Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
His gaze went back to Devi. So freaking pretty.
She did something artistic for a living. He tended to pretty much stick to his team, but he had the most insane urge to get to know Devi Taggart. It was a mistake. He was a mess and didn’t have any right to drag her into what might turn out to be a nightmare.
But he could also try to be positive. He’d been with the team for years now. They never had to know he was anything but exactly who he said he was. The truth of the matter was his team was in the middle of something big, and if they delivered Huisman, Taggart would be locked in. There would be nothing those assholes could do to him.
“I wouldn’t hate a session,” Kenzie announced. “I think I’ll go see if any of The Club guys are here. Gabe won’t try to get into my thong.”
Tasha sidled up to her fiancé. They made a lovely couple. “I thought you wanted someone in your thong.”
Was Devi looking for a partner? He seemed to remember the Doms joking about her being a nun. She didn’t play often, but she looked like she was ready for it.
Maybe she wanted a Dom for the night.
His groin tightened in a deeply pleasurable way. It had been forever since he truly wanted someone. Tasha… That was definitely more about how kind she was and how if she cared about him, he would be in.
Devi though… He just wanted her.
Kenzie put a hand on her hip, her magenta-colored ponytail swinging. “I think I’m choosing sanity for a while. And by sanity I mean celibacy. How about it, Zach? You know you’ve wanted to slap my ass for a long time. I mean that in an I’m-annoying way, not a you-think-I’m-hot way.”
Oh, that was a terrible idea. Wow. Yeah, his dick withered at the thought, and it wasn’t like she wasn’t his type. Kenzie Taggart was a gorgeous woman with a near-perfect body and the sweetest smile. And yet… “Too much like my sister. Nope.”
Turned out he wasn’t one of those Doms who could simply service any submissive.
Kenzie gave him a flouncy pout. “Your loss.”
She strode away and then the only one left was Devi. Well, the only one he wanted to spend time with tonight. Carys and Aidan and Tris were still there. But he pretty much only had eyes for Devi.
Zach gave her his best “I’m harmless” smile. Now that… That was a real lie. “How about you? You’re Devi, right? You need a scene partner?”
She kind of squeaked and then she was gone, disappearing back into the locker room.
Well, that hurt. First woman he’d wanted in forever and she was obviously terrified of him.
It was a good thing because the truth of the matter was he’d never been into mousy women. He liked a sexually submissive woman, but he pretty much wanted a badass bitch outside the bedroom. He liked a brat.
He’d thought Erin Taggart’s daughter would be both. But then she was also Theo Taggart’s daughter, so there was that.
“I guess that’s a no. Do I smell bad or something?” He looked to the trio, but they had no advice for him. Tristan was actually laughing. He could handle it. They were friends and friends ribbed each other. It was nice when he thought about it. “All right. Looks like I’m watching tonight. You three have fun and know you’re going to have to deal with Kala in the field. She’s serious.”
Kala was always serious in the field.
He walked back into the locker room as he felt his cell buzz.
Cell phones were allowed on the floor, though only for emergency purposes. There were a bunch of members who had to be available at all times. CIA operatives. A fed. Aidan and Carys were doctors. Lucas Taggart was at least half of Dallas’s booty call. So phones were a necessary evil. He pulled it out as he walked past Travis Taggart playing Xbox with Hunter McKay.
His brother’s brother. Hunter was a good kid, but Zach felt awkward around him. Cooper loved his brother, was good to him.
Hunter had taken his place, and he couldn’t blame the kid, but he still felt weird about it.
He glanced down at his cell and frowned. Lacey.
Lacey was a contact in his mother’s world. She was the daughter of a woman his mom had met a couple of times over the years, though miraculously, she trusted her therefore would actually talk to Lacey. She was a vegan, tree-hugging near anarchist, but she was excellent at digging up information and had contacts in the underground world his mom occupied that he couldn’t match.
He liked Lacey. She actually kind of reminded him of Kala. But he didn’t want to answer that phone. He wanted to pretend he wasn’t who he was for the night. It would have been perfect to do that with Devi Taggart, but it wasn’t happening.