Constant Craving

by Tori Carrington

• ISBN13: 9780373198627
• ISBN10: 0373198620
• Edition: Reprint
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-02-13
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Adam Grayson, undercover FBI agent extraordinaire, had never hated an assignment so much--or wanted a woman so badly. His new supervisor, Eva Burgess, had quickly become a prominent player in his favorite fantasy. Not that he had any chance with her--his cover as a geeky accountant pretty well shot down any possibilities there. Then she propositioned him.--Alone and expecting, Eva needed to find a husband--at least a temporary one. And with Adam she was certain she'd have no trouble ending the charade. But she hadn't expected Adam to be so compelling, so sexy--so male. Nor did she guess that she'd start to crave their moments together with a need that took her breath away.

Excerpts

God, that woman has a great pair of legs. The sort of legs that could bring a man to his knees just imagining them wrapped around his waist. Adam Grayson shifted the telephone receiver from his ear and leaned forward to stare through the crack in his door. Eva Burgess, the only person visible in the hall of Sheffert, Logan and Brace, Certified Public Accountants, was pouring hot water from the coffee machine into a hefty mug. Her dark hair was pulled back in an ever-present twist. The clean lines of her pale green business suit tried but failed to hide her tantalizing curves. But it was her legs, shapely and long and drop-dead sexy, despite her low-heeled shoes that were the stuff of which fantasies were made. Adam tugged at his collar. Had the air-conditioning buckled under the unusual September heat, or had his own cooling system gone on the fritz? Eva briefly met his gaze, little more than a flash of her eyes, before she quickly turned away. "Grayson, you still there?" Weckworth gruffly muttered as Adam pressed the receiver back to his ear. "Yeah, I'm here." Which was a damn shame. He'd much rather be drifting somewhere off the coast of Jamaica on his thirty-five-foot sailboat, Eva Burgess stretched out on deck, the hot, exotic sun melting away her truckload of inhibitions and tingeing her skin with color. Adam swiveled his chair around, away from the door and junior partner Eva Burgess. He rubbed his forehead, censuring himself for lusting after a woman who was supposed to be one of his superiors. Especially since a few days before she'd turned down his dinner invitation. Though his come-on had little to do with Eva's legs, and more to do with what she knew about her wily boss, her rejection had bothered Adam in a way that wasn't in the least professional. John Weckworth cursed in his ear. "You've been at that place too long. You're starting to act like an accountant. Did you even hear a word I said?" "Iaman accountant," Adam reminded John. "You may be a CPA, but you're no ordinary accountant, Grayson. You're one of the best field agents in the FBI Financial Crimes Unit. Big difference." Maybe.Adam stared at a boring sketch he'd inherited three weeks earlier from Oliver Pinney, his office's previous occupant. He lowered his voice to prevent anyone from overhearing. "Anyway, yes, I got what you said. You told me you can't justify keeping me on the job any longer." "Nada, nothing, zip. That's what three weeks of trying to nail Sheffert for tax evasion has gotten us. You're losing it, Grayson. Two years ago, you would have had Sheffert strung up by the shorts in a week." "Yeah, and two years ago I was infiltrating militia groups trying to figure out who was actually financing their adventures. Not some nickel-and-dime accounting firm whose senior partner happens to have a couple of criminal friends and knows how to hide his dirty laundry." "Don't forget, he also knows how to hide a body or two, that is, if Pinney's ever shows up," John said. "Now, you got anything on this guy, or should I pull you out?" Adam straightened his blue-and-red-striped tie, half of him wanting to tell Weckworth to shut down the entire operation. He'd had it with playing Adam Gardner, the socially challenged CPA. And he was especially tired of hiding behind a pair of geeky glasses and cheesy, off-therack business suits. Besides, the day marked the beginning of Labor Day weekend and Norman Sheffert was off to the Cape until Tuesday. Adam had already tapped out his sources at Dun & Bradstreet Corp. in New York, finding no trace of the usual a.k.a."s for any of Sheffert's clients, or hidden assets. And his use of the program NetMap on Sheffert's main computer had also failed to turn up any evidence of collusion and fraud. Still. Adam's muscles bunched and he rolled his shoulders, admitting that despite the drawbacks of the assignment, the blasted competitive side of