Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
He was satisfied by the shiver that went through her.
“What did you want to do tonight, Sir?”
“First, I want you to call me Brody. I don’t like Sirs or Masters. That’s up to each couple, unless the idea of calling me Sir trips your switch and then I’ll allow it.”
“I like your name,” she admitted. “I like saying it.”
This was where he needed her to be. Talking about the future put her on her guard, but this was a place where she could be calm and let herself feel. He wanted her to spend all damn night feeling. “Then Brody it is. You’ll say, yes, Brody. I do want you to touch me. Yes, Brody, I like the way your hand spanks my arse. Please tie me up, Brody, and blindfold me because I don’t want to think about anything at all except the way your hands and tongue and cock feel.”
“Yes, Brody.” She turned and looked up at him, her eyes cloudy with desire. “Do I go with the flow or can I make requests?”
“Always.” He never wanted her to feel like she couldn’t talk to him. Even when they played around with ball gags. “This is play, luv. It’s play that’s meant to help us explore sex. It’s meant to show you what you like and what you don’t, what your boundaries are. It’s also meant to bring us closer, so you can always ask me.”
“Will you kiss me, Brody?”
That was one request he would always honor. “Of course. Don’t you ever be afraid to ask me that.”
He started to lean over, ready to plant his lips on hers and begin the evening right.
The door came open and Adam Miles strode in wearing a perfectly pressed suit. “Hey, guys. How’s it going? Steph, looking good there. I like it. It’s very Bond girl. The sexy, dangerous type. Feel free to wrap your legs around Brody’s head and try to kill him that way. That would be an awesome scene.”
All right, he now understood why Big Tag always wanted to kill the bloke. He had the worst timing. “I think we’ll avoid the more dangerous scenes and skip to the part where they’re all safe and have some time to relax.”
“Boring, but probably your best bet.” Miles walked straight to the larger of the laptops and flipped the lid up. “Let’s make this quick. I’ve got a naughty schoolgirl to discipline and Jake will kick my ass if I make him wait too long. All right, Tennessee Smith. Let’s see if you are where you said you would be.”
The screen flickered and suddenly filled with bright light and a man with golden brown hair, a lean face, and startling blue eyes. “Miles? That you? Ah, there you are. Well, well, well. Dr. Gibson. You are looking lovely. Is this a pool party or something?”
“Costume night at Sanctum,” Adam replied.
“Damn it. I miss all the fun stuff.” Ten Smith had a slow Southern accent and an easy charm that belied what she knew was decades of work for the Central Intelligence Agency. “Ah, well, Faith isn’t ready to play yet anyway. She’s having too much fun with our baby boy.”
“How is he doing? You named him Grant, right?” Adam asked.
Everyone was having babies these days. It seemed a new one popped up all the time. Soon Brody was going to need a chart to remember which poop maker belonged to whom. “Congrats, Ten.”
Ten grinned. “Yes, Grant Matthew Smith. And I hear congrats are in order for you and the doc. Can’t wait to see that boy when we’re back in the States. Now, I went into the clinic. Took a bunch of pictures, but I was surprised by what I saw there.”
“What did you see?” Steph asked. “Did you find Anya’s body?”
His head shook. “I saw nothing, Doc. No bodies. Not of your nurse or of the patient you talked about. I also didn’t find any evidence that you had worked on a patient at all. You clean up real nice, Doc.”
“But I didn’t,” she replied. “It was late and we were tired. I was worried about the patient dying. Anya and I did basic cleanup, but it was still a mess in there. We hadn’t sterilized any of the equipment.”
“And yet that place was sparkling clean when I walked in. It was like it was sitting there waiting for the next emergency,” Ten explained. “The whole place was like that. You said the men slept in a couple of the cabins, but every one of them was neatly made up. Not a blanket or pillow out of place.”
“They cleaned up after themselves. They didn’t want to leave any evidence behind which tells me this is serious and not contained to Sierra Leone.” Brody considered the problem. Most mercenary groups didn’t give a crap about making sure they left a place untouched. They were there to destroy. It all came down to who they were working for and what the job was. If the client wanted discretion, then they would attempt to please them, but this level seemed out of place. “Mercenaries don’t usually care, but then this one brought you a journalist. We have to assume the boss, or whoever the boss was working for, is nervous about the press. Maybe our journalist knew something he shouldn’t. And likely about someone important, hence the whole cleanup project.”