“Very nice, Agent Gold,” Josie said in a British accent. “But I fear I must insist upon further negotiations to our contract.”

Jack played along. The game was one they’d played for years, begun one day on a long bus ride home from college. Since becoming lovers, they’d incorporated it into their lovemaking.

“Gold does not negotiate with criminals. You should know that by now, Agent Levine.”

Josie licked her lips and let her gaze travel the entire length of his nude body before responding. “I was granted a full pardon, Agent Gold, as you well know. I’m no more a criminal than you are.”

“A criminal is merely a spy who works for the wrong side, Agent Levine.”

Josie reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a long crimson scarf, then a black one, both silk. “But who’s to say which side is the wrong one?”

She almost cracked up, but kept on her agent face. This game was fun, more so because Jack was a complete James Bond maniac and could not only do the accent of a British spy, but the attitude as well. Even bare-ass naked. She, on the other hand, couldn’t manage to keep a straight face, even when Agent Gold wasn’t trying to torture information out of her using his classified sexual techniques. The game also became a challenge to see who’d break character first. She usually lost.

“What’s that?” Jack asked, hitching higher on the bed.

“Something to keep you still…while I get the information I need.”

He laughed, low and throaty, and, damn him, still in character. “Try as you might, Agent Levine, you won’t get me to talk.”

“No?” She raised a brow at him, trying for Lara Croft instead of Mary Poppins and finding herself sort of in the middle. “We’ll just see then, shall we?”