MadetoOrder by L.A. Day Page B

attitude irked her and made her long to witness his total loss of control.
    Holt hesitated just inside the door. “Are we alone?”
    “Except for my pleasure droid.”
    Holt’s nostrils flared and his brows squeezed together. “You actually bought one of those things?” The disgust was apparent in his voice.
    She had to hide her wicked grin. She’d actually found a way to annoy him. “Some reason I shouldn’t? A woman has needs you know.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to explain herself. According to Johnson, Holt’s sexual exploits were legendary.
    He spun away from her and her eyes ran down his body. His shirt stretched across his wide shoulders. The clingy material emphasized his muscles all the way to his narrow waist. Rebecca whistled silently. He had the best ass. The firm, denim-covered globes made her want to reach out and squeeze.
    “Looking at something?” He pivoted back to face her.
    “Admiring the view. I’m not sure which is the better package, the front or the back.” Rebecca licked her lips and enjoyed watching him shuffle uncomfortably under her stare.
    “If Mav has his way, you’ll be seeing both sides up close and personal.”
    “What?” She blinked and lifted her gaze to meet his shimmering blue eyes. He had long lashes and the kind of eyes you could get lost in. On more than one occasion, she’d been mesmerized by his stare.
    “Our assignment!”
    “Oh yeah. The sex club.” She grinned. “Sexual Healing! Can that ego of yours admit to needing sexual help?”
    “It’s just an assignment.” He shrugged and muscles rippled. “Did Mav give you one of these?” Holt held up a small disc.
    She shook her head. “What is it?”
    “Info on Sexual Healing.” His voice lowered an octave to a sexy-as-sin tone that made her want to squirm.
    He pivoted, crossed the room and inserted the disc into her large vid screen. He zoomed through the introduction to the heart of the file. As the instructor’s voice explained the procedures practiced at the club, a blurred digivid of a naked couple played in the background. Rebecca whistled through her teeth.
    “We’ll be expected to work on our problem in front of an instructor.” He raised a brow. “Still want to go?”
    “Sure. Why not?” She shrugged in an attempt to appear at ease while her stomach jumped in a combination of excitement and terror.
    “This assignment is not fun and games.”
    She licked her lips and waggled her eyebrows. “Looks like fun to me.”
    “Except it won’t be your droid there with you. It will be a flesh-and-blood man—me.” He thumped his fist against his chest as he moved closer to tower over her. “It’s a hands-on operation. There’ll be an audience to everything we do.” Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her against his solid frame. “I’m not a passive lover.”
    Rebecca’s nostrils flared as she breathed in his hot, manly scent. “I’m a liberated woman. I can handle a little rough foreplay. We’ll just have to be quick about finding the evidence. If they are involved in a sex-slave ring we need to shut them down.”
    Holt laughed roughly. “I agree, but I won’t walk into the situation unprepared.”
    “Unprepared?” She raised a hand to run her fingers through his silky blond hair. He wore his shoulder-length locks loose tonight rather than in the usual tightly drawn-back tail. “From what Johnson says, I wouldn’t think you’d feel unprepared in this type of situation.”
    Holt’s eyes widened. “Johnson knows nothing of my private life. However, I’m more concerned with your ability to handle the…situation.”
    She shrugged.
    “Regardless, we’re supposed to be married. There can’t be any shocks or awkward moments when we’re asked to disrobe and perform.”
    Rebecca arched a brow as she considered his words. The assignment had him unsettled and she wondered why? He was supposed to be the ultimate womanizer but something about this assignment rattled him. Mav