Page 11 of Wicked Trouble

Chapter Four

The lack of evidence pointed to…well, not good things, as far as Zane was concerned. Seeing the absolute dejection on Cammie’s face and posture had firmed up his resolve to get to the bottom of things for her. Even though there was no body and no obvious disturbance in her room, it wasn’t all without hope.

Cammie was using the restroom and not currently looking over his shoulder, so Zane checked the security cameras he had access to. He wasn’t sure what he’d see, so he thought it might be better to check the feeds without Cammie around.

It hadn’t taken him long to hack into the cruise ship’s databases, which was something else he’d have to report to Dark Matter’s CEO. Zane wasn’t trained as a computer geek. He’d just kind of picked things up here and there, but if it only took him twenty minutes to get in and have access to all kinds of personal information, the company needed to know about the potential security risk.

A few clicks and he’d zeroed in on Cammie’s deck and the feed was dead. Wonderful. There was no video evidence and no way of knowing who might have entered then exited Cammie’s room. Very suspicious, especially considering that Chief Ross had said he’d checked the camera feed from Cammie’s deck. Obviously, that was a lie. Several of the decks didn’t seem to have security cameras—or at least they weren’t currently working. Shoddy surveillance? Or something else?

He’d have to figure out a way to dig into that with the Chief of Security, because it definitely screamed something nefarious and the man had obviously not spoken to Ben the steward like he’d told the captain he had. It was clear that Ben had no idea what was going on—or, at least, he hadn’t been filled in completely. So, the Chief of Security was hiding something or he was incompetent. Maybe a bit of both.

He added that to his mental list of things to investigate.

For now…Zane flipped to the traveler manifest.

“You said he had dark hair, blue eyes?” Zane clicked a few commands to narrow down his search. There were fifteen hundred souls on board the Dark Matter Fetish Cruise, and none of them had been required to give a photo. Each traveler was documented with height, weight, age and description, but only a few had a picture to go along with their files. Zane assumed there was a certain level of anonymity granted them, due to the nature of the cruise being kink and all, but as far as security went, it was another roadblock to finding answers for Cammie. “Thirties?”

Cammie maneuvered in the tight space then flopped on the bed next to him. She smelled like mint and apples. Her face was clean of makeup—not that she wore very much—and it gave her a younger, more innocent look that revved Zane’s Dom side to attention. “Maybe twenties, I think.”

They’d eaten their fill of room service breakfast and had downed an entire carafe of coffee between the two of them. She’d put on her jogging suit and looked as cozy as he’d hoped when he’d picked that outfit. He wanted to rip her clothes off, tie her up then fuck her silly. He also wanted to curl up with her and take a nap. He was exhausted and, by the dazed look in her eyes, so was she. Sex would have to wait.

He typed the age range into his query then started the algorithm. “This might take a minute.”

Cammie yawned. Zane stretched his back and groaned as his spine cracked.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor.” Her words were punctuated by a giant yawn that made her dimples pop when she closed her mouth.

Her sexy little mouth that had taken his cock so prettily hours before was just begging for a kiss.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He reordered his priorities. They would sleep then fuck then get on with the job, because even though Cammie had a mystery of her own, Zane was on the clock with his own investigation and, so far, he had zero leads.

Of course, that all depended on whether Cammie wanted to fuck him again. Dead bodies kind of had a kill-joy effect on fun and games.

“After what we did earlier?” Cammie snorted. “I think we’re well past the point of worrying about things like that. Besides, I’m not quite finished with you.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “And I think you’re not quite done with me, either.”

“Hell no, I’m not.” Zane grinned and his cock shot through with heat. “If you’re sure…after everything that’s happened.”

“I’m a big girl.” Cammie touched his arm. “And I’m not made of glass. But I am exhausted, so maybe after a few hours’ sleep?”

Zane yawned too, couldn’t help himself. He was depleted, ready to get a few hours of shut-eye, at least, no matter what his dick was demanding. “Good plan.” He checked the progress of the program. “This is taking longer than I thought it would.” He set the computer on the bedside table.

“Leave it for now.” Cammie tugged him down then curled herself up in a blanket like a snug little burrito.

He wasn’t going to lie. It felt good to be nestled next to a beauty like Cammie. Not just because it was a warm body for his cold heart but because it meant—for a little while anyway—that he didn’t have to be alone with himself, and that truly did make this feel like a vacation.

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Zane was having the best dream. His dick, hard and weeping, was being stroked by a firm grip. Warm, soft kisses trailed along his jaw, and he swore he felt the cushioned press of tits on his chest.

“Zane,” Cammie’s chocolate-coated voice whispered into his dream, “time to wake up.”

He slowly opened his eyes.

Cammie hovered over him, her huge tits bare, her dark nipples peaked and begging for his mouth. “I need you,” she purred as she nipped at his jaw.

He growled as he came fully awake. “I thought I was dreaming.” She’d already worked his boxers down his legs, so he kicked them off.

Cammie laughed in her husky way before licking down his neck, over his collarbone then across his pec. She circled one nipple, then the other, flicking and teasing and forcing him to repay the favor. He cupped her breasts, loving how they filled his hands, then thumbed her nipples.

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