Page 16 of Russian Rescue

She snorted. “Well, let’s not get crazy, Pretty Boy. You had one easy kill at close range. Me? I could have done that with my bare hands.”

“True,” I agreed, having seen her do just that before.

“Now, take off your shirt.”

My eyes bulged.

She sighed and shook her head. “Not for that. I need to find the GPS they must have stuck in you.”

“GPS?” My brows pushed together.

“Yeah. They must have implanted one in you. No other way they could have found us so accurately and easily. Take off your shirt.”

“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.” I yanked my shirt over my head, noting the way her gaze slid over my abs.

Sending up a silent thank you to the personal trainer I’d hired to get me in such good shape this last year, I lifted my arms out straight.

“Does anywhere in particular hurt?” She slid her hands along my skin, feeling for any small bulge.

With a snort, I chuckled. “Well, pretty much anywhere you see a bruise, a kick mark, or an electric burn.”

Piper glanced up, and those hard eyes of hers softened. “I’m really sorry you had to go through all that. We tried to get to you as fast as we could.”

Her gaze felt like a caress. “I know you did. I’m just glad you found me.”

The soft smile looked out of place on her face. “Of course, we found you. We wouldn’t have stopped. Ever.”

Returning her smile, I stood immobile while her fingers worked across my skin. Everywhere they landed had me groaning internally from the pleasure of her touch. Even though it wasn’t a sexual exploration of my body, my dick didn’t get the message and started straining against my pants. For the first time all night, I was grateful for the tight pants I’d squeezed into because they forced my overly excited member to stay put and not stand up and say hello like it wanted.

“Turn around,” she commanded.

The pressure in my pants tightened as she slid her hands back up my torso again.

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded.

She slapped me upside the back of my head. “You know how I feel about being called ma’am. I’m too hot for ma’am.”

“What about madam?” I grinned, peeking over my shoulder. “Madam Piper. That’s hot.”

“Nope.” She slipped her hands up the muscles of my back. “I don’t run a brothel. No ma’am. No madam. Just Piper.”

“Hmm.” I was about to goad her some more when her roving touch stopped at the base of my neck. “What? You find something?”

“Yeah.” She leaned closer, and her warm breath drifting across my skin had my dick jamming into the stone wall I pressed up against. “Right there.”

“Can you get it out?”

After a long pause, she answered, “Yeah. But it’s gonna hurt.”

Closing my eyes, I exhaled a breath. “I’ve spent the past week being kicked, punched, shocked, and tortured, and I didn’t say a fucking word. I can take it.”

I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she smiled.

“That’s our Pretty Boy.”

Grumbling, I looked over my shoulder. “Incredibly Handsome Man. I’m only answering to that now. And you know it too. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you eye-fucked me when you first saw me. Admit it. I’m right.”

She slapped the back of my head again and laughed. “I did not eye-fuck you.”