Authors: Lucinda Carrington
Tags: #Fiction, #Erotica
A Dangerous Game
"I can handle Nicolas," said Jacey.
"That's what plenty of other women have said," Carmen warned her.
Maybe they have, Jacey thought.
But I have an advantage over them.
their case Nicolas Shiemann was using them.
In my case, I'm using
I'll use his knowledge, and his body.
And I'm going to enjoy every
minute of it!
Doctor Jacey Muldaire knows what she wants from the men in her life:
good sex and no strings.
And it looks like she's going to get plenty
of it while working in an elite private hospital in
However, Jacey is not all she pretends to be.
A woman of many guises,
her first loyalty lies with British Intelligence.
And her femme fatale
persona gives her access to places that other spies can't get to.
The men she's got her eye on, dictators and charismatic rebel
leaders, do not know that while playing along with their sexual
games, she's forcing them to play hers.
Every day is full of risk and
adventure, and everyone is playing a dangerous game.
By the best-selling author of The 90 Days of Genevive,
THE PUBLISHERS RECOMMEND THAT THIS BOOK SHOULD BE SOLD TO ADULTS ONLY
Cover design: Staffer-Anderson Cover photograph: Steve Diet Goedde
Black Lace is an imprint of Virgin Publishing Ltd.
A Dangerous Game
Jacey surveyed her reflection in the mirror.
You look like a tart, she
thought, amused at her image.
She knew this was exactly what Nicolas
In this game he wanted a woman who would do as she was told.
I'll act the part for him, she thought.
something Nicolas did not suspect.
She was playing games too with him.
But her game was no fantasy and in it she was the one in control.
By the same author:
THE NINETY DAYS OF GENEVIEVE.
A DANGEROUS LADY.
THE MASTER OF SHILDEN.
A Dangerous Game
Black Lace novels are sexual fantasies.
In real life, make sure you
practise safe sex.
First published in 1999 by Black Lace Thames Wharf Studios, Rainville
W6 9HA Copyright Lucinda Carrington 1999 Reprinted 1999
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and Patents Act 1998
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ISBN 0 352 33432 0
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Jacey Muldaire could see Anton lying on the bed, a sheet twisted
loosely round his knees.
His cock was limp now, but still an
It gave her a thrill of pleasure to look at him,
half-naked, and asleep.
He was always sleepy after making love.
She sighed, knotted the sash of her black silk kimono, and switched on
Anton O'Rhiann, she thought.
French mother, Irish
an explosively gorgeous combination.
A body like an athlete and dark
eyes that could melt steel.
Most of the nurses were drooling over him,
envying anyone who was able to get close to him, and certainly envying
And I didn't even try to hook him, she remembered.
If he hadn't
questioned me when we were doing the ward rounds, I probably wouldn't
have even noticed him.
Then she smiled.
Well, maybe that's not quite
true, she thought.
I would have noticed him, but I wouldn't have
He did all the chasing.
And I did warn him.
him I wasn't into permanent relationships.
He didn't believe me then,
and he doesn't believe me now.
Neither does anyone else.
see why I don't grab him with both hands while I've got the chance.
The water boiled and the kettle switched off.
She took two red mugs
from the cupboard and glanced through the open door again.
shifted lazily, turning on his side, displaying his neatly rounded
He's attractive in bed, and out, she admitted to herself.
He always gives me an orgasm.
And if we run out of small talk we can
always discuss work!
She knew that gossip at the hospital had already decided they were a
The nurses were probably taking bets on when she would
announce her engagement, and Anton's friends were deciding what kind of
embarrassing tricks to play on him on his stag night.
understand, she thought.
And Anton doesn't understand either.
knew that he was hurt by her constant refusal to consider any kind of
He felt it was an insult to him.
"You can carry on working," he had often told her.
"I'm not suggesting you give up your career, for God's sake.
I'm proud of you, Dr.
Beauty and brains; it's a very sexy
He often told her she was beautiful.
She glanced at him again.
eyes were closed and his breathing was steady.
He had been on duty
before coming to see her.
It seemed a shame to wake him when he was so
tired, just to give him a mug of coffee.
She left the mugs on the
table and walked over to her full-length mirror.
Beauty and brains?
Well, I made it through university without too much trouble, she mused.
She had never considered herself beautiful.
She liked the
deep burnished red of her hair, a colour you could never find from a
hair-dye, but although she knew she had good cheekbones, she thought
her face too square and her lips too full to be described as
Striking perhaps, she conceded.
She had a dancer's legs, long and
slim, and a dancer's supple grace.
Her breasts were OK; not huge, but
at least visible.
She had never liked her bottom, and she thought her
hips were too narrow.
It was then that she heard a soft wolf-whistle
behind her and turned.
Anton was sitting up in bed.
"I thought you were asleep," she said.
"All good doctors sleep with one eye open," he said.
You know you're gorgeous."
She twisted to look over her shoulder.
"My bottom's too small, and it looks like a man's."
"No one's ever going to mistake you for a man."
"I played Romeo in a school play," she said.
"I was very convincing.
I got good reviews."
"And how old were you?"
You wouldn't fool anyone now.
You're all woman."
patted the bed.
"Lie down and enjoy it."
She gave a theatrical gasp of surprise.
Your powers of recovery are remarkable, sir."
"With you to inspire me I could be a six-times-a-night man."
glanced down at his now semi-erect cock.
Just thinking about you is making me hard.
Come and use that
lovely mouth on me and inspire me a little bit more."
She shook her head and backed away.
I'm going to make coffee."
When she reached the kitchen she glanced back and saw that Anton had
stretched out on the bed again, his eyes closed.
She smiled and went
into the living room, where most of Anton's clothes were scattered.
She picked up his denims and tugged them on, surprised to find that
they were quite a good fit.
His soft, leather bomber jacket was too
large but it disguised her breasts.
She dragged her hair back as
severely as she could and pushed the pony tail under the jacket collar.
Then she found an old baseball cap which someone had given her one day
when it was raining.
She pulled it on, walked back into the bed room
and shook Anton roughly.
"Wake up, big boy," she growled.
"Fancy some action?"
She saw the bemused expression on his face as he opened his eyes.
was momentary but it satisfied her.
She pirouetted in front of him.
"And I wasn't really trying.
Think how much better I'd look in a man's
He grinned lazily.
"I've seen pictures of Marlene Dietrich in a suit.
She looked very sexy.
But she didn't look remotely like a man.
you wouldn't, either."
Jacey struck a camp pose, one hand on her hip.
"Well, handsome, d'you want me or not?"
He caught her wrist and pulled her down on the bed.
"I don't know," he said.
"I'll have to inspect what you're offering."
He deftly unzipped the
jeans and slipped his hand inside to discover that she wasn't wearing
panties, and that she was wet and aroused.
His fingers explored her.
"Well now, young man," he murmured.
"Something seems to be missing here."
"There's nothing missing," she teased back.
"Every thing's there.
It's just a question of size."
He captured her clitoris and tugged it gently.
"You mean you think you can satisfy me with this?"
She leant back on the bed and opened the leather bomber jacket.