“What?”
He opened the fridge, grabbed a cola, and faced her. “I am the police.”
Her eyes narrowed. “The police don’t kidnap their co-workers.”
“They do when they’re undercover.” He pulled the tab on the cola. “You want something to drink?”
“I would prefer a drink from my own fridge.” She crossed her arms. “I’m sure the one speeding ticket I’ve ever had,” her voice rose, “makes me a prime target for surveillance.” Her pebbled nipples prodded against her blouse. As his cock stretched and thickened, he forced his gaze from the swell of her breasts to her flushed face. Her eyes sparked with indignation.
“Sit down.” He pointed to the bed.
She hesitated then slowly sat. “Don’t think you’re sitting next to me.”
He grinned. “I’ve wanted to get you into bed for weeks.”
She snorted. “Your charm wore off when I discovered a gun in your pocket.” At least she still had her sense of humor.
“I’m still always happy to see you.” Devon pulled out the desk chair and sat across from her. “Bradley’s import and export business includes moving a lot more than antiquities in and out of the country. We’ve been watching him…watching his computer transactions for months. When we had enough information, they sent me in to ascertain who was involved. When this goes down, Bradley isn’t going to be the only one who falls. But we need to make sure our net is big enough to catch the big fish. I couldn’t let you tell him about the hack. If he suspects anything, the deal he’s making tonight—the one with the Japanese investor—won’t happen and we lose months of work. I need to know what you sent in the text.”
She was quiet a moment then she looked down at her hands clasped in her lap. “Nothing. Just 911. Obviously 911 doesn’t mean emergency to him. He hasn’t called. That’s why I was going to him.” Her voice lowered. “There’s nothing more important to Bradley than money.” Her gaze turned wary. “What do you think he’s involved in?”
“We don’t think. We know he’s part of a sex ring. He barters for—and trades—young girls into sexual slavery.”
Sara’s eyes widened and she slowly shook her head. “You’re wrong.” She covered her mouth with trembling fingers.
“We’re not.”
A soft knock at the door caused Sara to jump. Devon rested a palm on her thigh. “That’s my partner. I’m going to open that door and you’re going to be even angrier. Please, just try to understand.” Devon stood. Fuck, he’d started to get through to her, but all trust would be gone once he opened the door. He crossed the room, glanced over his shoulder, smiled at the woman he’d grown to care about, and pulled open the door.
“Rigg!” She launched to her feet. “What are you—” Her gaze shifted from Rigg back to Devon. “Oh no, this is not happening.” Her head cocked to the side. “Both of you?”
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What in the hell was her hot neighbor doing at the door? Her mind screamed what she refused to acknowledge. Sara frantically scanned the room for her purse. She was sure she’d had it in the car, but had she brought it to the room? She couldn’t think.
Devon was suddenly at her side. “Sara, we didn’t have a choice.”
Raking her bangs from her eyes, she didn’t stop her wild search for her missing purse. “I have to get out of here.”
Strong fingers clasped her shoulders, and she riveted her gaze on Devon’s face. She cast a glance at Rigg, who now stood inside the room. He closed the door, then looked at Devon.
“So did you compare stories?” She twisted in an effort to break his hold, but his fingers only tightened on her shoulders. “Did you have a bet on who was going to bang me first?” And stupid her, she had actually wanted to fuck them both. While at work, Devon had kept her hot and horny. He was witty and charming, and the sexual innuendos had caused a riot of butterflies. She’d imagined all the wickedly naughty things he could do to her. God, but she’d wanted him and that had torn her up. Because, then at home, her next door neighbor, the hot guy who moved in a few months prior—Rigg—had filled the remaining hours of the day. He was strong and simple. Like a rock, she knew if she leaned against him, he’d feel too good to let go.
Not anymore. “Let me go. I’m leaving.” She had to go before she clobbered both of them. They’d spied on her, toyed with her emotions. Dammit, and Devon was the worst. He’d made her care. “I’m going home. If you want to stop me, you’ll have to arrest me.” She shoved at Devon’s chest. This time, he released her and stepped back.
