CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
BELLA
Bella was on her belly, stretched across Lucas’ enormous bed, listening to yet another set of audio tapes. Over the last few weeks, Bella had learned that Senator Craven had been an intricate part in the human trafficking racket for years. He’d made millions exploiting women and even children. She’d also proved that the senator was in fact involved with the organization that’d had a hand in the kidnapping of Natasha, Victoria, and Robert. Henry Craven’s death was not the close of Bella’s case.
Over the last three weeks, Bella had made thirteen arrests based on evidence from the senator’s house. And there were more to be made. Bella wasn’t nearly done. She was going to identify every voice on those tapes.
The voices on the tape turned intoblah, blah, blahwhen Lucas walked out of the master bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The combination of his gorgeous face and chiseled body was distracting, to say the least. His dark hair was wet and slicked back from his handsome face. And his striking green eyes were gleaming with desire. Bella had been staying at Lucas’ place for the last three weeks, and she was still in awe every time he got naked.
Lucas strolled over to the bed and stood in front of Bella. She was up close and personal with the large bulge beneath the towel. She inhaled the exotic mixture of soap and raw masculinity. Lucas kneeled until they were face to face. He smiled and pecked her lips before pulling the headphones from her ears.
“Hey,” he said in a sexy baritone whisper that meant the promise of pleasure.
“Hey,” Bella replied with a smile. “How was your shower?”
“Hot,” he said in another sensual whisper.
Bella was tingling with anticipation. She rose up on all fours and pulled the towel from Lucas’ body. Bella suddenly had a carnal desire to be the source of his pleasure.
