Bullet Proof (B-Squad 0.50)

She glided her palm up his inner thigh and over his concrete dick, pushing against his tuxedo pants. "Then we play." She glanced up at him and he caught a sliver of doubt before her game face slid into place. "But they can only watch."

If she wanted a public lesson, he wasn't about to deny her. In fact, he was looking forward to giving her every inch of what she wanted.

* * * *

Bianca Sutherland was so fucked, and not in the way her hot trainer was thinking—or the way she'd fantasized about involving the tightly wound hottie.

The dude was a certifiable control freak, but with his tawny skin, light green eyes, curly black hair, and trim beard framing thick lips, he was also total jilling-off material. Add to it the hard, muscular powerful body of a boxer who never really stopped training and it was no wonder that she had a hard time concentrating when he told her what to do when it came to punching, jabbing, and delivering a killer uppercut.

She was good with that at the Devil's Dip Gym, but here, when she was a woman on a mission? Oh, hell no.

Of course, this was what she got for jumping in blind when she found out Gidget Harms was missing and no one was doing a damn thing to look for her. Why should they? The police chalked it up to another in the long line of craziness from the perfume heiress of Ft. Worth. Her parents couldn't be bothered to cut short their cruise around South America to look for their only child. The rest of her family? Nonexistent, as far as Bianca could tell. That left her and she wasn't about to leave one of her sisters from St. B's Reform School for Rich Bitches behind, even if she hadn't seen her in years.

So she'd made yet another deal with the devil, otherwise known as Taz Hazard, the hottest man with the most ridiculous name in Ft. Worth.

His strong fingers played on her hip, sending little electric jolts straight down to her clit. "Let me do the talking."

"I can speak for myself." Damn, she hated not being able to hide the hungry want in her voice. Focus, Bianca. "I have questions for them."

"Trust me," he said as he moved his hand so it cupped the back of her neck and his thumb stroked the sensitive spot behind her earlobe. "This isn't the time."

Watching the Davies-Smythes approach, the hushed crowd parting automatically for them as if they were demigods, Bianca fought not to melt into a puddle at Taz's feet. "I may not get another chance."

His hand tensed. Someone wasn't used to being defied. Poor hot boy doesn't

like to hear no. What a shocker.

"Why do you need to talk to them?"

"None of your business." The last thing she needed was to be patted on the head like a dumb little girl by one more man when she explained that Gidget wouldn't have just run off.

Okay, she would run off but she wouldn't go without letting anyone know, without finding someone to take care of her French Bulldog, Oui Oui, or without her cell. The girl hadn't updated her Instagram in a week. Shit was wrong.

"What are you into, Kitten?"

"Keep asking that question and you'll get my claws."

"That smart mouth of yours really needs to get put to better use." He sighed. "Follow my lead and you'll have access to them anytime you want."

Right, because she couldn't possibly manage to get a few answers herself. After all, it's not like she managed to get an invite to the most exclusive Eyes Wide Shut lifestyle party in the state of Texas by herself. She was well on her way to getting her state private investigation and security contractor license. Mr. Sexy But Bossy may not realize it, but there was a helluva lot more to her than some poor little rich girl.

"I had a plan of my own already," she said, unable to keep the annoyance out of her tone. "Make your introductions and you're welcome to wander off with any of the women watching you like you're the last piece of chocolate on the first day of their period."

Determined dominance radiated off of him in waves. "You're not getting rid of me while you're in this house."

Refusing to be cowed, she raised her chin. "Then don't expect me to keep my mouth shut."

"Bianca," he said in a harsh whisper that wobbled on the edge of losing control. "I know them. You're new. Anything that comes from you will be suspicious. What do you want to know?"

Damn. Why did he have to make a quality argument? The Davies-Smythes were only a few yards away from where she and Taz stood. She had half a heartbeat to decide. She couldn't explain it, but her gut went with Taz. Mutinous bastard. "Their art collection."

If he had questions, he didn't have time to voice them before the couple stopped in front of them. Both were tall, sexy, and pale as her mother's wedding China, and yet they were as untouchable as an emerald under glass. And these two ran sex parties? Chalk one up to looks being deceiving.

"Mr. Hazard, it's always a good night when you honor us with your presence," Amelia said, her honeyed upper-class British voice like a cheese grater against Bianca's skin. "Won't you introduce us to this lovely creature?"

As if Bianca hadn't been vetted six ways to Sunday and already ponied up a cool ten thousand dollars for a provisionary membership into Bisu Manor. She barely managed not to roll her eyes.

Taz gave her a wolfish smile that made her knees buckle. "This is Kitten."