Sara started for the door.
Rigg tossed his bag onto the bed and stepped in front of her. “You can’t go home tonight, Sara. It’s for your own safety.”
“And don’t tempt me to put cuffs on you.” Devon’s smile—however sexy—pissed her off more.
“Stop teasing her,” Rigg stated.
Sweet, solid Rigg, with a body made for sex. He rode a motorcycle and made her think of deliciously naughty things—like wrapping her legs around his hips as he fucked her up against a wall. Or taking a ride on his bike, racing down the street, wild and untamed. Her pussy grew wet thinking about his hands on her ass and his face buried between her legs. He was hot in a bad-boy way. So not her type, but any woman’s fantasy.
Muscles bulged from his tight T-shirt. A tribal tattoo—one she knew banded his entire right biceps, covered his shoulder, and stretched onto his muscular back—peeked from beneath the sleeve of his right arm. The tattoo—Rigg—exuded raw appeal. He looked like sex. A man to make her feel like a woman. A sex kitten to his brawn. Jeans hugged his trim hips and thick thighs. He wore black boots, and his swagger told her he’d have the moves. God, how she’s imagined him between the sheets.
Then felt like shit when she flirted with Devon—wanted him—wanted him more than she wanted Rigg. She’d felt like a bitch in heat. And they were partners. Working her, playing her. Her stomach roiled. “I’m going to be sick.”
“Ah, Sara.” Devon grasped her arm and tugged her onto the edge of the bed beside him. “We didn’t mean to deceive you.” He rested his palm on her back and rubbed a slow circle. “We had to be sure you weren’t involved.”
Rigg sat on her left. “At first we wondered if you were Bradley’s lure. You’re beautiful and sexy.”
“You think I could be involved in…in sex trade?” She pictured teenage girls kidnapped from their homes, stolen away from those they loved and the only security they’d known, and stashed in brothels filled with other girls who were never let out of the rooms where men raped them.
Rigg combed hair from her face with his fingertips. The gentle touch was clearly intended to soften her anger—and was working, which made her even angrier. “Our investigation ceased being about you ten minutes after we met you.”
Her mind raced. They had come into her life about the same time, within a few days. She’d never had an inkling that they knew each other. But then why would she? They were professional liars—undercover cops. She shook her head. “I’m so stupid.”
“No.” Devon angled his head so that she was forced to meet his gaze. “We’re just good at what we do. I had a job to do, but we both knew there was more going on here than our investigation.” His eyes begged her to understand. “Our interest in you has only increased.” He softly kissed her lips.
She sat frozen for an instant, startled by the feel of the warm lips brushing hers, the promise of more, if only—she yanked back and looked from Devon to Rigg. “Our?”
Rigg smiled, carving deep dimples into his whisker-shadowed cheeks. He glanced away, ran his fingers through his hair, then met her stare again. “Sara…” He let her name fade into the silence of the room.
They wanted her. They both wanted her. How much had they talked? Her heart pounded. Was this part of their plan? Covert seductions. “What do you want from me?”
Rigg reached inside his duffel and pulled a manila file folder from inside. “For starters, to believe us.”
Sara h
esitantly took the paper Rigg extended toward her. “I don’t not believe you.” She didn’t know what to think. She knew these two had gone to extreme measures to keep her under surveillance. In her heart, she knew they’d protected her. That didn’t change the fact they’d betrayed her.
Twenty minutes later, Sara swiped at a tear she’d been unsuccessful in stopping. The women weren’t all teenagers, and weren’t all model material as she’d envisioned, but they were young, fresh, and had been taken from their homes just as she’d feared. Half a dozen photos of the young women and another half dozen pictures of freighters like those J&R used to import/export was irrefutable evidence. Devon and Rigg weren’t wrong about Bradley Jackson, and she’d unwittingly helped him kidnap those girls. Every time she scheduled a sale, she now had to wonder what was being bought and sold.
Rigg gently disengaged her fingers from the folder and took it from her. “Bradley Jackson’s business is importing and exporting illegal cargo. Young women.” He closed the folder and slid it back into the duffel.
