Night Undone

Agent Night Cover Me Series

by K. S. Brooks

Former Special Agent Kathrin Night is not adjusting to civilian life. More than a year after her career-ending injury, she still can’t get the hang of it. This is wearing thin on her lover, Russian FSB Agent Aleksey Khovechkin, who tricks Kathrin into seeing a psychiatrist specializing in post-military/espionage patients.

The therapy doesn’t go exactly as Aleksey hopes, but before he can react, Russia recalls him to make him an offer he can’t refuse. Before his departure, Aleksey reveals his deepest, darkest secret to Kathrin. Had he, in fact, used her to escape his duties in Russia, or was his allegiance to her?

Determined to see justice served, Kathrin hatches a scheme to help Aleksey while at the same time reviving her career in espionage. The Vancouver Winter Olympics could be the perfect venue for her plan, but can she pull it off without destroying their relationship, causing an international incident, or getting either of them killed?

ISBN 978-1-61386-007-6 Action Adventure, Espionage



CHAPTER 1

Kathrin was awakened by the warmth of Aleksey’s mouth on her pelvis. His hand cradled her right buttock, pulling her toned body against his face. He alternated kisses with the gentle gnawing of her firm abdomen. She smiled at his passionate and insatiable desire.

Three times that night he’d initiated carnal activity. For months they’d been sharing the pleasures of the flesh, but never like this. She thought, perhaps, it was because it was their first night in the new house. Maybe shacking up for real was a big turn-on for him. Whatever the reason, she enjoyed the results. She arched her back to welcome his seduction.

An hour later, she awoke to her own musings. She found it ironic that within a six month period, her Russian bodyguard had gone from refusing to even speak to her to living under the same roof with her as her partner. A loner most of her life, Kathrin didn’t think this could ever happen to her. But it had: the man sent to protect her had fallen for her, and left behind his career as an agent with the Russian Federal Security Service to remain in her life. Kathrin was somewhat surprised that her unintentional luring of Agent Aleksey Vladimirovich Khovechkin out of active service hadn’t received more attention. Russia’s top FSB agent, pairing up with the world’s former leading anti-terrorist agent: she had been certain it would have made waves in the intelligence community. But so far, the only one who seemed to care was Aleksey’s boss, Yuri. And Yuri was not happy.

Aleksey had completely surprised her the afternoon he proposed they become partners in a private security consulting business. That was over three months ago, yet since then, whenever the subject came up, he always managed to veer the conversation towards what he felt was the gating factor: the company name. He wanted, of course, for his name to go first, and Kathrin, of course, wanted hers. They had agreed to try to find something that incorporated both in a clever, catchy way, regardless of order, but had so far been unsuccessful.

Aleksey slept to her left. Listening to his restful breathing soothed her. It was a luxury to feel safe, like someone had her back. She knew she could rely on him in any situation, and that he was more than capable of protecting them both. Of course, so was she; Kathrin had apprehended, and killed, many terrorists during her lengthy tenure as an operative.

So when the Russian Minister of Defense, whose life she had saved a few years earlier, sent Aleksey to protect her after her career-ending injury, she felt it was completely unnecessary.

Aleksey agreed, but for different reasons. He felt insulted, even humiliated, that an agent of his caliber would be used to babysit an ‘American cripple’ as he had called her to her face the day they met.

She recalled his striking good looks and intensity the first time she laid eyes on him at the airport. Physically, he was of good, hearty, Russian stock, with broad shoulders, a distinct brow and a strong jaw.

Memories of his warmth and touch filled her senses. She closed her eyes and imagined his mouth on her throat. He was powerful, and passionate, and knew how to send chills up the entire length of her body. There he was: all sculpted six-foot-three of him, completely naked, lying beside her in the dark. His chiseled body was solid as a rock, especially his thighs. Kathrin was pleased with his excellent physique, intellect, and even temper; technically, he was the perfect partner. He was well-disciplined and analytical, as well as quick-witted and strong-willed. Like her, he never considered failure to be an option in anything. He truly was a complete package. A devious smile formed on her face as she decided to see just how long it would take to arouse him with nothing but the feather-light touch from the very tips of her fingers.