Centerfold

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  A Totally Bound Publication

  Centerfold

  ISBN # 978-1-78430-393-8

  ©Copyright Kris Norris 2015

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright January 2015

  Edited by Faith Bicknell-Brown

  Totally Bound Publishing

  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 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Totally Bound Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 1.

  CENTERFOLD

  Kris Norris

  Lights. Camera…die.

  Detective Scarlet Reid has spent the past three months trying to make her alter ego, Ms. December, a ghost of Christmas past. Forced to become the sexy centerfold in a high-stakes undercover assignment, she’s spent more time pulling copies of her naked butt off the bulletin boards at the precinct than she has collaring criminals—and it’s far from over.

  A deadly agenda. A gruesome new case has revealed a disturbing trend—one that has placed Scarlet on a list of possible targets. With limited options, she’s going to have to resurrect Ms. December—and her old partnership—which means facing the one man who stole more than just a kiss.

  A love worth fighting for. Federal Agent Roman Kinkaid has some explaining to do. His final assignment with Scarlet changed him, and he’s been running from her ever since. But he’s ready to make things right—only he’s not alone. His partner and lover, Special Agent Aiden Cross, is just as invested and determined as Roman is to claim Scarlet as theirs. And they aren’t taking no for an answer, especially when their souls—and Scarlet’s life—are on the line.

  They have three weeks to catch the stalker before Scarlet’s time runs out and they lose their one chance at a happy ending.

  Dedication

  To Jess and Chris—partners in crime and fellow procrastinators. I love you ladies.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

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

  Remington: Remington Arms Company, LLC

  Styrofoam: The Dow Chemical Company

  The Smurfs: Studio Peyo, S.A.

  Glock: Glock Gesellschaft m.b.H.

  Superman: DC Comics

  Wonder Woman: DC Comics

  Thor: Marvel Characters, Inc.

  Chapter One

  Glade Manor—home of Spyce Magazine.

  “That’s it, Scarlet. Now cross your ankles…a bit more… Good. Hold still.”

  Detective Scarlet Reid tried not to breathe—afraid any movement would bare her breasts even more. The camera already had a full view of her ass as she posed on the fluffy white carpet, chin resting on bent fingers, feet crossed at the ankles. She didn’t need her nipples on center stage too. Not that she had much choice. What was supposed to be a two-day assignment with nothing more revealing than swimwear had quickly snowballed into a full-blown nude photo shoot. And unless she was willing to break her cover, her only option was to play along—pretend each click of the camera didn’t make her skin crawl.

  She looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the photographer. Her brown hair hung in long curls, the red Christmas hat tilted off to one side, and, other than the leather version of elf shoes laced up her feet, she was completely bare. She cringed inwardly. The guys at the station would never let her live this one down.

  “Nice, now push your chest out just a bit. We want men dying to see what your nipples look like, so give them just a hint.”

  The bastard’s voice was just a bit too eager, too raspy to be professional. She’d heard the other women talk about him—John Everett. How he had a penchant for touching the girls, whether they gave him permission or not. That he used his position to force himself on them. She sighed. Most of the women she’d met were young, naïve. Girls who had lost their way and were hoping this one magazine spread would be their ticket to fame. And if that came at a price, most seemed willing to chalk it up to the business.

  “Pinch them for me, sweetheart. I need them hard.”

  She hated the endearment, his voice making the word sound tainted. A dizzy feeling swirled through her head as she placed her fingers against her breasts, rolling her nipples until they puckered against her skin, the tips slightly reddened.

  “Much better. Now lift up just a bit…”

  She resumed her position, arching her back slightly, cringing when Everett hummed his approval. The sound sent a shiver racing down her spine, the unspoken innuendo making her stomach roil. A throaty huff rasped behind the creep, and she chanced a glance at her partner standing off to Everett’s left. Roman leaned against the wall, his dark eyes focused on her. He swept his gaze down her body, pausing where her nipples peaked. Heat danced along her skin when he locked his gaze on hers, the intensity in his stare more than unnerving. He’d never looked at her like that before.

  “Great work, Scarlet.” Everett straightened beside his camera, capping the lens. “If that doesn’t make grown men wish for their own Christmas angel, nothing will.”

  She feigned a smile but knew it didn’t reach her eyes. She accepted the robe he handed her. She pushed to her feet, ignoring the way he leered at her before she managed to wrap the soft terry around her, belting it at her waist.

  “You’re very beautiful, Ms. December. I’m glad Mr. Glade decided to shoot a teaser pose with all of next year’s centerfolds. Men will be aching to see your full spread.” Everett moved closer, drawing his finger along her arm, a flash of black ink on his wrist as he lingered a bit too long. “Perhaps you’d like to continue this shoot…in private?”

