leave, would he even let her? Probably not
because she’d stir his reservations again and put herself in
greater danger.
    He seemed to have the uncanny knack of
sensing her indecision. Before she could decide to take the step
into his domain, he put a hand on her elbow and gently steered her
forward. When the door snicked shut behind them, it was too late to
turn back.
    Walking across the luxuriously thick carpet
was like walking on a cloud. Suddenly, Stone swung her around and
kissed her, another deep, soul-altering kiss that made her weak and
aching…and willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her.
    When they parted, he went to a bucket that
held a bottle of champagne on ice. He popped the cork then excused
himself and went to the bathroom, but he left the door open and
talked to her.
    “I’ll be out in a minute. Why don’t you pour
us a drink? I hope you’re looking forward to this evening as much
as I am.”
    “You bet,” she responded, but didn’t move
toward the champagne yet.
    She could leave now, but how far would she
get? He could be after her within seconds. Again, running would
raise his suspicions. Even if he didn’t come after her, he’d be
wary enough to disappear out of the city, and Interpol would have
to start the investigation over at square one. She’d be transferred
to a desk job until her supervisor could be convinced to give her
another chance.
    Besides, deep down, she really wanted this
night with Stone.
    She looked around, but the king-sized bed
took prominence in the room with its dark, flowered comforter
neatly covering it. Not heart-shaped as in her fantasies throughout
the day, but it would do. She noted the decorative touch of lengths
of black silk hanging from the end and center posts of the double
headboard to soften the harshness of the squared design of the
piece of furniture.
    While tempted to run across the room and jump
into the middle of the bed, she resisted because she didn’t want to
appear too eager to Stone. He seemed much too full of himself
anyway. The tension of doubt would make his apparent conquest all
the sweeter.
    Jule poured the pink champagne into two
flutes just as he emerged from the bathroom. She held hers to her
lips without taking a sip. Stone wore nothing but a black silk robe
and looked so desirable she thought she might drool into her
bubbly.
    His belt was tied, but it hung loose,
threatening to come undone any second. A mat of dark chest hair
peeked through the deep vee between the lapels.
    As he crossed the room toward her, he dropped
a towel on the bed. When he reached her, he picked up his glass and
started to take a drink, but stopped. He shifted his gaze from the
liquid to her. “How do I know you didn’t drug this?”
    Jule stared at him. She thought she had him
convinced she was a freewheeling chick looking for a good time. She
decided to play it cool and