The Pleasures of Summer Read Free Page A

sakes.’
    She sat down on the stairs. Operation
Defeat the Bodyguard
obviously wasn’t over yet. When her dad’s voice dropped, she tilted her head to catch the rest of his words.
    ‘I want the best. I don’t care what it costs. Just get him here by this evening.’
    Summer heard the door to the breakfast room slam. Her dad sounded worried, and that was unlike him. She rested her head against the banisters while she twisted the ring on her right hand. The plain gold band had oncebelonged to her mother. It was the only piece of jewellery she had been allowed to wear at school and now it wouldn’t come off.
    She wondered what her mother would think if she saw her now. The Hampstead mansion was very different from the one-roomed flat where her parents had spent the first few years of their marriage. What would her mother say if she knew about all the naughty things she had done during the week? Worst of all, she wondered if her mum knew that she was planning to go to an exclusive fetish club with her friend Molly?
    Out of habit, Summer kissed the ring. She was being foolish. Her mum was dead. Climbing to her feet, she hurried down the rest of the stairs.

    The blonde’s parted lips were moist and glossy. She was kneeling at his feet, her position in contrast to her prim office uniform of black skirt, white blouse and hair in a neat chignon. ‘Please, Sir, allow me to pleasure you,’ she begged.
    Flynn looked down at her, appreciating the angle of her neck in that position. He would strip her later and mess up that efficient hairstyle, but not yet. ‘You haven’t earned that right yet. Has she, Lottie?’
    The raven-haired siren shook her glossy bob. ‘No, Sir. I should be the one to pleasure you.’ Lottie wore a skin-tight latex outfit that showed off her generous curves. She was tall enough that her six-inch heels brought her close to his height. And put the collar she wore right into convenient grabbing distance.
    He smiled slowly. ‘I’m inclined to agree. Lottie, you can show her how to worship me with your mouth.’ He turned to the blonde. ‘Bella, remain kneeling there and watch. Pay attention. There will be an exam later, and you won’t like the penalty if you fail.’
    He settled himself back on the couch while Lottie dropped to her knees in front of him and unfastened his leather trousers.
    A buzzing sensation against his hip distracted him. He hadn’t given her permission to use the vibrator, so what was it? The pulsation continued, accompanied by the sound of the Tardis.
    ‘Fuck!’ Reluctantly, Flynn opened his eyes, allowing the vision of the two gorgeous women to dissipate, and groped for his phone. The boat rocked as he rooted through the outer pocket of his fishing waders to find it and fumble it out.
    ‘This had better be good,’ he growled. ‘Lottie LeBlanc was about to give me a BJ.’
    His boss’s voice was disgustingly cheerful, but not at all sympathetic. ‘Tell her to take a rain check. I have a job for you. An interesting one.’
    ‘Yeah?’ Flynn was wary but intrigued. Niall knew that his idea of an interesting job involved an H&K semi, a dozen bad guys and blowing things up with C4. He wasn’t back at full strength yet after the last, and hopefully final, round of surgery, but he was prepared to fake it. ‘What is it?’
    ‘Security detail. Nothing too taxing, don’t worry.’
    Damn, how did Niall Moore do it? He hadn’t told his boss about his injuries, but somehow he had found out.It was creepy how he did that. Niall went on, ‘It’s easy work, but the fringe benefits are stunning.’
    ‘Go on.’ This he had to hear.
    ‘You know those blondes you see in glossy magazines and wonder if they’re real?’
    ‘I read
Jane’s
,
An Cosantóir
and the
New Yorker
.’ The last time Flynn had used a glossy magazine, he was jamming it into a toaster to use as a detonator.
    ‘In that case, you might have missed her. Summer O’Sullivan. She’s under threat from some dipshit