Enemy Mine (The Base Branch Series Book 1) by Megan Mitcham Read Free Book Online Page B

and him the only option to take over the business—could have been a risk worth taking.
    The bugs were Kobi’s doing. A pitiful attempt to get the goods on Baine, and prove himself more valuable to his boss than the man’s own son. Baine would dig quietly to verify, but it seemed likely. Every beady-eyed stare the slick-haired twitch-nose gave him was a piss off and die , if he’d ever seen one.
    When the hot water hit his skin all thought turned to her. Gooseflesh raised every hair on his body. His dick raised too. Damn the thing. Never in his life had he faltered from a kill decision. He made a judgment and it stood. The four men he’d ended with no more than a twitch of his index finger. They were loose ends that needed tying.
    He lathered the rag to a sheen of frothy bubbles and started with his face. His lats were tight from shimmying down the side of the apartment building in his scramble to get away. Had his rifle case not had a shoulder strap, he would have had to leave it, and that would have been worse than parting with any woman. No sooner had the thought run through his mind, than he knew it was no longer true.
    The water beat his back as he scrubbed the cloth over his abdomen. Her face flickered in his mind. Irises like amber jewels, encircled by pure white. Cheeks made for smiling after a good toss in the sack. Thick supple lips, the red of garden buds, for sucking him hard and swallowing him deep.
    A feral growl rumbled in the glassed space as the suds slicked his raging erection. Blast that mouth of hers, and her for being there at all. For now she was inside his head, making him lose the death-grip he’d always had on his control.
    His hips rocked into his hand and there was nothing he could do to stop the intense pleasure, since he could only experience her in this safe way, in this fantasy. She was alive. He could have killed her. Loose ends and all, but there would have been no way he could have had her like this, if she were dead. He leaned over, bracing his left hand on the wall. He lowered to his forearm as the pressure inside pulled him down. The force of his release tensed every muscle in his body. A roar of frustration and visceral satisfaction threatened to break free from deep within, but he clenched his teeth against it.
    More wrung out than when he entered, Baine exited the shower to dress for dinner, the dressing-down, and parade of whores awaiting him—all of which held zero interest for him.

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    T hey were ushered into a living room like cattle about to become slabs of beef. The muscular butler, who looked more like an assassin than a purveyor of tea and crumpets, said in a luxuriant British accent, “Master Devereaux and the other gentlemen will join you shortly. Please, be at ease in the parlor.”
    Two of the three high-class escorts eyed the handsome man in black and white as though he were the first course in a bevy of cock they planned to devour that evening. He winked a green eye at them, which was playful and quite out of character from the stern, all-business man Sloan had covertly studied since he’d picked them up at the airport in Nelspruit. Up until now he’d played the perfect manservant. Instinct told her it was an act. Several times she’d caught him stiffening the ease and efficiency naturally allied with his movements. Maybe he was one of those bodyguard servants, but the cool calculation in his behavior whispered trouble. She’d have to keep an eye on him.
    As if sensing her attention, Lawrence slanted his gaze in her direction, but didn’t turn. Interesting. He bowed at the waist. “If that will be all, ladies, I’ll have your bags brought up to your rooms. You’ve been shown your rooms, but Master Devereaux asks that you not wander about unescorted, unless you would like to make use of the pool and patio.”
    Yep, she’d caught the emphasis the first time. In the parlor. Then he left the four of them in the decadent room. They stood in a row before a