Undercover Heat

by Tami Lund

  Kennedy’s eyes shot open, and she blinked dazedly as he sat on his haunches and contorted his body, struggling to reach something in the pants that were twisted around his knees.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, confused.

  “Damn it,” Jack muttered. He finally managed to pull his wallet out of his pants. “I can’t believe I almost forgot to use protection. Shit. I never do that.”

  Kennedy lay back against the seat and breathed a sigh of relief. She watched him struggle to open the condom package, and then attempt to sheath his erection. His hands shook so badly, he couldn’t seem to get it right. It was oddly thrilling.

  She finally took pity on him. “Our half hour is running out.” She pushed his hands away and quickly and efficiently rolled the condom over his erection. He closed his eyes and let her do it, making a noise of desire deep in his throat.

  “Okay,” she said, and she opened her arms. “Come here.”

  “Anything you say, babe.” He moved over her, positioned his erection, and thrust again. “Yeah,” he grunted as he pulled out and thrust again. And again. And again.

  “Oh God.” She began the chant; her insides began to coil round and round, tighter and tighter, in a paradox of pleasure combined with the edge of pain. She arched against him, dropped her hands to grab his butt, and pulled him more tightly against her.

  He responded by thrusting harder and faster, grunting between kisses. “Come on, baby,” he crooned. “Come with me. Come on.”

  “Yes!”

  She exploded. Jack let out a yell of his own as he chased her over the edge, filling the condom before collapsing on top of her.

  “I don’t think I can move,” he muttered a few moments later.

  “I hope that changes quickly, because I can’t breathe.”

  Jack shifted onto his side, taking Kennedy with him so that they faced one another on the seat.

  “You okay?” he asked as he let his hand wander, smoothing over the dress that still covered half her body.

  She smiled. Her smile wasn’t wobbly anymore. Amazing what great sex could do for a woman. “Quite. This is a little embarrassing to admit, but it’s been a while.”

  He rolled his hips. “Give me a few minutes, and I bet I can manage another go-round.”

  The limo lurched to a stop. She struggled into a seated position as she frantically began pulling herself together. Jack used a napkin to dispose of the used condom, and then tugged his pants over his hips and tucked his shirt into the waistband. The driver knocked on the window, and Jack pressed the button to roll it down just enough to let the man know they would be out in a moment.

  “This is so embarrassing,” she moaned while Jack helped her adjust her dress.

  “You’re embarrassed that you just had sex with me?”

  “I’m embarrassed that he knows we just had sex.” She jabbed her thumb at the door.

  “Relax, babe. He sees this stuff all the time.”

  He did not give her a chance to respond. He pushed open the door, climbed out, and then bent and helped her out of the limo. Kennedy turned to look at her reflection in the mirrored windows.

  “I look terrible.”

  “You look hot.”

  “I look like I just had sex.”

  “Which is hot.”

  She rolled her eyes and tried to fix her hair. In contrast, Jack simply ran a hand through his and apparently considered himself good to go. She focused on her own disheveled locks again.

  “I don’t think I can go back into the reception,” she protested.

  He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost over anyway. Want the limo to take you back to the hotel?”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Go inside and let Sabrina and your parents know that you left, so they won’t worry.”

  The gesture was curiously endearing. “Thanks. Really. I mean, thanks. That was … great.”

  He leaned into her, tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear, and brushed a kiss over her lips. “You’re right. It was great.”

  And then he was gone, striding across the parking lot toward the reception hall. Without looking the driver in the eye, Kennedy asked him to take her to the hotel, and then climbed back into the limo. She sank into the seat and blew out another deep breath.

  Oh my God, she’d just had sex with renowned playboy Jack Boudreaux.

  And she’d liked it. A lot.

  Praise for Naked Truth:

  “Readers will like [Jack and Kennedy] as a couple because they spark right away...and fans of murder mysteries will enjoy. Four Stars!”—RT BookReviews

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