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“I’m glad you feel that way around me, honey. I won’t let anything happen to you—promise,” he said. Cynthia rolled on top of him, straddling him and his cock sprang to life. Wanting Cynthia was never the problem, but falling in love with her might be. He had no idea how she’d feel about him making such a declaration this early in their relationship. Hell, he didn’t even know if she thought of the two of them as being in a relationship.

“Is this okay?” she whispered against his neck as she kissed a path down his body. It was more than okay, but finding the words to tell her that was going to be difficult with no blood flowing to his brain at the current moment.

“Yeah,” he whispered. She pulled his shirt up his body and continued to kiss her way down to his boxer briefs. When she dipped her hands into them to find his erection, he hissed out his breath.

“How about this?” she teased, “is this okay?” Now she was just playing with him.

“Stop teasing me, Cynthia,” he growled. “Just remember, turn about is fair play.” She giggled as she tugged his boxers down his thighs and settled between his legs. Every time Cynthia touched him it felt like the very first time, and now was no different. She licked down his shaft and he wanted to yell at her to get on with it, but Cynthia didn’t need his impatience.

It was as though she could read his mind, sucking him into her warm mouth. Spade couldn’t help himself; he took over, grabbing handfuls of her hair and working his cock in and out of her mouth. She felt like heaven, and he never wanted her to stop, but his dick had other ideas. He could feel his erection building as he shoved his cock to the back of her mouth and came in hot spurts down her throat.

Cynthia licked him clean and let his cock pop from her swollen lips and he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She smiled up at him and he could tell that she was feeling pretty smug about what she had just done to him. “Was that okay?” she asked.

“It was perfect,” he breathed. He felt as though his body was boneless as he lay there trying to get his body and his fucking emotions under control. He didn’t want to screw everything up with Cynthia just because she had given him the best blowjob of his life. No, he was going to remain calm and keep his damn feelings to himself—for now.

Spade set up the meeting between Cynthia and the hypnotist, and while Razor seemed confident that she was going to remember something from the night she was roofied, Spade had his doubts. He’d never really worked with a hypnotist, and wasn’t sure that Cynthia believed it would work either.

He filled his club’s Prez, Mace, in about what was happening, and he offered for them all to meet at the bar. Spade liked the idea of meeting someplace public since he didn’t know the hypnotist. He wasn’t going to trust anyone with Cynthia’s safety hanging in the balance.

Mace and Razor had agreed to meet him and Cynthia at the bar at noon and promised to give Cynthia some space. Mace offered the use of his office, and Spade accepted. He knew that he was going to owe his Prez a favor, but he’d very willingly pay him back for helping Cynthia. She was quickly becoming his woman, whether she knew it or not, and Mace seemed to understand that and accept how protective Spade was when it came to Cynthia.

The hypnotist was waiting for them back in Mace’s office. She introduced herself and asked them both to call her Naomi. It made him feel a bit better knowing that she was a doctor and that Cynthia would be well taken care of. After the pleasantries, Naomi asked if she was ready to begin, and Spade could appreciate that she was a no-nonsense kind of person. The sooner they got started, the sooner he could take her back home.

They both settled on the sofa and got comfortable. Naomi told Cynthia that the key to being hypnotized was to relax and think about her directions. She told her to concentrate on her voice and Cynthia closed her eyes.

“Think back to the night at Road Reapers when you were drugged,” Naomi said. Spade watched as she seemed to struggle to remember that night. The hypnotist was trying to be patient with her at first but then started asking more and more questions.

“What do you remember most about that night?” Naomi asked. “How were you feeling?” Cynthia seemed to resist everything that she was supposed to be doing—especially relaxing. She seemed as though she was in pain with the way her beautiful features twisted with each question. He was going to put a stop to it when Cynthia smiled.

“I remember wanting Spade. When he was dancing with me, I felt safe and wanted him to keep holding me. I wanted him to more than just hold me, too.” She was talking slowly, almostrobotically, and he almost found the whole scene comical. He knew that she wanted him, but hearing her admit it under hypnotism made him feel a little better. He had gone into the bar that night believing that Cynthia had a boyfriend, and even after he found out that she didn’t have one, a part of him still believed that she didn’t want him. She pushed him off at every turn and kept him guessing. Hearing her tell him the truth about how she felt was refreshing and would be something that she wouldn’t be able to hide from anymore.

“Are you at the bar now?” Naomi asked. Spade stifled his laughter, and Naomi shot him a scorching look. They were all at the bar—why would the doctor ask Cynthia where she was? “Can you hear the live band playing while you and Spade were dancing?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I love this song.”

“How are you feeling at that point in the night?” the doctor asked.

“Safe,” Cynthia breathed. “Turned on.” Fuck, hearing her admit that kind of shit to the doctor felt personal.

“I want you to look around the bar room and tell me what you see,” Naomi insisted.

“There are so many people,” she groaned. “I hate it when this place is so crowded.”

“Good,” the doctor said, “do you see anyone who looks out of place? Maybe someone new that you haven’t seen at the club before.” Cynthia turned her head as though she was really looking around the room and when she stopped and gasped, Spade knew that something was wrong.

“What is it?” Naomi asked. “Do you see someone?”

“Yes,” Cynthia said, “I think that my ex-boyfriend’s wife is here. I saw a picture of her when I looked up his Facebook page. I was trying to find out who Eric married. She looks a lot like thepictures on his page. Why would she come to the bar?” Cynthia asked.

“I want you to get closer, and get a good look at her.” Cynthia seemed to be struggling again, and Spade looked at the doctor. “She’s fine,” Naomi assured.

“I’m at the bar, and it’s definitely her,” Cynthia said.

“Is your ex with her?” she asked.

Cynthia seemed to look around and shook her head, “No, he’s not here.”

“You said she’s at the bar,” the doctor said. “Do you see her around the drinks?”

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