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Ripping open the three pack, I got one out. My fingers were shaking as I slid it onto his throbbing cock. “You want a lap dance, mister?” I asked, guiding him inside me.

“Yes,” he groaned. His hands on my hips were helping me bounce on his hardness. I felt like I could fly. The lights of the Las Vegas Strip gleamed bright neon through the curtains as I rode him. His eyes were closed, but his fingers rubbed me. We were going so fast that he barely touched my clit with each rocking motion, but it was enough. I squeezed down hard on him when I came. Miles slammed my hips down and thrust up one last time. I nearly toppled over like last time, but he held me in place.

We moved slowly then, unwilling to stop. I finally shivered and he gently rolled me off. When he went into the bathroom to clean up, I turned toward the window again and looked out at the Strip. Las Vegas Jackie could have this every night.

Miles slid back into bed and pulled me into his side. “I want you to stay away from the club for the rest of your vacation.”

“Why?” I asked sleepily, a little hurt.

“Too dangerous with the gang activity. I don’t want you to become a target because you’re special to me.”

Propping myself up on an elbow, I stared down at him. “I’m special to you?”

He nodded, his eyes already closed.

“You’re special to me too,” I whispered in his ear and followed him into sleep.

Chapter Twenty

Miles Carvello

I hated wearing the fucking wire. I thought it looked obvious as shit, but Grier assured me it didn't. I also hated giving five thousand dollars to Leonidas, even if everyone else on the block thought it was the cost of doing business.

“I'm going to get my money back, right?”

“It will be evidence, but yeah, after the trial you get it back.” Grier did some last minute tests on the microphone. “Try to get him in here if you can. But if you can't, sit as far away from the speakers as possible. Don't put yourself at risk, but try to get him to talk about what he's doing. I want to get him on racketeering, but if we can pin a drug charge on him, I'd like to see what he offers in exchange for immunity.”

“I'll do what I can.”

I tried to act normal. Grier was waiting in the men's room until we officially opened and then he was going to take a seat up front. He probably was going to hire Miranda for a few lap dances while I made the deal with Leonidas.

Sitting down at my desk, I opened the drawer and took out the album that my uncle had kept about me. Every time I made the papers or was mentioned in a magazine, he had cut it out and put it in here. There were pictures of us too. Me on my first night on the security team. He and I with our arms around the burlesque dancers.

That made me think of Jackie. She was probably still in the air or about to land in Carson City. Her lunch date was going to be about as much fun as mine. I wished I could have gone withher. She had woken up nervous and freaking out about meeting Parker and verbally sparring with Lisa.

I smiled at how I had relaxed her a bit. My cock throbbed as I thought about how hot and wet she’d felt when I fucked her up against the window while she looked out over the Strip. I was looking forward to doing it again tonight. And for the rest of the nights of the next week. I hadn't given up the idea of convincing her to stay, but when she was so wrapped up in knots about Lisa, I didn't want to add to her stress.

While I was checking all the stations and making sure the bar was fully stocked with clean glasses and enough booze, I ran into Paulie in the kitchen. He looked like someone had beaten the shit out of him.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“I got into a car accident.” He turned away from me to unload plates from the dishwasher to the prep station.

I looked closer. “Before or after you took a beating? Don't bullshit me. I know what it looks like when you get worked over.”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Too bad. When you didn't show up for work, guess what I found in your locker?”

He shrugged. “I don't know.”

“Don’t you? Is that why you got knocked around?”

“I don't know what you're talking about, man.”

Liu was trying to get my attention from the walk-in, so I let Paulie off the hook. I hoped Leonidas was a little more talkative. Of course Grier thought Paulie had been set up, so maybe the gun and the baggies had been planted there after Paulie left.

“What?” I said, aggravated, leaning against the big refrigerator door.

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