“Tonight his network is going down,” Devon said. “And Rigg will be there.”
Fear lanced through her. Were they going to leave her? She searched Devon’s face. “Do you have to go, too? I mean, you’re partners, right? Do you do everything together?”
Devon stared hard at Rigg, and the tension in the room thickened. “We haven’t done everything together.”
It didn’t take a folder of evidence to know they were talking about more than the investigation. The fear and anger at her forced confinement morphed into a simmering heat deep in her core.
Devon’s cell rang, shattering the moment. “Excuse me.” Devon stood and glanced at the display screen. “It’s our contact.” He strode across the room, slid open the sliding glass door leading to the balcony, and stepped outside. His quietly whispered words cut off when the door slid shut.
Rigg rested a hand on her thigh. “We never meant to hurt you.”
She glanced at his hand, then lifted half-lowered lashes and stared into the dark smoldering depths of Rigg’s obsidian eyes. “Will you hurt me now?”
“No, but I won’t pretend not to want you.” His fingertips scorched a trail higher.
Sara abruptly stood and crossed to the sliding glass door “What about Devon?” The man on her mind leaned against the railing, speaking into his cell phone. He smiled when he saw her then his gaze shifted over her shoulder and the easy smile hardened.
The lights dimmed, only a small lamp at the table illuminated near where she stood. A tingle shivered along her spine. Warm breath caressed the nape of her neck. Rigg pressed in close…and from the other side of glass and a sheer curtain, Devon watched.
“I don’t want the same thing as Devon.”
“And what do you think he wants?” Her heart pounded as Rigg’s palms rested on her hips and his chest pressed against her back.
“You.”
She clung to the simple word. How much of her? Tonight? “What about tomorrow when the investigation is over? What will you want?”
“I’m partnered up with Devon for this assignment, but tomorrow I could be in a meth ring or bringing down a drug cartel. You wouldn’t want to know me then. I’m not stable like Devon.” His lips brushed her shoulder and blood whooshed through her ears. “Devon’s looking for more.” Rigg nestled his hard cock against her ass. “But I still want to fuck you.”
Her heart raced. Was he offering what she’d fantasized about these last months?
“It’s been hard, Sara. Seeing you everyday, knowing I couldn’t touch you.” He flattened a palm on her ribcage and slowly slid his hand around to her waist. “It wouldn’t have been fair to touch you, not then. Not when I couldn’t tell you the truth.” He leaned forward, and moist lips trailed along her neck to her ear. “I hated lying to you.” Goosebumps raced across her arms. His warm breath bathed her ear. “One way or the other, we have to protect you.” His hold tightened on her waist and Sara arched her back and ground her ass into his groin.
“Yes,” she whispered, not wanting to contemplate exactly what she was agreeing to. Yes, she wanted more with Devon. But yes she wanted to be fucked by Rigg.
As Rigg shimmied her skirt higher, she held Devon’s gaze. He visibly swallowed and shifted against the railing, but he didn’t turn away. Nor did he charge into the room to ask her what the hell she was doing with his partner. His sole attention was on her face, staring into her eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His lips formed words she couldn’t hear as he spoke into his cell phone.
Her heart pounded and her nipples tightened. “He’s watching us.”
Rigg gyrated his hips, pressing his erection into the cleft of her ass. God, he was making her hot. Staring at Devon as Rigg’s fingers slid onto her abdomen and crushed her flush against his towering strength sent her heart into an erratic beat. Rigg was tall, thick and solid. The fragrance of his cologne worked like magic, weaving around her and making her drunk with lust. She was needy and aching, and tonight she just didn’t want to think about why they were all here together. She only knew she wanted—needed—them both.
“Sara.” Rigg breathed a kiss to her neck.
The wet tip of his tongue flicked against her skin. Her body burned yet she shivered from his touch.
Her skirt inched higher. Then Rigg’s palm was on her hip. Muscles in her belly quivered, and her pulse grew thready. He slipped his fingers beneath her nylons, under her panties and, oh god, curled his fingers over her pussy. With her eyes closed, she trembled as his finger parted her wet folds and the tip slipped into her cunt.
