Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (best books to read fiction .TXT) 📗

I cup her bottom with my hand, stroking her soft warm skin, swallowing her sighs when they enter my mouth.

My heart belongs to this woman. It happened fast, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. Does her heart belong to me? Am I pressuring her to commit to me? We don’t discuss it, but I’m certain she knows I’m waiting for her.

I finally break the kiss, reluctantly. I’m worried Blade will call me back any second and I don’t want Britney to know what’s going on today. I slide my hand up her back until she shivers. “Let’s get you dressed, sweetie, and get some breakfast.”

“Okay.” Her face is flushed and she’s squeezing her thighs together preciously.

I lift her off my lap and lead her back to her bedroom by the hand. It only takes a few minutes to dress her in lime green princess panties, a lavender tank top that matches the pink one I love, and a white skirt that won’t hide her panties. I put her hair in pigtails to save time and then she follows me into the kitchen.

“Daddy has to work a bit this morning, sweetie. Can I get you some cereal and milk?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pour her cheerios and a cup of milk and hand her a spoon. “After you eat, clean up your space, brush your teeth, and make your bed. We’ll add stickers to your chore chart when you’re done. Then you can work on your Lego castle for a while if you want, or play with Emily.” I lift her chin and kiss her lips again.

“Okay.” She sounds dejected, and I don’t blame her one bit. I’d rather spend the morning with her than shut up in my office doing everything in my power to ensure some woman who looks like her isn’t sold on the black market to a Saudi prince.

My chest is tight as I leave her alone in the kitchen and return to my office. All I’ve been able to swallow so far is coffee and even that isn’t sitting well in my stomach.

My phone rings again as soon as I’m back at my desk. Good timing. It’s Blade.

“Update?”

“Mila left her apartment. Shepherd is following her. Spike is watching Lazinski’s house. I’m heading to the Sky Lounge to break in and dig around.”

I stiffen. “That’s risky.”

“And we’re out of time. You got another idea?”

“No.” I rub my forehead. “But Shepherd didn’t find a damn thing when he broke in the other night.”

“And let’s hope that changed. At least maybe I’ll be able to find a file on the new woman they hired. I’d like to know who she is. Maybe even an emergency contact. Something. Fucking anything.” The frustration in Blade’s voice matches how I feel.

“You’re right.”

“Shit,” Blade murmurs.

“What now?”

“Nothing. I’ll see if I can pull Mace or Dagger off their case to help out.”

“Are they even in town? What’s going on, Blade? Fucking tell me.”

“There’s a flight scheduled to land at the small runway east of here at ten o’clock. It’s coming from the Middle East. I don’t like it. I’m going to head there and get someone else to break into the Sky Lounge.”

Shit. I start pacing. Blade is right. If a new woman started last night, we need to know everything we can about her. That means her personnel file is at the Lounge. Someone needs to go get it.

I pause and hold my breath. Can I leave Britney here? I’m going to have to. She’s perfectly safe. I’m sure of it. No one has a clue where she is. As long as she doesn’t open the door, she’ll be fine. “I’ll go to the Lounge.”

“No. Absolutely not. You’re staying at home.”

“Blade, don’t fuck with me on this. We’ll all be kicking ourselves in the ass if anything happens to the woman Lazinski is planning to sell in Britney’s place today. We don’t have a choice. We don’t have the manpower. We still can’t be sure where the exchange is taking place. Britney will be fine here. I’ll go straight to the Lounge, dig around, find what we need, and get out of there. I’ll call you with the info and be back here fast. An hour. Two tops.”

Blade sighs heavily. “How much does Britney know?”

“Nothing.”

“You sure that’s for the best?”

“Yes. She’s been through a lot. I refuse to make it worse by scaring her to death. I’ll explain better when this is over. Until then, I’d rather she not worry. Not about me and not about the other woman Lazinski has. We need to fucking find her. Spike needs to stay on Lazinski like fucking super glue.”

“He knows that. He’s not going to lose the asshole.”

“I’ll call you when I leave the Lounge.”

“Okay. Be quick. My damn skin is crawling.”

“Later.”

I end the call and stuff my cell in my pocket before hurrying through the room. I hear Britney in her room and head that way. She’s tucking her covers up around her pillows when I reach the doorway. “I have to go to the office for a few hours, sweetie. Will you be okay?”

She turns to face me. “Yes, Sir.” She’s chewing on her bottom lip.

“Your laptop is on my desk if you want to do some more research this morning.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t open the door. Don’t answer any call unless you recognize the caller. I’m going to set the alarm behind me.”

She nods. “I’ll be fine.” She doesn’t come toward me. Instead, she remains leaning against her bed.

I stare at her for a few moments, memorizing her. I love this woman with all my heart. I can’t resist making her squirm. “You know the rules. No sharp objects. No cooking. No touching yourself.” I lift a brow and enjoy the way she squirms.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I watch her fidget, hating that she hasn’t rushed into my arms. But if I were to hold her right now, it would slow