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There
was still so much he wanted to do with her. Have her do to him.
    He wasn't surprised to find
her in the control room. It had practically been her second home since she'd
been here. She turned at his entrance, her eyes darkening with arousal.
    "You done yet?"
    She nodded and turned back
to Carlos. "You'll let me know right away?" After he nodded, Cade
held the door and followed her out. He grabbed her small hand in his much
bigger one.
    "What was that
about?"
    "Nothing much. I might
have a lead." He didn't like the way she stiffened and looked away from
him.
    "I need to know
everything you do. Tell me." And he really didn't like it when she tugged
her hand away from his.
    "This might become a
police investigation. I can't disclose any of this information yet."
    "Like hell you can't.
This is my club. I run this fucking place. If my employees have something to do
with this then I have a right to know." She had the good sense to look
contrite. Damn but she was pretty, even frowning.
    "All I can tell you is
that one of your employees saw something and called us."
    He couldn't hide his shocked
expression. "There are no children here, ever, Lina. This doesn't make
sense."
    "I don't think the
children or child was ever necessarily here. And off the record, right now none
of your employees are suspects, of course, none of them aren't suspects
either."
    "What footage did you
ask Carlos for?" She looked at him surprised, then shook her head.
    "I'm just trying to see
a certain individual to verify some information. Now can we drop it? Until I
get that tape, I won't know. After that tape, if the story is true, then...then
we'll go from there."
    Cade snatched her hand and
led her to his special arrangement. She was quiet for which he was glad. He
couldn't believe any of this. If it were one of his own employees, he'd have
them killed. Yet he couldn't imagine any of them doing something so heinous.
He'd interviewed all of his employees personally. The background checks he did
were extensive enough the government would be satisfied.
    He led her down to the VIP voyeur
lobby. He'd wanted to do this since he first saw her reaction to that bed with
ties and to the open lobby where the dancers looked up and watched. But he
didn't actually start planning it until he saw her wild reaction to the couple
and customer watching each other fucking the other night.
    "I have a surprise for
you," he said and drew her up to the VIP lobby, which was vacant of the
previous clients right now. The clear box was almost innocent looking.
    Cade turned back to her and
smiled. The smile was pure sin.  
     
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    "Oh, no, no, no, no. No. I am not doing that here with you in front of all these people." She
turned to get away, but he caught her, snaring her back against his chest. Strong
hands parted the leather flap of her jacket and caressed her breasts through
her shirt.
    Lina looked around wildly.
No one was on the second floor, but clients and employees walked by all the
time. She squirmed against him, which only showed how much he was enjoying all
this. His cock was a hard, steely presence against her back.
    "I can't wait to find
out," he said, his hand pushing past her jeans to touch her pussy. There
was no hiding the evidence of her arousal now. "Whether I'll like this
just as much as you do or more. I’m dying to find out." Then his fingers
circled her clitoris and pushed inside her soft channel.
    "Ooooh." Oh God,
she was so wet. The music was a pulse of its own around her. His scent and heat
permeated through her skin making her want to roll around in him, to rub her
face against him. And worst of all, he was right. He'd seen her fantasy from
the second he made her watch that couple and when saw her reaction to this very
room.
    "God, you're wet
already, baby. Dripping around my fingers." Deep, husky words spoken in
her ear. "You're trembling in my arms." Another finger added to the
mix and pumped inside her. When the tight confines of her jeans