SIX PARAGRAPHS FROM RAIN IS A LOVE SONG
French counterterrorism agent Jean-Luc is working undercover as Marcus Blackstone. He's just showered and is wearing nothing but water drops and a towel.
Room Service Scene...
“This is Marcus Blackstone in room three-oh-nine. I ordered condoms, but you didn’t deliver enough. I need more than what you left in my room.” He ran a hand over his hard chest. “How many?” His gaze swept to Gwen. “At least three times as many as you just brought.” He stopped talking and watched her. “Make that four times as many.”
“This is maple flavoring, I think.” Swirling her tongue across the top of the pastry to capture more of the sweet chocolate, Gwen moaned. “This is the richest chocolate I think I’ve ever eaten.” Jean-Luc’s attention was locked onto her mouth.
His eyes narrowed and the towel wiggled. “Send me five. Five times as many.” His voice cracked like a pubescent boy.
She untied the belt to her robe and ran a hand over her bare skin. When a dollop of cream accidently dripped onto her breast, he groaned. The towel tented.
Men. They really were so easy.
“Gwen, so help me God.” He turned and yelled into the phone, “Bring them all. You heard me. Every freakin’ condom you’ve got. Hurry, damn it!”