Covert Agent's Virgin Affair

Undercover agent Jake Pierson figures one romantic dinner will get never-been-kissed librarian Mary Walsh to tell him everything she knows about her late father's criminal activities. But the more Mary talks, the more Jake wants to shut her up with kisses. Because he's falling for his own too-trusting target--and there isn't a damn thing he can do about it. Well, maybe one thing...

With her shiny new lease on life, Mary has become wiser about a lot of things. For one, she can spot a liar a mile away. She knows her gorgeous new boyfriend is hiding something. And she has a sneaking suspicion those secrets will get them both killed unless he trusts her with the truth.

Jake suddenly knew for certain that he was the first. Her first? Was it possible?

He used the last bit of his resolve to lean up on his elbows and lood down on her. Her face was the picture of abandon, her hair a wild carpet spread out across the pillows.

This was too big a gift to take without words. "Mary." She closed her eyes and arched her neck. He tried not to look.

"Mary listen to me." Desperation colored his efforts. Jake fisted his hands in her hair and forced her attention. "Are you sure? Sure it's me you want? You don't even know me."

She stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted and her chest heaving. His mouth went dry as she bit on her bottom lip and tried to smile.

"I chose you because you're a good person. A kind and careful soul who cares about being somebody's first."

Jake started to shake his head, to deny what she'd said. He was far removed from anyone who resembled such a description. But she didn't know it.

Couldn't know it.