Page 48 of Billionaire Protector

He smacked her bottom.

Sarah gasped. “You ass!”

Everyone looked at her in shock.

This. Was. Bad.She couldn’t blow this operation just because Cole was playing the role a little too well and a lot too heartily. She forced her lips back into a smile, wagged a finger at him. “I mean how did you know I loved… um… when guys slap my ass?”

What the hell had she just said?

Cole’s expression lit up. “Really?”

Yeah, she hadn’t imagined it.

“Oh yeah, I mean what girl doesn’t?”

His eyes twinkled. “That’s good to know.”

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

She should’ve expected the next move. He planted his hand right on her ass. And there it stayed. Now she didn’t have to worry about keeping the smile. Her entire face was frozen.

Cole winked. “Do you like this?”

Yes.

No! She meant, no. No, no, no!Sarah wiggled to break the contact. Only instead the move brought an even moreinteresting place into contact with Cole’s hand. She choked back a gasp as his smile grew wider.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” he inquired mildly.

Sarah stood perfectly still, silently crafting a list of 1001 creative and fun ways to get revenge later. It was definitely going to involve hungry lions. Or tarantulas. Maybe both. “Can we go now?”

Then Cole winked and… gave her ass a squeeze. Yes, a squeeze. And while she should be professional and ignore it, instead the sensation electrified every nerve in her body, including that oh-so-interesting part extremely disappointed at missing out on all the fun.

Oh yeah – lions, tarantulas and sharks.

They walked to the car, the real clients still holding assorted hands, shoulders and waists. And Cole’s hand? Yup, still on her ass.

Although the SUV was spacious, eight people, four of whom were men, still comprised a tight fit. They entered in pairs, and Sarah found herself squeezed between the door and Cole’s massive body. He reached across her, brushing against her breasts, and brought the seatbelt securely over her. “Wouldn’t want you going anywhere.” He tugged on it to make sure it was tight.

And just like that, he held her captive once more.

Even sitting, he was power defined, a solid wall of muscle. With every breath, she pressed against his commanding form, every movement shifting her closer. She edged back, but there was nowhere to go. She was trapped.

But she didn’t have to admit it. “I’m not going anywhere,” she gritted out. “At least not until you get exactly what you deserve.” She tapped a finger on his arm.

He reacted in an instant, reaching out and capturing her hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

Focus on the mission. Ignore him. Do not feel and most certainly do not fall.This needed to stop, and it needed to stop now. She would only touch him if absolutely necessary. And no matter what, it would not affect her.

She endured a minutes-long drive that seemed like hours. They travelled to a more rural part of town, with stately farmhouses and storybook barns, each on multiple acres. Past them, the area became even quieter, with sparser buildings in questionable condition. Finally, they rumbled down a dirt road through a copse of trees and finally came to an abandoned hunting lodge. The rounded logs were weathered with age and most of the windows were broken or missing. It was the perfect place for solitude… and criminal mischief.

The group exited the car, Sarah and Cole last. The women cast anxious smiles, tight with unease. She shared their concern. It wasn’t supposed to go this far before money was offered and the charade ended. Backup should’ve followed behind, but because of the quiet country roads, they needed to stay far back to avoid suspicion. And suddenly, despite how he irked her, Sarah was actually glad for Cole’s presence.

One of the men unlocked the door, and they filed in together. The leader closed andlockedthe door. “This is nice and cozy, but I’m ready for a little privacy. There should be more than enough room for all of us.”

Cole put his hands firmly around her waist. And her body, caring nothing of her resolve to not be affected, perked up and asked for more. She forced a smile. “Let’s take care of business quickly so we can get started. We’re ready when you are.”

The men hesitated, but then nodded. Sarah let out a breath of relief. If they’d insisted on service first, the supposed prostitutes would be in big trouble. Instead he voiced the question she’d hoped for, “How much can we offer for your services?”

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