When novice spy Kassie Shannon is given the chance to blow the lid off a human trafficking operation, she jumps right in, feet first. The front man for this criminal operation is a Brit called Alex Weber, a high-flying billionaire playboy with a thing for beautiful women and yachts.
Forever a champion of the neglected and abused, Kassie will do whatever it takes, including using her own body, to bring this wealthy slime bag down. Knowing Alex is expected to arrive at Baltimore’s Inner Harbor, she and her partner devise a plan to flush him out into the open. She and Robert Redmond sail down in their small boat to meet Alex.
Although he is her Master in the bedroom, Robert can’t help but accede to Kassie’s every whim outside it. But he has met the charming yet ruthless Alex before, and knowing what he is capable of, he fears Kassie may be in over her head.
He sets a close watch on her, but even he can’t be with her twenty-four hours a day. There is always a chance she might slip through his fingers the second his back is turned. And if the amoral, sex-trading Alex manages to get his hands on her, the love of his life could be sold and lost to him forever.
Robert followed her gaze. “See? Not a cloud in sight. I told you, all reports indicate fair weather. We should sail tonight.”
He was right. The cloudless sky was like pink and blue candy floss as the sun dropped close to the horizon. And yet all the senses in her body told her that a storm was coming. She shrugged. Robert was an experienced yachtsman; no doubt he knew what he was doing.
“Okay, if you say so.”
She slipped sideways past the superstructure, and once she reached the stern, hopped over the rail onto the dock. She lifted the mooring line off the bollard and tossed it onto the deck. In a jiffy she was back on board and joining Robert at the wheel.
He looked down at her cleavage. “I like that new bikini on you. It goes well with the denim shorts.”
She self-consciously adjusted the cups, making sure they were perfectly set and the twins safely housed. “Glad you like it.”
“Love it. But lose it when we’re at sea. I want to look at you.”
She smiled. It was no secret to her how much Robert loved her breasts. Her smile faltered as they cleared the dock. Behind them was a relaxing pleasure trip, but ahead was their next mission. Her face steeled against the caressing sea breeze, and she fixated on the horizon.
Robert put his arm around her and pulled her close. “Don’t worry, my love. Nothing bad will happen to you. I will protect you, I promise.”
She rewarded him with a reassuring smile, but it faltered when she looked away. Hard goose bumps prickled her forearms; her instinct was trying to tell her something, but she had no clue what about. He must have noticed, for he stood aside to let her steer.
“Here, take the helm.”
As her hands gripped the large wheel, he stepped behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. He unzipped her shorts and slid his hand inside. Looking behind her, she saw the dock in the distance, but they were far enough out now to not be observed. Except maybe with a zoom lens.
“What are you doing?” she said, and laughed.
“Helping you relax.”
She leaned back into him, nudging her ass into his rock hard groin and enjoying the tickle of arousal in her breasts. His fingers were deft and very familiar with the target. Round and round he swirled, teasing the nub of her clitoris. Her breathing became shallow and fast, and her hips pushed hard against him as her primeval lusts took over. Robert ran his lips sensuously along the line of her neck, making her skin tingle, and she groaned. Her focus turned to her feelings as she steered the boat blindly.
His free hand grasped a breast, teasing the nipple until it hurt, which elicited more groans. She pushed the denim shorts down, needing the touch of skin-to-skin, desperate to feel him inside her. Reaching back, she felt his steel-rod cock inside his shorts. Pulling him free of the open slit, she guided him to her wet and ready pussy.
“You want me to fuck you?” he whispered.
“Put your hands back on the wheel.”
As always, she obeyed him without question. The tip of his cock rested teasingly at the top of her thighs, but he did not penetrate. Instead he kept his focus on her and caressed harder and faster, working her into oblivion. When she came, her feet practically lifted off the deck, and only then, once she’d ridden the crest of her desire, did he thrust into her, his hands on her hips as he gyrated inside. It was his turn to groan. She knew how much it excited him to fuck her out in the open, and she spread her legs wide, granting him unfettered access to her body.
He slid her bikini top down over one breast and bit softly into her shoulder. “Have you no shame?” he whispered.
“None with you.”
His lovemaking became more urgent and untamed, and he squeezed the flesh on her arms tightly as he came inside her. She kept a firm grip on the wheel, her eyes still fixed on the horizon, always obeying him. She remained mostly naked and exposed, but did not move to cover up, and would not until he expressly told her to do so.
He sat back in a seat, exhausted. “You know it’s not too late. This mission we’ve been assigned?if it’s not to your liking, we can still pull out.”
She turned and gave him a reassuring smile. “We’ve been over this, my love, many times, in fact. I’m fully briefed and going in with my eyes open. You don’t have to be so worried. I can handle this.”
Still, he was pensive. “Don’t make the mistake of underestimating him, Kassie. Alex Weber is a ruthless bastard who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. I did a profile on him a few years back. Trust me, he’s a nasty piece of work. You don’t want to get on his bad side.”
He pulled up his shorts, and Kassie returned her focus to steering the boat.
“I won’t. I plan to do quite the reverse.”
“You better get dressed before we’re arrested for indecency on the high seas.”
“Aye, aye, cap’n, sir.”
As she rezipped her shorts, she recalled the face of their new mark. One would never guess the total bastard inside from his looks alone. Alex Weber was an insanely handsome man, with gentle blue eyes that could smoke the panties off any woman in the United States. Wealthy as sin, his public persona was that of a generous philanthropist, art lover, and civil rights activist. But all that was mere show. The Firm had a completely different profile on the man. Beneath that heroic facade, the true Alex Weber was a smuggler of booze, art, and contraband. And worse, he was suspected of human trafficking, particularly of young women brought in to please some of his more affluent American clients, or taken from the United States and gifted to his overseas friends.
“You seem hypnotized by the ocean, my love.”
“Oh, I was just thinking about the mark.”
“Anything in particular?”
“The trafficking, mostly. About how he can steal another human’s freedom and still sleep at night.”
“I assure you he sleeps very well. Scum like that have no souls.”
She recalled a photograph of the last girl lured by his charms. Her family hadn’t seen her in months. They were not going to recover her now. After such a lapse of time, this girl was considered long gone.
“Do you think we’ll be able to get to him?”
“I truly hope so, my love. I truly hope so.”
He rose and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck. She nestled back into him, turning her head to kiss his lips.
“So do I, my love. So do I.”
And then her focus returned to steering the boat south, and all such dark thoughts were banished from her mind.