  Scarlet stepped back just as Roman grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck and threw him against the wall.

  “I thought I’d made it clear. Scarlet’s my lover.” He inched his face closer, ruffling the creep’s collar. “She’s not interested in playing with you.”

  The man laughed. “You know something, Roman? You keep claiming she’s yours, but I haven’t seen you so much as kiss her outside this room.” He pushed Roman back and smoothed the front of his sh
irt. “I’ve been watching you two. Sure, you go to all the games, but you don’t participate in any of them. Why, just this afternoon there was a pussy-eating contest.” Everett licked his lips as he shifted his gaze to her, his focus lingering on her crotch. “I don’t recall seeing her sweet little cunt up there on display, your head wedged between her thighs.” He turned back to Roman, a sneer spreading across his lips. “I’m starting to think maybe you two aren’t what you appear to be. There’re rumors the cops are trying to infiltrate events like this. Maybe—”

  “Do I look like a cop?” Scarlet moved in beside Roman. “Please, give me some credit. I learned early that when you’ve got breasts and an ass like mine, you don’t have to do more than wiggle them to make a living.” She wrapped her hands around her partner’s arm, easing into his embrace. “Roman’s just following my lead. I don’t mind posing nude, Mr. Everett, but I’m a bit shy when it comes to public displays.”

  Everett eyed her. “Shy?” He shook his head. “If you say so. But if you don’t want me to pass my suspicions along to Mr. Glade, you’re going to have to convince me.”

  Roman’s cock peaked against her at the man’s words, and she couldn’t halt a soft whimper from feathering across his shoulder. He bent down, brushing his lips along her neck, tasting the sweet spot behind her ear.

  He arched an eyebrow at Everett. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

  “There’s no one else here and this was my last shoot.” Everett waved at the bearskin rug. “If you want me to believe you’re her lover, then show me.” He patted his chest pocket. “I’ll even take you with me tonight to meet my supplier. I know you both want more of what’s been floating around.”

  Scarlet stilled. This was it. Their big break. Seven days on the damn job, and they were literally one fuck away from nailing this drug dealer and his mob supplier. But could she go through with it? Would Roman? She clenched her jaw, not sure how to answer, when Roman’s voice sounded above her.

  “So you want to watch?” He shrugged. “That’s cool. I’m sure Scarlet won’t mind one set of eyes watching her. But you’d better be serious about your meeting. That shit you’ve been trying to pass off as cocaine isn’t going to cut it.” He slid his hand down and cupped the curve of her ass. “My baby deserves the best.”

  Everett mumbled something back, but it got lost in the thrumming of her heart. Roman was going to do it—make love to her, right there on the damned floor of the studio. While another man watched! The world dipped a moment before she realized she was in Roman’s arms, moving over to the rug.

  She looked up at him, captivated by the erotic gleam in his eyes. He didn’t look upset… He looked like a hunter claiming his prize after a long, hard chase. And if his cock was any indication of his enthusiasm, she had a feeling he was in the mood to put on quite a show.

  “Roman…”

  “Easy, darling.” He lowered her to the rug, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I know this wasn’t how you envisioned me loving you tonight,” he began, his voice loud enough for Everett to hear. “But under the circumstances…” He motioned back to where the man had taken root in a chair. “Just close your eyes and feel everything I can do for you.”

  She tried to speak, but he caught her lips in a primal kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth like a man who’d dreamed the act a thousand times. He traced every hollow, every dip and curve, until his taste was all she knew. She moved with him when his fingers twirled through her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. His soft moan drew her back, his lips still touching hers, their breath mixing.

  “I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I’ve wanted you for a long time, and I don’t plan on wasting any opportunity I’m given.” He kept his voice low, the sound barely reaching her, as he kissed the soft shell of her ear, making her arch into him. “By the time I’m finished, no one in the room will doubt you’re mine.”

  Scarlet moaned as he slanted his lips over hers again, this kiss more demanding than the last. He didn’t taste her this time, he conquered, thrusting inside, devouring her mouth, eating her without mercy, without hesitation. Every flick of his tongue sent a pulse to her groin, heating her juices until they coated her pussy. Hell, if he didn’t stop soon, she just might come.

  Roman pulled back, swiping his tongue along her lower lip. “Damn, you’re beautiful—your lips all full and wet.” He drew a deep breath. “Smells like your other lips are the same.” He bent forward, placing a quick kiss on her nose. “Now, let me see your sexy body.”

  Scarlet snagged her lip as he pulled the edges of her robe apart, easing it over her shoulders until it pooled around her wrists. She skirted a look at Everett. He sat in the chair, brushing his cock through his jeans, his gaze focused on her breasts as Roman reached down and held one heavy mound in his hand.

