Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 by Lexi Blake, Shayla Black

wasn’t attracted to juicy asses, why had he
insisted on one?
    The doors opened, and suddenly that was a problem for
another day. It was time to get a move on. Workers rushed around them as they
strode down the hallway toward the loading docks.
    “About time,” Dominic said. He was dressed in coveralls
emblazoned with the name of a local specialty cleaner. “Is that everything we
need?”
    He was holding a clipboard that likely contained a crossword
puzzle and nothing else. It was all just a part of the ruse.
    “This should do it.” Riley pushed the cart into the back of
the truck.
    Just before he was about to close it, Law jumped in. “I’ll
ride back here, make sure the merchandise doesn’t get damaged in transit.”
    He slammed the door shut.
    “Don’t be a pervert.”
    Now that they were about to escape the hotel, the worry that
Law’s face had been captured by that hallway camera returned. Riley was right
back to wondering how he would look in an orange jumpsuit. His guess? Not so
great.
    But some part of him was more fixated on the moment, was the
tiniest bit jealous that Law had Kinley all to himself.
He would very likely pick her up because it wouldn’t be nice to leave her in a
laundry cart. He would cradle her to make sure she was safe. He would have that
very fine ass sitting right on his lap.
    Maybe Law wasn’t the only pervert.
    “Can we go now?” Dominic asked. “Or do you want to ride in
the back, too?”
    His longtime best friend was so obviously not amused. “I’m
good to go.”
    He jogged around the truck and hopped in.
    As they lost themselves in the Manhattan traffic, Riley’s
thoughts stuck on the woman in the back of the truck.

 
    * * * *

 
    Dominic couldn’t quite take his eyes off the woman reclining
in the seat of the private jet he’d chartered to take them to the James’s
landing strip in River Run, Alaska. They’d been in the air for over an hour and
she hadn’t moved yet.
    She didn’t look anything like Carrie. He’d known it from the
pictures he’d studied, but somehow he’d thought that when he got into the same
space as Kinley Kohl, he’d see something that
reminded him of his sister.
    After all, they had both fallen for the same man—a
cold-blooded killer who had offed Carrie and intended to do the same to Kinley .
    Riley sank into the seat next to him. “Law says we’ll be
flying all night.”
    It was somewhere around ten hours from New York to Alaska.
Dominic had a long night to ruminate on the task he had to complete tomorrow.
    He had to break Kinley Kohl.
    “Can we get her out of that ridiculous dress?” Dominic
asked, eyeing her all wrapped in white silk and satin. He couldn’t contemplate
playing hardball with her when she looked that damn innocent.
    When Law had passed her to him from the truck, she’d nestled
down into his arms like a trusting child. Or a lover. But she could never be
his lover. Or Law’s—no matter what he imagined.
    “I think Law would be happy to undress her,” Riley said.
“You want me to take his place in the cockpit?”
    Riley wasn’t half the pilot his brother was, but he would be
able to keep them in flight.
    “No.” He didn’t want to tempt Law any further. “She can
change when we arrive and she comes to. She won’t wake up during the flight,
will she?”
    Riley shrugged. “She hasn’t gotten much sleep lately. At
least that’s what Annabelle said. But she had a weird reaction to the sedative.
She came out of it for a minute in the hall. Law held her then and stroked her
hair. She went back to sleep.”
    Dominic bet that little episode had done nothing to dampen
Law’s infatuation. That man had a deep-seated need to protect. Kinley looked fragile right now, but surely when the
interrogation started tomorrow, she would show her true colors.
    “Gigi.” She started to mutter in her sleep. “Where…Gigi?”
    Dominic frowned. “Who’s Gigi?”
    “Annabelle mentioned her. Then she gave us that half