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Authors: Elizabeth Lapthorne

Passionate Immunity

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Passionate Immunity

ISBN # 978-1-78184-199-0

©Copyright Elizabeth Lapthorne 2012

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright December 2012

Edited by Sue Meadows

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

 

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Published in 2012 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

 

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The Agency

 

PASSIONATE IMMUNITY

 

 

Elizabeth Lapthorne

 

 

 

 

Book Three in The Agency Series

 

Kimber dreams of adventure

finding it when she’s asked to consult on a strange new case with Tristan

a member of The Agency.

 

Kimberly Melmoth has always dreamed of having a grand adventure, her life filled with excitement, danger and passion. When an old friend invites her to assist in an investigation looking into a project headed by a corrupt agent, she leaps at the opportunity. Sorting through mountains of paperwork doesn’t mesh with her idea of being a spy, but the electric attraction she feels to her new partner, Tristan Walters, certainly does.

 

The depth of the instant lust searing through his body takes Tristan completely by surprise. How can one petite woman with a head full of blonde curls overtake him so completely? Her grin can light up a room and her enthusiasm is infectious. His need to protect her at all costs is overwhelming, if only she’d listen to his words of caution!

 

As the case heats up, both between them and in the laboratory, what should have been a simple data review turns into something far deadlier. Tristan and Kimberly both realise that neither are immune when it comes to each other and the passion that burns between them.

 

 

 

 

 

Trademarks Acknowledgement

 

 

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

 

Taser: Taser International

 

Prologue

 

 

 

“… No, I know I can disarm this,” Taylor insisted as George leaned over her shoulder, his breath warm and sensual on the nape of her neck.

“We won’t have enough time, love. I think we should take our window here and run. Otherwise we’ll never make it.”

Taylor’s heart pounded, and not merely from the fear of their imminent death. A bead of sweat ran down the curve of her spine. Her pussy throbbed hungrily. Every inch of her skin tingled with the certain, deeply sexual knowledge that this man was her soul mate. She could feel the spark of electric awareness between them as his body pressed against hers. She’d been branded by him, and she wasn’t sure he even knew it.

In that heartbeat of time nothing else mattered. Not the devastating bomb she struggled to defuse, not the fact it went against every rule in the book—and a few others beside that—for them to be together. She loved this man heart, body and soul. The heat she read in George’s wild eyes proved he felt the same.

“We might make it,” she whispered, her meaning relating to the bomb as well as the serious turn to their initially light-hearted affair.

One more heartbeat lengthened between them as her mind flashed over every erotic, breathless moment they’d shared together. She could envision them so clearly, wrapped around each other’s body, offering everything, baring their very souls to one another that her breath froze in her lungs.

George nodded.

“We’ll make it,” he repeated with conviction. “Do your thing, love, I’m right here beside you.”

Heat flooded her body again as George wrapped an arm around her shoulder, drawing his chest flush against her side. She bent back to the task of saving the world—but just as importantly, saving the two of them so they could once again burn the sheets up together. In a single glance she assessed the bomb and knew exactly which wire to cut.

Turning her head, Taylor caught George’s gaze with her own piercing blue eyes.

“Shall we go for the money shot?” she teased.

Her heart pounded, her body sang with adrenaline as she flew high on the excitement of the moment. This was far from her first time cheating death and she knew one day Death would beat her out and that would be it. Today would not be that day.

George understood her excitement as few others could ever hope to. He grinned sexily at her, setting her clit and nipples to tingling unbearably. She wanted nothing more than to pounce on him, rip their clothes off and sink herself onto his thick, hard cock.

“Every shot is a money shot with you, darling,” George purred.

Taylor felt herself melt, her body humming for her lover in a desperate craving that never went away, no matter how frequently they satisfied their urges.

She reached her hand forward, the clippers held steadily as she placed them either side of the white wire and—

 

The sound of footsteps echoed down the deserted hallway. It took Kimberly Melmoth a couple of seconds to realise why this noise had dragged her reluctantly from her erotic thriller. Time had seeped away during her ’short mental break’ from the laboratory work she was supposed to be fully focused on.

