Brazen (B-Squad #1) Read Free Page A

same lusty thoughts that she was.
    He could have her anyway he wanted and the cocky bastard knew it—but then again, the reverse was just as true.
    They may not have shared their darkest secrets with each other, but all of those skeletons were in the past and they were about the future. Taz. Her. The B-Squad. She formed a fist around the good-luck brass balls. They’d find Gidget, destroy the drug kingpin and the world would be theirs. There was nothing standing in their way.
    Taz wrapped a sinewy forearm around her waist, yanking her backwards against his hard chest. “It’s not polite to play with your balls so much.”
    Desire licked her skin, making her feel as naked as he was. Water droplets from his chest dampened the back of her black tank top. Her mouth went dry. Her panties went wet. And her heart went into overdrive.
    “Like you know anything about being polite,” she said, her voice breathy and low.
    His fingers dropped to the button of her jeans. “I’d rather stick with what I’m good at.”
    She looked down at her phone lying next to the suitcase. Fuck—and not in the good way. “We have to leave in less than half an hour and you haven’t even started packing.”
    “I’m a dude.” Taz kissed and nibbled along the exposed column of her throat, sending delicious shivers of want through her. “It takes me five minutes to scoop things out of one drawer and put them into a suitcase.” He suddenly dropped his seductive hold and moved to stand next to her, his attention focused on the matching set of luggage spread out over their king-sized bed. “Oh God, tell me we aren’t using these obnoxious things.”
    She glanced down at the six-piece set of limited edition Louis Vuitton suitcases she’d borrowed from one of her Sutherland cousins. They were expensive, ostentatious and beyond over the top, which was exactly what made them the perfect accessory for going undercover at any exclusive resort to find Gidget and take down the mystery asshole who’d kidnapped her.
    Taz reached into a half-filled suitcase and pulled out a bright green scrap of material. The swimsuit was on the high end of the itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-polka-dot-bikini scale. It looked even more ridiculously tiny when being held in Taz’s strong boxer’s hands that could do—and had done—serious damage. The contrast between the delicate, ultra-feminine string bikini and the strong, very male hands holding it was enough to make her giggle.
    He pivoted, giving her an eye full of his eight-pack abs and the precarious hold the white towel had on his lean hips, and held out the bikini like it was nuclear waste. “You can’t wear this.”
    Annoyance snapped her spine straight at his high-handed declaration. “Why not?”
    He glared at her, not even bothering to hide his bossy alpha-hole tendencies. “You do realize this mission is work?”
    She huffed out a sigh and rolled her eyes. Men. “What, you want to work this undercover gig as newly married Mrs. Alderson in your old gold boxing robe with Taz ‘Tasmanian Devil’ Hazard embroidered on it?”
    The sexy idiot grinned at her as if she’d just uttered the most brilliant thing ever. “That’s one way to make sure no one gets the wrong idea.”
    She hip-checked him. Hard.
    He smiled down at her as though she was just the cutest thing ever and dropped a possessive hand to her waist, pulling her against his brick wall of a body.
    Bianca glared up at him even as her nipples puckered and warm desire made her lungs tight. “Shove the caveman back in the closet. If Mrs. Alderson needs to do a little skin flashing or flirting with the resort guests or staff to get the intel we need to find Gidget, then you’re just going to have to suck it up.”
    The twenty-minute warning went off on her cell phone. The high-pitched beeping bounced off the loft’s high ceilings and ricocheted back down, a shrill reminder of what was at stake on this trip. She wiggled out of Taz’s grip, giving