Page 56 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

Hawkins stared back at her with narrowed eyes as the brunette eased his erection from his trousers and lowered her head.

Morganna jerked her head around, feeling the heat pouring into her face, all too aware of how closely she was being watched. She forced her hand not to tremble as she snagged Clint's drink again and took a larger, burning drink.

Hawkins was obviously enjoying his lover's attentions if his quiet murmurs of pleasure were anything to go by. Good Lord, didn't these people believe in privacy?

Rising to her feet, Morganna ignored Clint's quiet murmuring of her name as she inhaled deeply and stared back at Jayne.

"Do you have a ladies' room?" Morganna glanced at the woman sucking intently at Hawkins' erection. "Or is that for public view as well?"

Jayne looked over at the couple for a long moment before patting her lover on the shoulder and rising to her feet. "Clint?" She turned to Clint.

"I need his permission to visit the ladies' room?" Morganna was practically burning with embarrassment now. She was going to kill Clint for not warning her.

"With another Domme you do." Jayne laughed. "But he knows he needn't worry. As lovely as you are, dear, women aren't my thing."

Morganna wasn't about to comment.

"Come along then." Jayne indicated a hallway several feet from where Morganna stood. "I need a break myself."

They moved into the hallway, where Morganna came to another bone-jarring stop. The way was lit by windows, but the view wasn't of the outside. It was of small rooms stretching down the hall, one window after another, with varying degrees of sexual acts being played out behind the windows.

"I can see Clint followed the letter of his contract with Drage," Jayne commented as Morganna began to follow her slowly. "Warning you what to expect is expressly forbidden by a member. Until you're accepted by myself and Drage, you aren't allowed down this hallway."

Morganna stopped again, staring through a glass partition with wide eyes. She knew that woman. The TV anchorwoman was bent over and shackled to a bed, her hips raised as a leather-clad man took a paddle to her rear and the woman raised and lowered her hips, working the dildo her lover held inside her with each backward thrust of her hips.

So this was what the confidentiality agreement Morganna had signed when they first entered meant. Sweet mercy.

"The ladies' room is just down the hall." Jayne gripped her arm and pulled her forward. "Why the hell are you here, Morganna? You're obviously not submissive material."

"Says who?" Morganna questioned her absently as she paused again, swallowing deeply at the sight of another couple. If she had ever been curious about anal sex, she was getting an eyeful now.

The toy Clint had used on her the night before didn't even compare to the sight of the couple engaging in it on the other side of the glass.

"Come on, Morganna," Jayne chuckled as she pulled at her arm again. "You can watch later when Clint's with you...."

Later? With Clint? Good gracious. That very well may not be a very good idea.

Morganna escaped into the ladies' room, breathing in roughly as she tried to plaster herself to the tiled wall just inside the door.

Jayne had excused herself to return to the main room, and to be honest, Morganna was damned glad of it. She hadn't expected this. To be honest, she had expected something darker, rougher, and she could have handled that much more easily. Shadowed rooms and pounding music with a few sexual antics in the corners. That wouldn't have thrown her nerves into a tailspin.

The restrained elegance, controlled lusts, and blatant disregard for the normal rules of sexual privacy were on the verge of freaking her out. Doing something in a shadowed corner or within a large crowd was one thing. The hall of windows into the bedrooms provided for sexual play, and Hawkins' display while calmly sitting within a discussion group, was another.

She knew the role she was there to play. The defiant submissive unwilling to actually submit. And if she wasn't mistaken, she had caught sight of the suspect she had been trying to keep an eye on upstairs several nights before in one of those window rooms.

He didn't appear any nicer to the woman he had facedown on that bed than he had acted upstairs to the uninitiated women dipping their toes into the lifestyle. Morganna was certain Roberto Manuelo was involved with the drugs. He socialized often with the three men who were arrested for dosing the drink last week, and since the arrest he was a shadowy figure rarely seen in the clubs.

The underground clubs Drage ran explained why Manuelo wasn't seen entering or leaving the main entrance of the building and yet could be glimpsed occasionally on the main floor. The underground private parking would allow him just that sort of entrance as well, but watching it was a hazard. Drage allowed no vehicles to park along the back entrance to the club without permission and it was the only spot to get a proper view of the entrance that led beneath the club.

Shaking her head, Morganna moved to a gleaming porcelain sink and waved her hand beneath the sensor. Warm water sprayed out onto her hands, dampening them before she brought them to her face.

Soft towels were folded to the side, and she shook one out with a snap before drying her face and forcing her equilibrium back where it belonged. Out of her throat. Damn, she never thought she could get so flustered just watching another woman give a blow job. Or another couple having sex. Or anal sex.

Her butt clenched as she braced her hands on the sink and she drew in a deep breath. She had to go back out there.

Oh God. She was not ready for this. She was not this blatant about sex.

Morganna drew in a deep breath, straightened her top. then turned and moved back into the hallway. She was not going to look into those windows.

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