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Lena was gasping. Breathless.

The man hadn’t even been inside of her yet, and she’d come harder than ever before. As she lay there panting, she realized she should’ve been frightened. The man who’d kidnapped her had tied her to his bed. Threatened vile things.

She felt nothing but safe and overflowing with emotion here with Gray.

He shifted, kissing her stomach, then settled between her legs again and stayed there, a satisfied look on his face as he gave her another lazy swipe of his tongue.

She blushed, taking in his pleased expression. Gray knew exactly what he was doing, keeping her legs spread wide, exposing her sex to his heated gaze. “You’re going to come for me again, baby girl.”

He licked her swollen folds, lingering. Savoring her taste. And then he was pushing his tongue inside her molten channel, his beard rough against her arousal drenched skin. His hands shifted, sliding down to her ass as he tilted her hips slightly upward, and then he began to thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her with his mouth.

She moaned, actually moaned for this man. Every nerve ending was firing, Lena already oversensitive from her first orgasm. She was bare and exposed, unable to move away from Gray’s sensual assault and not sure she’d ever want to. As the heat grew within her belly, coiling down, she bucked up against his mouth.

Gray growled, and she felt the low rumble against her sex. He shifted one hand, his thumb circling her clit as she cried out. Gray’s tongue was masterful, moving in and out, and with her inner walls beginning to spasm around him, she screamed, fisting the sheets with both hands as she came and came.

Lena was limp with pleasure, unable to move, as Gray gently lowered her legs from his big shoulders. Lena’s heels fell off, and he pulled the thong free of her ankles. Briefly, she got a glimpse of his back, of white scars against his flesh, but he was already crawling up beside her and rolling them over, tugging up the covers. She wanted to protest, to reciprocate, to explore Gray’s muscles and ridges, but she was already falling asleep against him.

She felt his lips press against her temple, his arms tightening around her. Lena was thoroughly sated, and as she drifted off, knew she’d never want another man again.

Chapter 11

Gray crossed the conference room two days later, frowning at the data West was passing out to the team. “Ivan Rogers most frequently travels to Cancun, Mexico and San Diego, California aboard private planes,” West said. “Note the number of flights to each location. He’s been to Miami multiple times, but it hardly compares to his top two destinations. While Rogers does have a home in San Diego, he’s there more frequently than any of his other properties.”

“Do you think he’s crossing the border?” Ford asked.

“Damn straight he is,” Jett said, his gaze narrowing as he looked at the number of flights. “He’s got multiple connections in Mexico. It’s not just American women that have been caught up and sold in his sex-trafficking ring. He travels where the women and buyers are. As we all know, there are many men who’ve made lucrative profits off of selling innocent women. There are just as many men willing to pay a hefty sum for a female.”

The team exchanged a glance. Luke’s girlfriend Wren had met him while searching for her own sister in Mexico. Ivan Rogers was hardly the first sick bastard they’d gone after.

“Do we know when he last went to San Diego?” Luke asked. “This data compiles the number of flights but doesn’t show the dates when each occurred.”

“Three weeks ago,” West confirmed, crossing to his laptop. He typed in something, and then the travel dates and locations appeared on the big screen. “Here’s the kicker. While I have flight data of where he’s been traveling for several years, there’s been nothing for weeks. Not a single damn flight booked byRogers. Somehow, he showed up in New York, but it wasn’t aboard a private plane.”

“Unless he was using an alias,” Gray pointed out.

“While possible, his cease of travel via private jets started prior to the kidnapping,” West explained. “The Feds hadn’t raided his homes yet. He’d have no reason to think he was being watched any more than usual.”

“Something changed,” Sam said with a frown.

“Yes, but we don’t know what,” West agreed. “For whatever reason, Rogers stopped booking private flights before the women were kidnapped here in New York.”

“Did he assume he was being tracked?” Nick asked with a frown. “We know he wasn’t being tracked via his private flights at that time, but maybe he thought someone was onto him. Cronin and Levins had taken Kaylee to the safehouse by then. They were hired by the military officer at Offutt, but Rogers could’ve been involved somehow and we missed it.”

“It doesn’t add up,” Gray said. “It’s like he suspected he was being watched and suddenly stopped booking any and all private flights.”

“Maybe he had a falling out with the company or a pilot,” Ford said.

Jett drummed his fingers on the table. “Maybe he was planning an escape. Those goons working for him on other jobs were no doubt raising suspicions by taking Kaylee. Her disappearance from Offutt wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. Even if Rogers wasn’t directly involved in that escapade, maybe he decided to get out.”

“And go where?” Gray pressed. “Mexico?”

“Lena said he was going to keep her,” Nick said, his voice eerily calm.

“He didn’t know Lena before the kidnapping,” Gray said, feeling his blood pressure rise at the thought of Lena with that monster. “If she hadn’t been with Kaylee, she never would’ve been kidnapped.”

“Maybe he wanted Kaylee,” Nick said, his voice growing hard. “Those assholes Cronin and Levins were filming her at the safehouse. Say Rogers saw the footage and decided he needed her—either for himself or his sex-trafficking operation. For whatever reason, he saw Lena when they kidnapped both of them, and fixated on her instead.”

“He’s a sick fuck,” Gray muttered.

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