“Are you finished?”she finally asks, her voice breathy and weak.
My voice is husky when I answer, and I revel in the feel of my balls, tight and ready in my pants.My cock is hard as a rock, and I push it against her.This is a bad idea.A terrible idea.There are men in the room behind me that are on the verge of kidnapping her, and who are probably ready to kill me.
But I can’t stop myself.
“This quickly?Not even remotely.”
Her back arches, pushing her tits into my chest, and I nearly come undone right there.Every nerve in my body is screaming for her and I’m so hard I think I might die if I don’t spread her legs and take her.
Then again, we’re on full display on a balcony.In her father’s house.And I’m a gentleman–or at least I play one for the city.
Sometimes.
I take a step back and breathe out, getting control of myself once again.Brooks straightens up and smooths her dress, and by the time she looks at me, she’s got control of herself as well.
Pity.I’d like to turn her, bend her over the railing, and–
“I think my father and a partner are kidnapping girls and using them as escorts,” she says bluntly.“Hiring them out to anyone who’s willing to pay.Until the ship date.”
Ice water hits me and I forget about my cock.
“And how long do they keep them here?”
“A week, max.”
Shit.
“So that means...”
“We have three days to find Aislyn.And that’s if she was the first one kidnapped for this load.”
Three days.Worst case scenario.And that’s generous, because Aislyn might have already shipped out.
“We’ve identified the ship that’ll carry them out,” I say quickly.“At least we think we have.”
Her eyes flash.“Do you know who he’s partnering with?”
“Not yet.”
“Do you know for certain that the ship is the only way they’re transporting them?”
Gods, she’s too smart by half.
“No.”
She closes her eyes like this is the worst news she’s ever heard, and my heart sinks.I’m working overtime and pulling information out of thin air, but it’s still not enough.I don’t know the things I need to know, and I didn’t need her to tell me that.
But disappointing her feels like I’ve just failed at some very important part of life.
“Don’t do it,” I say quietly, knowing I sound more intense than I should.
When she opens her eyes, though, I see that she’s already made up her mind.“I have to.We need to know exactly what’s going on, and the only way we’re going to find that out is if I’m on the inside.”
I grasp her shoulders, trying and failing not to shake her.“No.We don’t have a plan for that.I won’t let you do it.”
She reaches up and brushes a finger down my nose, but her eyes are cold and hard, and I know she’s already made up her mind.She’s going to do what she thinks she has to, to save those girls.
And it doesn’t matter what I think of it.
