The Bodyguard and the Bombshell (Masters & Mercenaries – New Recruits #2.5) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Masters & Mercenaries - New Recruits Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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Poor guy probably wasn’t sleeping at all between school and parenting. He felt for Travis Taggart.

He checked his pocket. Yes. The condoms he’d snagged were in there. Just in case.

“Is there a reason you’re not down there? It really is a wild time,” Seth said. “We only do it once a year, though it gets talked about for months after. The couples of the group tend to either skip this party or sit up here and watch the chaos.”

Aidan had taken one look at Carys and swept her away, picking her up and carrying her toward the privacy rooms. He’d told Nate he would see him at home.

“I don’t know.” He wasn’t sure this was the right night to make his debut at The Hideout. The idea of some giant orgy wasn’t appealing.

Of course an orgy wasn’t what was happening. It was more like a slow rotation of Doms around subs before one of the Doms would gently move in and separate his selected treat for the evening from the crowd.

He understood what a party like this was for. Exploration. It was for indulging in something that in this group wouldn’t come back to bite a bloke in the arse.

A couple was already playing on the main stage. A big Dom in all black had a tiny sub tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross, and he was using a violet wand on her nipples.

It should have him aroused, but he was still strangely numb.

He wanted to blame it all on jet lag, but he was over it. And the numbness was exactly why he’d taken the job in the first place. It wasn’t working.

“Then this is not your night because the chaos is part of the fun. It’s also a great way for a smart woman to indulge in self-delusion.” Seth stared out as a couple of subs walked in from the locker room. One of them was a petite sub in a red catsuit and matching mask, dark hair piled high on her head. She was whispering to her blonde friend and seeming to look around for someone. “I think I’m going to go downstairs. Hope you find what you’re looking for. I’m going after what I need tonight.”

Seth strode toward the stairs. He obviously knew what he wanted. Nate stared out again, trying to figure out which gorgeous sub had caught Taggart’s eye, but before Taggart came into view a woman in white stepped out from the hallway leading to the locker rooms, and Nate felt like the world slowed down.

Long, dark hair caressed rounded shoulders, tumbling over a set of truly gorgeous breasts. They were offered up by the pure white corset that cinched in her waist and flowed over hips he could hold on to. She stopped at the edge of the crowd, staring out as though trying to decide if she would join them. The white boy shorts she wore barely covered a spectacular arse.

She was a beauty, and he felt a rip of pure lust go through him, making his cock tighten and sparking his dominant instincts.

A Dom approached her, his every move seemingly predatory. His lips curled as he moved in close. She turned her chin up and said something. The Dom suddenly stepped back as though shocked. His hands came to his chest, palms out, and he backed away.

The pretty sub’s face fell. She glanced around the dungeon and seemed to realize there were a lot of eyes on her, but now the first Dom was talking to another, and they all seemed to ease away from her. One of the subs moved in, but she shook her off. Her head came up and he watched as she pasted a smile on her face and squared her shoulders. She leaned over to the other sub who nodded, and then the gorgeous woman turned to the stairs.

She was coming up here. What the hell had happened? Why had that asshole taken one look at her and rejected her? She was simply the most stunning woman in the place.

He turned, watching as she climbed the stairs in her stilettos. She moved as though she was used to walking in what had to be five-inch heels. He would bet she was quite petite, but those heels brought her close to being as tall as most of the men around her.

She might come to his shoulders. Maybe.

His gaze caught on her as she stepped into the lounge. She smiled at the bartender, who seemed to know her, but she waved him off and started toward the railing.

Then stopped and simply stared his way.

Low and sexy hip-hop played through the whole space, forming a soundtrack that could absolutely be used for sex, but it all faded into the background as he got his first good look at her.


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