channeling all the rage I had felt the day we sat in the downtown conference room with the LAPD investigators. “I don’t have to do anything without my lawyer present.”
“Oh, no.” He tsk-tsked and leaned in close again, shifting to the side at the last moment so he could speak right into my ear. The warmth from his breath fanned across my neck and pebbled my skin. “Now, see, I was going to be nice and not blindfold you. But just for that insolent mouth and the daggers you’re shooting me…” Grant surprised me by sinking his teeth into my ear lobe. Really hard. He finally released the abused pad of flesh when I gasped in pain. “You leave me no choice, miss. Cooperate, and your interrogation will go much smoother. Am I making myself clear?”
“Fuck you,” I said brazenly. “How’s that for clear, Detective? Do you need me to spell it out for you?”
“All right, we can do this your way.” He chuckled. “Now, be still while I slip this on.” He fit something over the top of my head and into place, covering my eyes. Instinctively, I reached my hand up to touch what I guessed was similar to a sleep mask. But he stopped my motion with his strong hand. Gripping my wrist, he lowered it back to my lap.
“Let go of me,” I said through clenched teeth, trying to pull my arm free and getting nowhere. Oh, this could be so much fun if we weren’t on a boat. Nothing like a little game of chase to ramp up the libido.
“That’s really too bad, little jailbird,” he growled. “You’re not calling the shots here.” He exhaled a lusty sigh, and I could feel his body weight shift to move behind me on the cushion. “I didn’t want to have to do this,” he continued his assessment. “But you’re definitely a flight risk with all this spunk.”
“A what?” I raised my voice a bit, playacting my indignation.
“A flight risk. A runner. Escapee,” he explained, and I could picture the smug grin on his face, just by the sound of his voice. What he said next snapped me out of my imagination really quick, though.
“I’m going to restrain you. Don’t bother fighting me either, lady. I’m much larger than you. You’ll never win. Now kneel up.”
With a few quick lashes and buckles, leather wrist cuffs were in place and then fastened to each other. The snug stiffness of the animal hide bit into my skin, where the bastard had purposefully secured the shackles too tight. A perverse grin played at the corner of my mouth when I realized that somehow this sexy God of a man even knew I’d like that, too.
An air-whistling slap to my ass reminded me to stay in character. I muttered a choice curse word or two under my breath and threatened Grant, “What was that for? I’m going to report you to the warden. You’ll never get away with this.”
“Bad news, honey. The warden is my brother. He’s a bigger bastard than I am. He has cameras all around this place and watches everything that goes on. No one’s going to save you.”
“You’re lying!” I insisted.
I imagined the man shaking his head while he said, “Afraid not. Now, would you rather have an audience watch me eat your pussy or watch you suck my dick?”
“You’re giving me a choice?” I scoffed.
“Well, I may be an asshole, baby, but I’m still generous when it comes to fucking fine things like you.”
My interrogator stroked a firm hand down my cheek, and I was lost to the rough sensation. When did Grant Twombley do work with his usually manicured hands that he would build up a pad of thick skin on his palms? Or was I that lost between the champagne we drank and the fantasy he was creating with his words and actions that I actually felt what I was imagining?
“Blaze!” His voice was stern when he called my name.
“What?” I snapped but then thought maybe it wasn’t the first time he had said it while I was busy daydreaming. And when had he moved in front of me again?
“Watch the tone. You’re in no position to be sassing off to me, are you?”
“Do you know what’s the best thing about this eye mask?”
“What?”
“You can’t tell if I’m rolling my eyes at you.”
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say to the bossy man, because he wrapped his hands under my knees and yanked me