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Short Contemporary Erotica
Rating: Graphic Sexual Content/Graphic Language
When Layla Swann signs onto a case to catch an antiquities thief in Greece, she has no idea that she's in for the three nights of her life! Her new boss, sexy Irishman Kevin Conlin, may only need Layla to pose as his lover, but Layla has other ideas. Kevin Conlin can't believe his poor choice of agents. Layla is everything he's longed for in a woman, but she's completely off limits. Three nights alone in a romantic setting isn't helping either calm their intense desires. When they finally give in to their passion, a bullet cuts their romance short…and their only chance for real happiness...
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"Layla."
She looked at him, her gaze locking onto his. So close. What's that perfume? Kevin took in a deep breath and stared at her lips, a glossy, shimmering red, impossibly full.
Layla shifted uncomfortably as the flight attendants announced their imminent arrival in Athens. Kevin kept staring and moved even closer.
"What…what are you doing?" She sounded breathless.
"I'm going to leave the 'when' up to you," he whispered, "but it's going to happen sooner or later. As we discussed, you aren't required to have sex with anyone on this job, but you will have to be a convincing girlfriend. Girlfriends and boyfriends kiss, hold hands, make out, touch, fight. Kiss," he repeated, keeping his gaze on her lips.
Layla parted her lips and licked them in nervousness. The sight of her tongue on her lips shot through him like electricity. "I understand that, Kevin. I think I can manage to kiss you for a hundred grand."
"When we kiss in front of Ardros, it can't look like a first kiss—we're supposed to be lovers. Very ardent lovers. The man is observant. He'll spot a fake a mile away—he's in the business of spotting fakes."
"Your point?" Her mouth quivered as she looked at his. Inches away.
"We can practice now, or we can practice later. But before he meets us, we will practice."
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