Page 89 of Saved By the Billionaire

This plan seemed stupidly risky, but Sarah was just a little Iowa farm girl who didn’t know any better.

And so, no one listened to her.

They didn’t even listen to her when she shushed them because they seemed to be speaking awfully loud, even though the shower and sink faucet were pouring water at full blast and they’d all left their phones under a pillow in the bedroom.

She didn’t like thisat all.

Finally, Blaze shooed the guys back to the living room to await Logan’s return. She and Blaze would stay in the bedroom behind the door that was locked from the outside, “pretending” to be Logan’s prisoners.

She and Blaze were still going to belockedin the bedroom.

They were still prisoners.

But at least they would have guns in case anything went wrong.

Twist and Micah left them alone in the bedroom, and the external lock thunked into place.

Sarah asked Blaze, “Do you trust them?”

He grimaced and scratched the side of his head. “I think so.”

She glanced in the corners of the room where the spy cams would be if Twist hadn’t supposedly taken them out.

There might still be microphones. There might still be cameras.

She sashayed up to Blaze and ran her hands from his tight waist over the rock-hard rounds of his pectorals, reaching up to his broad shoulders. “As long as we are locked in this room with nowhere to go—”

One of his eyebrows lifted. “You sure?”

He glanced at the corners of the ceiling, just in case she hadn’t figured it out.

Well, Sarah might as well camp this up.

She made her mouth round like an O and looked at the ceiling like she hadn’t thought cameras and spy devices might have been installed in the locked prisoner room. “Where can we go?”

Blaze’s eyebrow fell, and his tight smile seemed more like sarcasm than glee. “I know a place where they can’t see us.”

He grabbed her hand, and she followed him to the bathroom, swinging their hands between them as if she were a silly girl who just wanted to get laid.

Sarah wasn’t a silly girl.

Blaze flipped on the shower in the bathroom, and within seconds, it was pouring steam into the small room again.

In addition to confusing the microphones, the steam might condense on any camera lenses in there and obscure them, too.

Blaze’s huge hands surrounded her waist, and Sarah hardly had a second’s notice to jump as he lifted her and set her backside on the cold marble countertop.

“Oh, I meant—”

He parted her knees, shoving himself between them so that she felt his warmth all the way through her jeans, and he jerked her body down to where the sensitive parts between her legs rested on the bulge in his pants.

Her breath rose higher in her chest.

His hands caressed her waist, reaching up and cupping the swells of her breasts as his hot mouth breathed on her pulse up her neck.

Blaze whispered in her ear, “What was it you heard on that airplane?”

Sarah tried to think of what happened on the airplane, but she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in more tightly for a ferocious kiss.