Without Rigg’s strong arms holding her, her knees would have buckled. As he guided his finger deeper, she grasped his forearm, her nails cutting into the hard muscle.
“Oh,” she moaned as he sawed in and out.
Rigg shifted his left arm higher and cupped her breast. “He wants you.”
His words broke through the fog of lust. “Huh?”
“Devon. Look at the way he watches. Fuck, even I can see how much this turns him on.”
She slowly opened her eyes. The intensity of Devon’s stare melted the last of her resistance. His gaze touched her as intimately as Rigg’s fingers. “I want him, too.”
Rigg chuckled and plunged in a second finger. “He knows.”
Sara cried out and her thighs trembled. Every nerve sizzled. A kaleidoscope of flutters swarmed her belly. Devon closed his phone and, in a whir of motion, slid open the door and stepped inside. Then he was there, his mouth closing over hers. In a wild, erotic frenzy, his tongue parted her lips, sought and conquered her. She clutched at him, trying to get closer. A breeze from the ocean, coming through the open sliding door, cooled her heated flesh.
“Fuck.” Rigg ripped his fingers from her cunt. The lamp clicked and the room darkened with only the glow of the coastal community beyond the glass doors.
Sara whimpered with the loss, but Devon’s hard, passionate kisses deepened. She wrapped her arms around his neck, twining her fingers in his hair. Rigg fumbled with the closure to her skirt. A moment later, the fabric slipped over her hips, down her thighs, and fell around her feet.
“I’ve wanted my hands on your ass for months.” Rigg’s gritty words were followed by his fingers gripping her cheeks, kneading her flesh through her sheer black hose.
Devon’s kiss gentled. He smiled against her lips. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She hadn’t been this sure about anything. “I don’t need anymore apologies for the lies that got us here.” She wanted to tell him how she’d fantasized about him, coveted more than a working relationship. But all she could think about was the virile man in her arms and the one on his knees behind her, lifting her feet one at a time and slipping off her heels.
“What do you need?” Devon unbuttoned the first button of her blouse.
“Just you.” Soft kisses brushed the back of her knee. She sighed. “And Rigg.”
“I’m here, baby.” Rigg tucked his thumbs into
the waistband of her nylons and peeled them down her legs. She wouldn’t have thought the removal of pantyhose would be sexy, but she felt the stripping like a decadent caress. His warm breath kissed the flesh he exposed, licking and softly sucking the dip above her hip, drawing his lips over her and gently nipping the curve of ass.
As Rigg removed her nylons, Devon finished unbuttoning her blouse. With a shrug, the flimsy silken material slipped off her shoulder. Her arms fell to her sides, and she was left standing in her lacy bra and thong panties.
“This is just us.” Devon tucked his finger under her chin and lifted her face. “You set the pace.”
Rigg placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. “You make the rules.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Kiss me,” she smiled over the words, “and then I want you to fuck me.”
“It will be my pleasure,” Rigg said.
He turned her and gently claimed her lips, stoking the heat and passion burning between them. His rough, calloused fingertips grazed her shoulders, slipping off the straps of her bra. Lust unfurled in her core, and she had the desperate need to feel their hard, male flesh against her.
She allowed the bra to slip from her arms and drop to the floor. From his position behind her, Devon cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. She’d never thought her breasts were her best feature, but then she’d never had Devon’s strong fingers on her. The nipple tightened, and a spiraling pleasure surged from tip to clit.
Sara moaned and fumbled with the buttons of Rigg’s jeans. She ached, needy for both Devon and Rigg to cram her full of their cocks. She didn’t care where, she just knew she felt empty inside, desperate to be filled. The last button free, she parted the denim, and Rigg’s cock, swelling behind his boxer briefs, filled the gap.
She whimpered and ground against Rigg while reaching behind her, feeling for Devon, not wanting to be without him. She needed them both touching her, both kissing her…both fucking her. But Devon took a step back.
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