Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair Read Online Free PDF Page A

headboard with what
she’d earlier thought was a decorative cloth wound around the
carved wood.
    As he started binding her other wrist to the
center post of the wide headboard, Jule could only watch. The
thought of being tied up didn’t diminish her pleasure. She was
surprised to find being completely at his mercy excited her even
more. Stone could do anything he wanted to her, and she wondered
what sensual delights he had planned.
    Finally, the sexual haze he’d put her in
cleared enough that she knew she had to try to get free. She pulled
against the bindings, but they seemed to grow tighter with each
tug. Stone sat back, keeping most of his weight on his knees, his
glistening cock standing at a curved angle from its nest of dark,
coarse curls. He looked down at her and smiled wickedly. His dark
eyes sparkled as he waited for her to respond to her
incapacitation.
    Her legs still free, she could kick him, but
what would it gain her? If she put up a real fight, he’d be more
convinced than ever she had a nefarious purpose in following and
taking pics of him. Nefarious! From his point of view, her actions
would be seen as despicable, but she was the good guy, the one who
was supposed to help capture bad guys such as Stone. She had to get
a grip and remember who she was and what she was supposed to be
doing: protecting her cover so Interpol wouldn’t have to start all
over.
    Jule didn’t see how it could hurt for her to
thoroughly enjoy herself in the process, though.
    She supposed she should protest as he seemed
to be expecting it, but she’d rarely been this sexually charged in
her life. She gave it a try, although it was difficult to sound
outraged when she was having so much fun. “What do you think you’re
doing?”
    “You still haven’t answered my questions to
my satisfaction. I can’t decide if you’re an Interpol agent or a
diamond thief.”
    “And if I’m neither?”
    “If you’re neither, then my instinct is
really screwed up and you know more than you should now.” He winked
at her. “We can still fuck, but then I’ll have to—”
    He stopped abruptly and frowned, touching her
cheek, a tender rub with the back of his hand. He shook his head
and shrugged as if in apology for what he’d almost said. She felt a
small measure of comfort because he seemed to have limits even he
wouldn’t surpass.
    When he pulled back his hand, he hopped off
the bed in one smooth, athletic movement. What? He was going to
leave her like this , hanging between infernal torture and
eternal bliss? She pulled on the silk scarves again, but they held
fast.
    “Believe it or not, I was a boy scout,” Stone
called from across the room. “I know how to tie a knot. You can’t
escape.”
    He’d gone to the dresser and opened the
large, rectangular cardboard box, taking something out then closing
it again. She saw a flare of light before he stopped by the ice
bucket that held the ill-fated pink champagne. Then he returned to
stand beside the bed.
    In one hand, he held a cube of ice, and in
the other, a lighted candle. Fire and ice, agent and thief, man and
woman. Opposites attracting to their mutual destruction. Fire melts
ice into water, which extinguishes flame. Agent lured to the dark
side by thief, who is ultimately captured. Man and woman engaging
in sex to combust again and again.
    Jule shook her head. Her mind was babbling to
itself, which meant Stone had given her too much time without doing
something to her. A steady stream of nonsense didn’t do her any
good. The orgasmic buzz had waned and her pussy now lay dormant,
waiting for something, anything, to set off an eruption.
    “Hot or cold?” he asked as a drip of melted
wax slid down the side of the candle, the size of which was
somewhere between birthday candle and taper.
    Feeling adventuresome, she replied,
“Both.”
    “Hmmm,” he intoned as if puzzled by what to
do, but he seemed to decide quickly.
    Watching the candle, he stepped up on the
bed, straddled