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

stilettos.
    He had to turn away because he was getting agonizingly hard
just thinking about her in those heels.
    The bag to his left began to shake. And bark.
    Well, now he could guess who Gigi was. He unzipped the
travel bag and a puffball leapt out.
    “What the fuck is that?” Riley asked, frowning down at the
little thing. Kinley had tied a pink bow in its fur,
and there was a rhinestone-studded collar around its tiny throat.
    “I think it’s supposed to be a dog.” It started to yip, a
deeply annoying sound. The little thing started to bark and run in circles as
though trying to communicate.
    “It looks more like a rat. Why would she put bows on a rat?”
Riley leaned down and held out a hand. “Here, girl. Let’s get you back in the
bag. That’s your home, right? Don’t you want to go back home and stop that
infernal sound you’re making? I can’t call it a bark. Real dogs bark.”
    But the little rat thing proved it could bite. The minute
Riley reached for it, it nipped him.
    Riley popped back up, shaking his hand, then staring at it.
“Damn it. I’m going to go wash my hand and hope that thing doesn’t have
rabies.”
    He stalked back toward the bathroom.
    Riley didn’t seem to understand that all creatures needed to
know their place in the pecking order, whether person or dog or weirdly dressed
rat thing. Dominic knew who was in charge—him.
    He picked up Gigi by the scruff of her neck, lifting her
high in the air, and bringing her up to meet his eyes. Gigi made an odd sound
in the back of her throat that Dominic thought might pass for a snarl in
rat-dog world.
    Dominic spoke in a language the animal could understand. He
gave her a real snarl.
    Gigi whimpered and tried to rear back into a protective
ball.
    Now, they understood each other. He set the dog thing back
down. It immediately ran to hide in Kinley’s skirts,
apparently not caring that its mistress was unconscious.
    Dominic sighed and sat back in his chair.
    Riley plopped down beside him. “It didn’t break the skin.
Maybe its teeth aren’t sharp enough. Have you thought about the fact that Butch
is going to eat that thing?”
    His bulldog was already in Alaska. River Run and the
compound there had become their base of operations for this particular mission.
One of their largest clients, Black Oak Oil, had offered to let them use the
large house they kept outside their center in Alaska. When Dominic had asked
about it, Gavin James had simply handed over the keys and the security codes,
insisting that he didn’t want to know a damn thing else.
    Gavin knew him fairly well, but their connections in public
were almost purely professional. If Kinley’s kidnapping got tied back to him, it would be a while before the feds got around
to questioning Gavin. “Butch will be a perfect gentleman.”
    He hoped. Kinley probably wouldn’t
be too helpful if his dog swallowed hers whole and burped up those pink bows.
    With great effort, she lifted her head and sighed. “Find
Gigi…”
    The words were slurred like she was totally trashed. It was
a reasonable reaction to the sedatives, though they should have just knocked
her out for at least eight to ten hours. She was certainly stronger physically
than he’d imagined.
    “Gigi is hiding in your skirts,” he explained in a soft
voice.
    She smiled, and his heart actually skipped a beat. What the
hell was that about? Those plump lips curled up, and she flushed a little. He
could imagine that exact expression on her face when he pressed his cock deep
and found that perfect place deep inside her.
    Had Jansen ever given her a screaming orgasm? The thought of
his sister’s killer fucking Kinley deflated his dick
in a second. He wasn’t going to have sex with Jansen’s leftovers. No fucking
way. No matter how much he wanted her.
    She lurched up on wobbly feet and immediately stumbled,
landing right in his lap.
    “Go to sleep, Kinley .” He tried
making it an order. Maybe Kinley was a little like
her