Secret Agent Secretary. Melissa Cutler

touched the tip of his tongue to her lip, and the moment her tongue found it, flicking against it, a jolt of arousal ripped through him. Oh, yeah, this was the best idea he’d had all night. He could’ve stayed there until morning dawned, but the city was crawling with hostiles who wanted nothing more than to destroy him—and now Avery, too. He couldn’t afford to take his eye off the game, not even to puzzle out the secrets of the charming, beautiful woman in his arms.

      He ended the kiss, then looked down at her dazed eyes and moist, parted lips, and had to hold himself back from sampling her again. “Happy New Year, Avery.”

      She blinked slowly, as if awakening. “Happy New Year, Ryan.”

      He smoothed his hand over her bare back under his suit jacket, hungry for the feel of her flesh. “I’m back to being Ryan again?”

      “It’s a lady’s prerogative.”

      He caressed her lower lip with his thumb, and the grin that had been threatening to break out did exactly that. “How about we get out of here?”