  “God, I love your breasts.” He grazed his thumb over her hard nipple. “So big and firm. And your nipples… They’re so quick to respond.” He looked into her eyes. “You like it when I pinch them just a bit hard, don’t you?”

  She cried out as he tweaked one turgid bud, rolling it around then pulling it firmly away from her body. She couldn’t stop from arching into him, begging him to use his mouth. Roman smiled—his reply a heated breath across her skin.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m going to use my mouth.” He nodded toward her hands. “Now get rid of that robe and hold your breasts for me.”

  A shiver tingled along her spine. His voice was rough, dominant and edged with a tone she hadn’t heard before. Her nipples tightened further as she slipped the fabric off her wrists and placed her hands beneath her breasts, lifting them toward his face.

  “Very nice.”

  Shit, his praise shouldn’t make her body cream and her pulse race. She considered herself obnoxiously independent, her career choice a clear indication that she didn’t have issues speaking her mind or going after what she wanted. But just hearing that gravely tone wash over her fluttered her stomach until she knew she’d do anything just to have him praise her again.

  He leaned in, licking each one. “Like sweet, little strawberries.”

  He dipped his head down farther, this time taking her full nipple into his mouth. A moan vibrated through her chest as he drew on the hard bud, nipping at it then rolling it around his tongue. She reached for his head, needing to thread her fingers through his thick hair. Roman hummed, plucking her other nipple with his fingers.

  “It’s too bad you can’t have a taste, darling.” He repeated the caress, switching sides. “They’re absolutely delicious.”

  Scarlet tilted her head, brushing her hair against the curve of her ass as the hat teetered and slipped to the rug. She thought about tossing it aside, but that meant releasing Roman’s head, and she couldn’t seem to get her fingers to let go. He pulled back, lifting just enough to meet her gaze.

  “Lay back. I can smell your arousal and if I don’t get a taste of you soon, I might just die of thirst.”

  She moved with him, his hand braced against her chest, the other cradling her head. He fanned her hair across the rug as she settled onto the soft fur, still gripping his head.

  “Roman.” She forced herself to swallow, hoping to ease the dry rasp of her voice. “I’m a bit self-conscious of…”

  “Of what?” He circled one nipple with a single finger before looking behind him, smiling at the man now openly caressing his shaft. “Everett?” He flicked it off as if the man was nothing more than a fly as he returned his attention to her. “He’s just jealous I’m the one who gets to touch you. Hell, this is as close as he’ll ever get to having such a fine piece of ass.” He reached down and cupped one pearly cheek in his hand. “And you do have an incredible ass. One I’d love to play with. But first…”

  Roman trailed his finger up, drawing it through her narrow slit. He murmured his approval as he brought his drenched finger to his mouth, licking the moisture clean. “Like peaches and cream.” He made another pass, dipping deeper. “God, I can�
��t wait until you come all over my tongue.” He narrowed his eyes as he gazed at her bare sex. “Okay. Now I want you to open up nice and wide for me. I want our friend over there to see just what he’s missing. Every drop of your juice. Every pulse of your clit. I want him to know what a lucky man I am.” He hooked his thumbs along the inside of her knees and drew them apart. “Keep them like that, or I’ll be forced to punish you. And I’m sure that man would love nothing more than to see your pretty ass spanked.”

  Scarlet could only nod, shifting her gaze between Roman and Everett. The man was pumping his cock, making it weep with anticipation. Roman brushed her skin, and she skirted her eyes back to him. He eased away, giving Everett a better view of her pussy as he drew her inner lips apart and gazed at her clit.

  “So delicate. God, it amazes me how something so fragile brings you so much pleasure.” He swirled his finger around the tiny nub, drawing her hips forward. “You like it when I touch you there, don’t you? But I think you like it even more when I lick you.”

  The breath she’d been holding hissed free as Roman dipped his tongue into her sex, before curling it around her clit. Darkness threatened, her body so sensitized she had to will her release away. Too much. Too many sensations, and she couldn’t seem to stop the ascent.

  “Fuck, Scarlet. I’ve only just started eating you and already I can tell you’re close. Damn, you’re such a responsive little minx.” He lapped at her. “That’s it. Fight it. Wrap your fingers around my hair and make me work for my sweet prize.”

  Scarlet moaned, and when Roman growled in reply, she couldn’t stop another moan from rumbling free. God, he was good. Plunging his tongue deep inside her, then spreading the warm liquid around her clit. She lost track of time, of the man groaning in the background, as Roman slipped his finger inside, touching her deeper than any man ever had.