Excerpt from Frisk Me
“How long are we going to pretend that we don’t want to be in bed right now?”
Ava gave a strangled laugh. “Clearly you don’t understand the art of interviewing. It’s all about finesse.”
Unable to stop himself, Luc traced an index finger along the sharp line of her jaw. “Guess you shouldn’t have flirted with a cop then, lady. No such thing as an interview in my line of work.”
“Nope.” He moved in closer, shifting so that his upper body leaned into hers. “We start with interrogations.”
“And then?” Her voice was flirty and light, but her eyes were pure heat.
His gaze dropped to his hand, which had found its way to her knee somehow. “Depends. If the cop’s skilled at interrogation, things generally progress to handcuffs…and other things. If the cop’s unsuccessful…”
Luc broke off and shrugged.
Ava looked at him over the top of her wineglass. “Which one are you? The skilled interrogator or the other?”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear. “Whether or not you like handcuffs.”