Page 41 of Ruthless Protector

Her eyes had widened, but she kept her mouth clamped shut.

“Jethro likes a girl at every game, likes some eye candy while he’s playing, making deals, then he takes them home, sometimes he keeps them a night, sometimes longer. None of them leave unscathed. They usually end up in hospital after he’s finished doing the sadistic shit that gets him off.”

She grabbed for the handlebar of my bike to steady herself. “How…how do you know that?”

“We’re working with one of those women, she’s giving us intel, shit she learned during her four-day stay in hell with Jethro.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. Now, do you want to tell me who that fucker was who handpicked you to be that sick fuck’s next victim? ’Cause I’d like to have a word with him.”

“I don’t…he’s um…a friend of a friend. I just…” Her bottom lip quivered. I could see her mind ticking over, trying to decide what to tell me. “I needed the money,” she blurted. “To um…pay you back, get on top of things, you know?”

She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Your friend set you up,” I said.

She just stood there, head turned, not looking at me, not giving me a damn thing, not saying a damn thing.

I planted my hands on my hips. “Christ, Willa, what the fuck are you hiding?”

Finally, she looked at me, expression blank. “Nothing. I’m not hiding anything.” She took a step closer, eating up the distance between us, until her tits pressed against my chest. “I made a mistake.” Her hands slid around my waist, pressing in even closer. “I’m sorry that I put you in that situation, that I put your case at risk. I won’t do anything so stupid again.”

She looked up at me, beautiful eyes earnest, wide mouth soft and pink, lower lip glistening from her licking it a second ago.

“Willa…”

“Do you forgive me?” she said softly, a little rasp to her voice.

The woman scrambled my brain; I was suddenly having trouble thinking straight with her pressed up against me like that.

“I’m not done talking about this,” I forced past my tight vocal cords.

“Oh, me either,” she said, nodding her agreement. “But I thought we might do some kissing first. That ride on your bike…”

I had to clear my throat. “Yeah?”

“I liked it.” She smirked. “A lot.”

That subtle twist of her lips was sexy as hell.

She jumped suddenly, giving me no choice but to catch her, and wrapped her arms around my neck, her thighs straddling my hips. She pressed her mouth to mine, and gave me a sucking kiss, then flicked my lips with her tongue, making me groan. I felt that flick on the head of my cock.

“The other night”—another flick of that sweet fucking tongue—“you got me off so good, but you were left hard and wanting. It’s your turn, Jude,” she said, and ground her hips against mine, rubbing herself on my now aching hard-on.

I squeezed her ass, carrying her to the shadows of the stairs. “Now, you’re trying to distract me.”

“Is it working?” she said.

“What do you think?”

She chuckled against my lips and the sound—the brush of her warm breath, the catch in the back of her throat—was so hot, so fucking sexy, my balls drew up tight. “You’ve got me desperate to fuck you, Willa, no doubt. But I’m not some teenage asshole who can’t keep his shit tight. We aren’t done talking about this.”

“There’s nothing more to talk about,” she said, thrusting her fingers in my hair, mouth going to my ear, sucking on my earlobe.

My gut tightened.

Her tiny as hell dress was up around her hips and I slid my hands under it, against her smooth thighs, gripping her ass more firmly over her panties. Then did what I had the other night, and slid her hot pussy over my hard cock.