Page 49 of Billionaire Protector

Sarah suppressed a grin. This was it. She named the price she knew the men had paid before.

“Sounds good.” The man gestured at Cole. “But of course, you’ll pay triple.”

Cole shrugged. “The deal of a lifetime.”

The men reached into their wallets and pulled out cash, including Cole. The women tucked the money into stockings, pockets and pouches. “And what services can we provide for your generous contribution?” one of the women asked breathlessly, continuing the ruse. The more information they had, the better the case for prosecution.

And they sure provided them.

Sarah fought to hide her blush as two of the men explicitly spelled out the sexual favors, positions and techniques they desired. They considered it a game, striving to outdo each other. Finally, they finished, and Sarah turned to the remaining suspect. Once he listed his desires, they could get on with the arrests and she could finally escape. Only the ringleader pointed at Cole instead. “Your turn.”

Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. Cole couldn’t decline, not if he wanted to preserve the integrity of the mission. He had no choice but to describe his exact desires.

She had no choice but to listen.

He started in a deep voice, “First, I intend to strip you until you’re wearing absolutely nothing. Strike that.” His gaze returned to her legs. “You can keep the heels. Nothing else. Next, I’m going to spread you out. I’m going to explore. Every. Single. Inch. Touch every inch. Kiss every inch. I’m going to make you breathless. Once I’ve explored with my hands, next I’m going to–”

“That sounds fantastic,” Sarah cut in to avoid accidentlyexploding. A thousand images accompanied his description, pictures filling her mind in an erotic play-by-play.He’s justacting. He’s just acting. He’s just acting.She repeated it a thousand times, believed it zero. The heat never lessened from the sun-drenched Sahara.

Thankfully the other men were satisfied with that, and the last criminal described his amorous plans, a tale more raunchy than sensual. And with that, it was done. Backup would arrive any second to arrest the men.

And yet a second passed. Then a few more, and then a minute as the men smiled in anticipation. The ringleader rubbed his hands together.

Something must have happened to delay the backup. Although they were well-trained, the men were large and Cole may or may not have his gun. The best path was to wait until backup came or they had no choice.

Unfortunately,no choicecame rather quickly.

“This has been fun, but I’m ready to get started.” The ringleader clutched the brunette’s hand, tugging her to the stairs. The undercover cop hesitated, but went along, looking over her shoulder. This couldn’t happen. They were pretending to be prostitutes, not actually playing the part. The other women exchanged glances, and Sarah stepped forward. Before she could do anything, Cole spoke, “Wait a minute.”

He must have a plan. Sarah relaxed as the ringleader stopped just before he reached the steps. “What’s the matter?” He tightened his hold on his quarry, licked his lips. “I don’t have a lot of patience right now.”

“Remember what you said before – that we should share?”

Um, what exactly was Cole’s plan?

The man’s eyes lit in interest. His lips stretched open, showcasing smoke-stained teeth. “Yeah?”

“Well, I’m still not into sharing, but would you like to watch?”

“Watch?” the man replied.

“Watch?” the women echoed.

“Watch?” Sarah whispered.

Clearly this wasn’t happening.

“Why not? Maybe it would put you in the mood.” Cole traded his gaze between the three men and their partners. “You could first watch us.”

Several possibilities loomed:

A. Cole’s brain had taken a tropical vacation and forgotten to inform him.

B. Cole had consumed something that replaced his good sense with cottage cheese.

C. Cole had been possessed by an alien/demon/ghost/parasite/zombie/random creature.

D. All of the above.

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