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Who said anything about sleeping?

“Whatever you want, that is what we’ll do,” I assure her. “Nothing more.”

And absolutely nothing less.

9

“You sure about this, man?” Del asks me at eight-thirty the following night as we head downstairs.

“Yes.” I lead the way down the hall, to the second door on the left, and push it open.

Del closes it behind him. “You want guests in here? They will flip, no? You’re the brains of this place. You rarely play in public. There will be curiosity. There will be a crowd.”

I shrug. Generally, I watch rather than put on a show, but tonight is about Shanna, about both vindicating and arousing her. And she adores being watched. I know that all the way down to the soles of my feet. Now I just need to let her feel it firsthand so I can prove it.

“Good. Make sure we get the word out to anyone who attended in the last week, especially if they watched in this room. I sent you a list of members who fit that description.”

“Consider it done.”

“Security is looking the names over as well. If the blackmailer returns to video Shanna, we should be able to narrow our list of suspects. I’ll email a reminder this afternoon, letting them know that something tantalizing will happen in this room tonight.That way, our friend with the video camera is more likely to show up. But wait until nine-fifteen to unlock the door. I want Shanna comfortable. It will be easier for her to let go the first time if the only one watching when we get started is you.”

“Even if we only allow the people who’ve observed in this room recently, others will follow. There will still be a crowd.”

I shrug. Likely so, but I’ll deal with it. And with Shanna…

She’ll have her barriers in place when she first arrives, but I don’t think they’ll last, especially when she doesn’t see a gathering crowd right away. And I can’t wait to feel her melt against me, her body opening to accept me deep, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise as she comes. By then, she’ll be desperate for the crowd to see her come undone.

“I need to finish readying the room.” I turn away, anticipation for tonight juicing me.

“Wait.” When I turn back, Del goes on, “You’re going to great lengths to catch this blackmailer.”

“The club is important. We both have a huge chunk of our fortunes tied up in it. We cannot afford to allow anyone who would film players without their knowledge to continue as a member.”

“Absolutely. But normally you would let security handle such a situation. Or bring in a private investigator, if necessary. This time, you seem to be taking a very personal interest.”

“Stop sidestepping your point. What are you saying?”

Del crosses his arms over his wide chest, looking way too pleased. “You like this girl.”

“She’s incredibly sexy and a beautiful challenge. Why shouldn’t I like her?”

“There are sexy women here every night more than willing to fuck you. You haven’t played with or for the membership in over a year. So there's more to your decision to get on that stage with Shanna than her sexiness.”

Shit. Why can’t Del leave it alone?

I sigh. “Yes. I confess, even I am not entirely sure why I’m pursuing Shanna so hard. She has rebuffed, left, and insulted me.”

“But…?”

Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I sort through the tangle of my thoughts. It’s damn uncomfortable. I’m a gut-instinct sort of guy. If it feels right, I do it. That philosophy has never served me wrong. But even I have to admit that my logic where Shanna is concerned…

Well, there isn’t any.

“Under her brittle façade, she has this lost quality. I don’t want to save her, exactly. Or change her. But I can’t resist wanting to hold her. Protect her. And, of course, pleasure her. When she looks at me, her expression is like a siren’s song. A glance, and I’m hard as hell. A snap from that icy voice I’m convinced hides a wealth of heat, and I’m dying to lay her out, get deep, and melt her into a puddle.”

“You’re screwed.” Del laughs. “You’re falling for this girl.”

Is it that obvious?

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