Her tiny cubicle had been transformed in her mind to a dark corridor. She could almost feel George’s hard body pressed to hers and a large, complex bomb needing to be defused. Glancing at the clock at the bottom corner of her computer, she noticed with a twinge of guilt that almost half an hour had passed since she’d last checked.

The footsteps echoed. Apparently the laboratory had emptied while she’d been lost in the fictional world. Everyone had left for the evening. Her subconscious understood her vulnerability in being alone and had roused her from the addictive story. With her life going nowhere fast, books—erotic or otherwise—had become a solace. They allowed Kimber to lose herself in excitement and adventure, to passionately explore all manner of things she longed for.

Currently, her real life lacked anything not related to her work and…well…more work.

Kimber stuffed the paperback in her handbag and snapped her bottom desk drawer closed. Her heart raced as the footsteps paused outside the door to her shared office. People didn’t just drop by here. Not only was the lab protected by a security system, to anyone not used to the layout it was a labyrinth. Her ‘office’—the tiny shared space with three desks crammed side by side, with hardly enough room to push one’s chair back without hitting the wall, could hardly be called such a thing—was squashed in what used to be a side corridor joining two separate areas of the laboratories. It was not a simple or logical place to find anyone.

Kimber wondered if a visitor from earlier in the afternoon might have got lost and been attracted by the lights in her work area. She had only just placed her hand on the computer’s mouse to check her calendar and see if there’d been any dignitaries visiting when she felt the presence of the other person enter the open doorway.

Feeling equal parts flustered and caught out—a quick glance assured her the book was still packed away—she looked up. The man who filled the doorway was the large, dark-skinned form of her friend’s husband.

“Preston!” Kimber ran a hand through her hair. Usually she kept her shoulder-length, straw-blonde curls firmly restrained either in a ponytail or French braid, but she had taken it out due to a headache earlier.

Feeling somewhat conscious of the mess she must look, she retrieved an elastic band from around her wrist and pulled her hair back as she stood.

“Kimberly,” Preston greeted her warmly. “It’s been too long. Felicity keeps swearing to invite you over for tea, but you know how it is. She’s been involved in one convoluted project after another lately.”

Kimber opened her arms to hug the tall man. Surprise had her nodding, struggling for words. She looked around, expecting to see Felicity entering the tiny office behind Preston.

Confused when Felicity was nowhere to be seen, but not overly upset, Kimber pulled a chair out from a neighbouring cubicle.

“Please, sit. Can I get you some truly terrible coffee? Or some tea—I have bags in my desk drawer,” she offered.

Preston sat. “No, but thank you.”

She scooted her chair back so their legs wouldn’t bump, then sat.

“You don’t look upset,” Kimber continued, still trying to puzzle out Preston’s unexpected arrival. “I’m assuming everything is okay with Felicity and the girls? So to what do I owe this pleasure? I’m surprised to find you down here.”

Felicity Jones had been one of the resident tutors at Kimber’s university. The women had formed a close friendship during her final-year Biochemistry project. Although Kimber’s passions lay more in the virology field, she’d remained pragmatic. Jobs were scarce in that area and she had bills and a mortgage to pay. Kimber kept abreast of the recent developments in the field of biology, but had been grateful to not be one of the many newly-minted scientists who struggled to find work.

Preston had always kept quiet on what his job for the government entailed exactly, but Felicity had let enough hints drop that Kimber knew it was almost certainly even more adventurous than her daydreams could believe.

“I can’t go into too much detail,” Preston said as he rested his elbows on his thighs. “But in the course of an investigation I’ve come across some activity that needs further research. My main problem is it’s in the medical field—vaccine work. Immune responses and engineering diseases from what I can gather. As I’m sure you can believe, that is far outside the scope of my knowledge, especially as even the rudimentary data I’ve collected so far is well beyond my basic understanding. It’s complex and I’m totally out of my depth.”

As Preston spoke Kimber picked up a pen and pulled a notebook closer to hand. Old habits died hard and she had long ago learnt to take notes when someone gave her information. The general terms he used to explain, however, stopped her from writing anything just yet.

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