Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(83)

But he might want the photographs. Kinley had hundreds of pictures on her device. If he was right, the pictures would take up the majority of the storage capacity-though they shouldn't. That tablet had been designed to hold thousands of pictures. Yet it was oddly full.

Kinley looked up, met his stare. "What?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter, sweetheart. I need to look at your tablet again. I need it now." He kissed her again, trying to soften the quick jump in subject. "I'm sorry. Sometimes my brain has to think about things for a little while and I need something to jar me before I figure out a puzzle. Or maybe I just need the best hummer of all time to make me a genius." He grinned. "But I think I figured out what Jansen is desperately trying to get his hands on. Wake up Dominic and Law, then bring me that tablet."

She reached down and grabbed the shirt.

Riley snatched it away. "You don't need clothes to wake them up."

Her face contorted in the sweetest little frown. "I thought we were switching to business mode."

She was under some mistaken impressions. "Business mode does not mean clothes for you, sweetheart." He grabbed the shirt. "I think better when you're naked. Look at what playing around did. Hell, if you're naked all the time, I might solve world hunger."

She giggled. "Solve mine, at least. I'll do everything you ask if you just finish making that sandwich. I'll be back, but I can't say I won't be dressed. It's Alaska. If you want me walking around in my birthday suit, next time kidnap me and take me to Hawaii."

She turned away, and he watched the hottest ass on earth sway out of the room. His cock leapt right back to attention, but he tucked himself into his jeans because he had a job to do.

As she turned down the hall, it hit him that if he was right, though his time with her had just started, it was almost over. He would have to go back to the real world. And he would lose her there.

Sometimes it wasn't so great to be smart.





Chapter Thirteen


Law looked down at the tablet. There was a perfectly sweet photograph of Kinley and Annabelle. They were standing in a gazebo, each smiling and holding wine glasses together as if toasting one other. Kinley was in a yellow sundress, and Law couldn't take his eyes off her.

How was this photograph on Kinley's tablet the key to nailing Jansen?

"Who took this, sweetheart?" Riley asked her.

Law looked between the two of them and wanted to ask some questions of his own. When Kinley had come into the bedroom to wake him, she'd been completely naked. He'd reached for her, intent on drawing her back to bed, but she'd explained that Riley wanted to talk to them because his righteously geeky brother had figured out some computer stuff.

He was pretty damn sure she hadn't gotten dressed, talked to Riley, and then taken off her clothes just to wake them up. His brother might like technology, but he also liked their women naked. Something had happened between Riley and Kinley, and Law wanted to celebrate.

But now he had to deal with a bunch of techno crap he didn't really understand.

On the bright side, Kinley was naked. His brother had totally called that right.

"Are you sure I shouldn't wear a robe or something?" Kinley asked, crossing her arms over her breasts.




       
         
       
        
Dominic sat at the kitchen table, crossing one leg over the other as he looked at her with approval. He, like Law, had put on a pair of sweatpants. "You don't need clothes. I turned the heater up. If you need someone to warm you, you're welcome to sit on my lap while Riley gives us his very likely to be long and technological explanation. It will be boring. We need something to liven up the discussion. Your breasts will do nicely."

A surprised little grin brightened her face. "Those will enliven the discussion?"

Hell, yes. "Baby, your everything livens up the discussion. Now answer Riley and stop hiding your breasts. When you put your hands over them, we just look at your pussy and that fabulous ass of yours."

Kinley gave an embarrassed laugh and rolled her gorgeous brown eyes. But it worked. She visibly relaxed as she leaned over and glanced at the picture on the tablet. "Greg took that one. What's evil about that picture?" She frowned. "Huh. I don't remember adding that one, actually. Can you scroll through them all? I didn't load this tablet."

Riley gave her a little "gotcha" smile. "Jansen did, didn't he?"

"Yes," she murmured. "It was a gift from him. I'm kind of technologically idiotic. I can use my phone to make calls and text, but other than that, I'm lost. Greg bought my phone, too. Do you think my emoticons are evil?"