Dirty Adventures In Bed

g. The blonde led her through the door at the end of

of the music's throb. The floor beneath them still shook. T

light over the white sheets. Hardwood floors gleamed cherry beneath her feet. Soft beige walls accented flowin

with a stripper pole in the middle

had wondered... "I had no idea

lyssa. "It's peaceful. C'mon, le

bathrobe, Alyssa was unbuttoning Morgan

reached next for Morgan's purse and subdued floral-print T-shirt. Before she could

me to a bathroo

acy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone...and Mo

ifting one in her hand to test its

herself like a self-conscious seventh gra

4C." Another glance over the rest of her body,

id you

ness. Strip out of everyt

ike she took her clothes off every day in front of people she'd never met. Well, Alyssa probably did, so it probably didn't faze her in th

edge of the bed. She looked around for a robe or spare blanket. A towel-anything to cover herself. Nothi

hong. With her teeth, she ripped the tags off, slipped a pa

s adjoining bathroom. Grateful for the reprieve from the woman's keen gaze, Morgan wrigg

ed boots. In the doorway, the blonde paused, waiting. Morgan pretended not to notice her. I

hat you gotta do. They're like an instant boob job.

an realized that was likely true. She had no

t hadn't been raised that way. She had been nearly twenty-one before she'd worked up the nerve to masturbate. After all, with a born-again mother who'd sent her to an all-g

of them. The bra was slung low on wire-thin straps. A slash of black lace barely covered each of her

ive you a piece of advice: Don't show Jack your ti

hroom. Morgan stared at the woman's slender back

for a fact, based on Reggie's extensive research, Jack wasn't gay. Given those facts, it seemed logical that he an

life as being somewhat surreal, and landed in Cajun country,

breasts," she said, adjusting

en bucks says he

iewing Jack for my show. And then, when the

But Jack Cole is a breast man

turned and lifted a makeup case off the counter. Setting the case aside,

r you?" Morgan coul

e caused by mere sleep. Morgan wondered if Jack had been

ck you?" She shrugg

oing to happen between us. I have no in

th good intentions," Alyssa s

fusion and reply, the blonde switched to

d and took the straw hat an

from missing so much sleep. Next came the bright rosy blush, the siren-red lipstick painted on thickly with a brush. Dark eyeliner and eyeshadow was applied in a quick blur

e bathroom before the mirror, Morgan only recogn

k to notice whether you're me or not. But just in case they're not, the

stilled them. If dressing like a stripper kept her alive, well...sh

orks," Morg

hair pinned up

n lifted her fingers

ou'll have to wear one, but to pas

scomfort was a small pr

e you leave. He won't let you set foot outside until he's convin

Jack was gorgeous, and the fact he was a dominant man o

e was just tired. Lord knew she was stressed. She would not be having sex

. Had the shooter managed to follow her here? She cut her gaz

ckward baseball cap, and a false moustache. Those few external changes made him l

two doing in here, ha

get back to business," Alyssa said with a smile, then kissed

leaving Morgan

l smile spread across his mouth. That look made her stomach clench. Quickly realizing she wore

for the white satin sheet draped off

ed in her ear, his voice inflected with

off warmed skin she hadn't realized was chilled. Despite his heat, goose bumps multiplied their w

f the good guys, but at the mome

ou in here whil

upervise. We aren't leaving here until

clothes since I was three.

drunk on hurricanes and sex. People are used to seeing me touch her. Often

blanketed her bare midriff, his heat seepi

en I touch you. You do that in public,

l power that drew her. Her stomach flipped when he spoke. Her breasts swelled. She felt jumpy, unsettled, when he

t budge-or

"There must be another way out

ce, cher, without your stalker recognizing you through your

tomach started in

ouch her out in public, where complete strangers would see. Instan

ies shouldn't be arousing her. Having such fantasies was one thing. Living them

dling her breast between his thumb a

stop him. "I don't believe you. You don't need t

hand. "Less than an hour with me, an