Page 44 of Wicked and Bound

When his fingers brushed the side of her breast, she gasped. “When you do that…yes! That feels?—”

“Focus. I know it’s not easy. But this is life or death.”

She exhaled a shuddering breath, then gave him a wobbly nod as he devoured her collarbones and the top swells of her cleavage. “People are having sex. Everywhere. In pairs. In groups. In all ways?—”

“Yeah. Talk to me about Gray. The guards. Anyone not participating.”

“Okay.” She swallowed hard, arching her back.

Fuck, having her tits in his face was like waving a red cape in front of a bull. Before he could stop himself, he dragged his lips under the neckline of her transparent dress, laving her silken skin dangerously close to one nipple.

Haisley gripped his shoulders and arched closer. “Please…”

“Give me something, and I’ll give you something.”

“Tease,” she whimpered. “I’ll get you back.”

She would, too. “C’mon, baby.”

After a calming breath, she scanned her room with glassy eyes, her hips wriggling restlessly. “The guards are rotating clockwise. I noticed them doing that as we arrived.”

So had he, and he didn’t like that every one of them was equipped with an M4. Was Gray abundantly cautious…or expecting trouble?

“They’re switching posts every seven minutes, like clockwork,” Kane murmured, suddenly beside them again. “I’ve been watching for a while.”

Nash nodded, then swept his lips across Haisley’s jaw. “Anything else?”

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and it took her a minute to focus. “One keeps checking his phone, like he’s waiting for something.”

“And Gray?”

“He seems agitated or something.”

Kane adjusted his glasses. “A few minutes ago, he argued with some suit who slipped into the room. I didn’t get a good look at the guy’s face before he left.”

Something to keep an eye on, but nothing useful so far.

Nash slid a thumb across Haisley’s pastie, right over her distended nipple. “Keep looking.”

She sucked in a high-pitched gasp. “Oh… Do that again.”

“Tell me what else you see first.”

Haisley said nothing for long moments. She melted into the column at her back, writhing and moaning as his lips roamed her skin and his hands explored her curves. But her eyes remained open as she scanned the ballroom.

Around them, the cloaked guests grew careless. In the mirror over Haisley’s shoulder, Nash caught glimpses of increasinglyexplicit acts of debauchery and more masks beginning to slip away.

“Haisley…” He nipped at her lobe. “Talk to me.”

“Yeah, um… The man behind the emerald mask with Amy… I’ve seen him on the news. I can’t recall his name. He chairs some powerful committee in Congress.”

Kane turned, zeroing in on the guy in question. “Representative Keene. I’m sure his wife of thirty years and his constituents who elected him on a family-values platform would be interested in this footage.”

“No doubt,” Nash muttered in disgust, continuing his visual reconnaissance in the mirror. “Tell me about the man in black in the corner?”

Haisley frowned, fighting to focus through the drugs’ growing haze. “He’s got three women hanging on him, but he doesn’t look familiar.”

“A Saudi prince who likes to dabble in illegal weapons,” Kane supplied. “And judging by the company he’s keeping, he likes his girls young.”

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