I’m away at Bouchercon, the mystery & crime writers conference, so here’s a teaser from my forthcoming Chastity Flame novel A Cut-Throat Business which I’m promoting there along with my noir titles.
Chastity groaned and collapsed on the bed. “You’re spoiling me.”
Damien threw himself down beside her and chuckled. “That’s my intention.” They had not got out of bed for more than a quick trip to the door for takeaway since the day before, and even with the windows open all you could smell was the rich scent of pleasure emanating from the tangle of linen enfolding them.
“Now that my fiendish plan has been revealed, Miss Twelfty Flame, I’m afraid I am going to have to kill you. Let me explain the intricacies of my evil plan while I stroke my little kitty cat.”
Chastity squealed as he tried to slip his hand between her thighs again, tickling her tender skin. “Naughty man. I have to go wee.” She hopped out of bed and padded to the loo, smiling like a loon. Funny how easily that came to her lately.
“Have a wee?” Damien called from the bedroom. “Our government’s most highly trained super secret-except-when-she’s-not agent says, ‘I’m going to have a wee’? Oh, no no no. This cannot be. My image of the sexy life of undercover agents has been imploded.”
Chastity laughed as she took stock of her bed head in the mirror. “And you, Mr Former Agent? Are you always as tough talking as a film gangster? I seem to recall you awwing over a puppy just yesterday morning. Would James Bond chuck a pug under the chin?”
“It was an English Springer Spaniel, it was no pug,” Damien said, indignant. “Learn your dog breeds, missy.”
So this is what it’s like, Chastity thought. I could get used to it, this happiness thing. There was a part of her that resisted happiness yet, waiting for an explosion of some kind. Literally, she realised, thinking of Adele’s near-demise. A shudder went through her, but it helped to remember that Damien’s sister was fine, in fact she was off living the high life in Manhattan right about now. “What shall we do today? We need to visit the outside world from time to time.”
“Must we?” Damien looked up as she came back into the bedroom and his eyes drank her in with evident delight. “Damn, but you’re beautiful, Twelfty.”
Chastity had been told by many people how beautiful she was over the years, but somehow it meant so much more when accompanied by his silly nickname for her. “You’re a lovely man, too, my sweet.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, but when he tried to pull her back down beside him, she resisted. “But we need to get out and walk around, stretch our legs. As delightful a workout as this has been, I feel my muscles atrophying.”
Damien sighed with exaggerated theatricality. “All right. Let’s wander over to the museum and see the Egyptian statues, and we can have lunch at the Museum Tavern or one of those little cafes around there.”
“That sounds good.” Chastity leaned over to kiss him.
“And if we feel the urge, we won’t be too far away to run back here.”