Undercover Lover

(Erotically Yours 4)

Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, MF, HEA

Carly Smith had given up on ever finding a man who could fulfill the fantasies that her last boyfriend had found silly and unbecoming.

The sudden appearance of Rick Swan changed everything.

A man with fantasies of his own who took her into a world of play and erotic pleasure.

Unknown danger surrounded them, and when a man dressed in black rescued her, she found herself comparing him to Rick.

Rick was a computer geek who traveled to help those who needed him, his work highly classified.

Horrified that she’d been kidnapped, he taught her what she needed to know how to protect herself.

With Rick out of town for work, Carly once again found herself in danger, but this time she was ready.

She escaped the immediate danger, but found herself in the position of needing to be rescued once again.

The man in black appeared again, but this time removed his mask, revealing features she knew all too well.


Dressed all in black, Rick slipped out the back door, keeping to the shadows as he made his way around the house, listening to the other men bragging about their conquests.

Every house around him, except the one he’d been watching, had been dark for more than an hour.

Pushing thoughts of the sexy blonde out of his mind, he crossed the yard to the tree in the middle of the yard, noting the two agency cars parked down the street on either side.

Although the bright streetlights made it harder to stay in the shadows, he stayed low and moved silently across the street to the back of the gunrunners’ van.

Scanning the area, he drew a tracking device from his pocket and reached under the van to put it into place.

Once he finished, he started back across the street, making it to the tree just as the four men he had under surveillance poured out the front door.

Stiffening, he watched them stagger toward the blonde’s house next door, his chest tightening as several scenarios played out in his head.

Irritated at the thought that she might be involved with them in some way, he watched in disbelief as they stood in front of her flowerbed and unzipped their pants.

He didn’t find it hard to believe that Chenkoff’s men could be that stupid, but glancing up at the window, he stiffened again when he saw something that made no sense at first.

When he realized what it was, he stiffened again with the urge to turn her over his knee.

The low illumination reflecting onto her face told him that while they pissed on her flowers, she stood there videotaping them.

The gunrunners Chenkoff hired had already proven themselves to be stupid, but Chenkoff didn’t hire people for their brains.

He hired them because they were violent and were willing to kill or torture on his orders.

Rick couldn’t bear to think about what the four men would do if they caught the blonde videotaping them and held his breath as they finished and rezipped their pants, his hopes that they would continue on dashed when one of them looked up at the window.

“Hey! That fucking bitch is taping us!”

Rick barely bit back a groan when the sexy vixen threw open the front door and stormed out, her bare legs visible beneath the short robe.

“Yeah! I recorded you pissing on my flowers! Again! Don’t you have a bathroom over there?”

Rick had already tucked his earpiece away, covered the gun at his waistband with his sweater, and crossed to the sidewalk in front of her house by the time she’d finished, using the distraction to get closer to her.

“Give me that phone, you fucking bitch!”

One of the men leapt forward, but Rick was faster, pressing his leg against the back of the other man’s knees as he reached for the long-legged blonde standing on the top step.

Rick ignored the drunken man he’d knocked down, hiding a smile at the other man’s groan when he hit his face against the top step. “I warned you what would happen the next time I saw you with another man.”

The blonde blinked, her jaw dropping. “What?”

Before she could say something to put herself in even more danger, he covered her mouth with his, immediately deepening his kiss while remaining alert to the four gunrunners staring up at them.

Alert for a threat from Chenkoff’s men, Rick hadn’t anticipated the danger wrapped in his arms.

She met his kiss with resistance and then a passion he didn’t expect, her soft body pliable and warm against his.

The scent of her filled his senses, momentarily distracting him when he couldn’t afford to be distracted.

To punish her for making him lose his head, however briefly, and giving him the control he needed, he slid the hand hidden from view higher, using his thumb to caress her beaded nipple.

Her soft moan went straight to his cock, and irritated that the four men heard her soft moan of pleasure, he lifted his head, keeping her body between hers and theirs.

He turned her and slapped her ass. “Get inside. You and I have some things to discuss.”

She gasped but went inside, slamming the door behind her. “I’m calling the cops.”

Turning, he faced Chenkoff’s men, unsurprised when the one who appeared to be the leader pulled out a gun.

Pushing his straggling and dirty hair out of his face, the gunrunner pointed the gun at Rick’s chest. “Get out of my way. I want that phone.”

Rick smiled faintly at the thought of dealing with the other man in the near future, ready to pull his own gun. “Put that away before I shoot you with it. Don’t try my patience. I have a woman to deal with, and if you were smart, you’d go back to whatever rock you crawled out from. I want to deal with her before she has a chance to call the cops because then I’ll have to wait.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Waiting to discipline my woman pisses me off.”

The gunrunner blinked his surprise at Rick’s claim, and seemed to understand and respect Rick’s need to deal with his woman. The other man grinned, nodding in agreement. “I can understand that. Good luck, man. Smackin’ ’em around is the only way to deal with some of these broads. The only reason we pissed on her flowers is because she gave us shit the other day for throwing our trash out with hers.”

His smile fell, and tucking his gun away, he inclined his head toward the house. “Tell her if she calls the cops, we’ll rip her flowers out and give her a beatin’ she won’t forget.”