The Fugitive’s Sexy
Brother
By Annabeth
Leong
Emily Boysen is sick
of low-level bounty hunting jobs that don’t pay her rent, and sick to death of
her ex-boyfriend taking credit for her work. Ready to claim her due, she takes
on the quarry of a lifetime, the notorious Fernando Bonavita. But instead of the
fugitive, she captures his sexy younger brother, Javier.
Javier Bonavita never
wanted to know the truth about his older brother’s activities, instead
protecting him out of loyalty. When he uses his hacking skills to pose as
Fernando, he never expects to uncover crimes he can’t stomach. Beautiful Emily
has no idea how glad he is to be in her custody—as long as he’s her prisoner, he
doesn’t have to face his brother.
Passion flares between Emily and Javier, and
soon he’s putting the handcuffs on her.
Suspicion grows along with their feelings, though. A sinister plot centers
around Fernando, and untangling it will test their loyalties to the
limit.
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Javier’s smart phone
buzzed in his pocket. He paused his video game and glanced at the screen. The
vibration originated from the custom application he’d written to monitor the
motion sensors he’d set up around the perimeter of his brother Fernando’s house.
Returning his attention to his computer, Javier quit the game and pulled up a
view of the exterior cameras.
A girl was crawling
beneath Fernando’s hedge. Even with the cameras, Javier would never have seen
her if the motion sensor hadn’t pinpointed her exact position. She held her body
low, wore clothes that blended in perfectly with the hues of the yard’s
greenery, and moved slowly enough that she wouldn’t attract the casual
eye.
Game
time.
Plans and strategies
tumbled through Javier’s head, but he remained still for a moment, frozen by
discomfort. No jilted lover Javier could imagine would act this way, approaching
the house like a single-member SWAT team. He squinted at the grainy image of
her. He supposed she was a woman, not a girl, but she was a slip of a thing. Her
body seemed slight in comparison to the thick, tawny hair bound at the back of
her head. Skin only a shade lighter than the hair peeked out of the camouflage
clothes in a few places—Javier caught a glimpse of a light brown shoulder blade
and the back of a thigh. He remained glued to the screen, fascinated by her
strange grace. She didn’t seem like his brother’s type at all.
Javier cleared his
throat, struggling again with suspicions he didn’t want to acknowledge. But what
harm could it do to play along? That girl couldn’t hurt him, and more than
anything he wanted to repay Fernando for all the years he’d looked out for his
kid brother. It wouldn’t hurt to earn recognition as an adult in the process.
Maybe if he could gain Fernando’s trust he’d be rewarded with true explanations
instead of obvious fabrications like this one.
Javier glanced down at
his clothes. He should really be dressed as Fernando, but hadn’t had the
patience to wear suits when he didn’t have to. He frowned at the image on the
screen. He’d locked all the doors and the ground-floor windows were sealed and
made of shatter-resistant materials. He had a minute before he had to decide his
next step with the girl.
He went to the closet,
stripping off his T-shirt on the way and stepping out of his jeans. Fernando’s
clothes hung a little loose on him—their bodies were close, but the tailored
touches Fernando had added emphasized his thicker physique. Javier was slightly
taller and slightly leaner. He found a pair of dark-gray pants that fell far
enough down on the leg and looked okay in the mirror. Javier turned to the dress
shirts and found himself confronted with a dizzying array of fits and colors.
How did his brother deal with all this complication every morning? And why did
he care so much?
Javier shook his head at himself and reached for the nearest
one, only to freeze at the sound of Fernando’s upstairs bedroom window sliding open. Had the woman really climbed up
here in a matter of minutes? She hadn’t been carrying any
gear.
He shrugged on the
shirt and stepped out of the closet, still buttoning it. She stood just inside
the window, her stance wary and her eyes on the computer screen. Handcuffs and
restraints swung from the belt loops of army-green short-shorts. Her gaze
flicked toward him, her blue eyes large and bright against the sandy backdrop of
her face. She wore no makeup, but a generous scattering of freckles added plenty
of interesting color and shape to her features. A smile spread over Javier’s
face before he could think the situation through.
The interloper scowled
in response, producing a can of mace. “You think this is funny,
Bonavita?”
Javier held up his
hands quickly. He didn’t want to get sprayed. But he couldn’t back down
completely or the game would be up before it had even begun. He imitated the
cool confidence his brother always possessed. “You wanted to see me so badly you
couldn’t knock?”
Her frown deepened.
“You watched me approach the house on video monitors, and decided to…change your
clothes?”
“Couldn’t let you
think I didn’t care about our date.”
She glanced at the
monitors and shook her head, her lips forming the word “stupid.” Javier cocked
his head, but before he could ask she brandished the mace more fiercely. “Take
whatever weapons you’ve got and put them on the floor.”
“What you see is what
I’ve got.”
“Yeah, I’m going to
believe that.”
Javier shrugged. “If
you want to strip-search me, I won’t stop you.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Pig.”
“Then I guess we’re
going to stand here all day.”
The woman sighed and set down the can of mace. Javier’s body
relaxed, but before he had a chance to enjoy it he was on the floor, the woman
on top of him. She couldn’t have weighed much, but she knew how to make her
body heavy.
Her legs wrapped his thighs in an intimate hold that kept him immobilized, and
the blade of her forearm wedged under his chin threatened his
windpipe.
Javier gasped from the
shock of his back crashing to Fernando’s hardwood floor, but recovered as
quickly as he could. “Beds are much more comfortable.”
“In your dreams,
Bonavita.”
Moving with practiced
confidence, she rolled Javier onto his side without relaxing the strength of her
hold. She snapped a set of handcuffs around his wrists.
“Whoa, whoa. Baby,
let’s talk about this.”
“Very funny. Like you
don’t know why I’m here.” A light layer of sweat had appeared along her neck.
She smelled wild and powerful, like leaves, salt and sun. Javier knew he should
be more concerned about himself, but he couldn’t get his mind off the idea of
her lying on top of him for an entirely different reason.
She returned Javier to
his back, the position forcing his cuffed hands to dig in to his spine. He
curled up to remove the pressure, but a sharply placed knee to his chest forced
him back down and pinned him. “Woman, you are serious.”
“Are you just figuring
that out?” Her hands slid inside his shirt. For one delicious moment, Javier’s
eyelids fell shut and he shivered at her touch. She stopped moving and he opened
his eyes slowly to confront her solemn stare. “You are enjoying this way too
much,” she said.
If his hands had been
free, Javier would have tried to enjoy it a lot more. He’d forgotten how it felt
to roll around with a woman, forgotten the sensation of soft, warm flesh against
his own. Sure, the situation clearly meant serious trouble for Fernando, but
Fernando wasn’t here, was he? Javier felt wild and invincible. He grinned up at
the woman. “How could I not? Look at you.”
She glared, but her
cheeks turned rosy, bringing out a clearer view of her abundant freckles.
“Wonderful. The first man to be stunned by my good looks happens to be the most
dangerous quarry I’ve had in years.”
Bio:
Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves
shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new
e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes
are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs
at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her
next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora's Cave, Get Laid.
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