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Authors: Eve Paludan, Stuart Sharp
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out with just a little more pushing that they’d kept the sign-up sheets. Which they obviously couldn’t show to anyone, but since it was me…Jessica’s name was there, about halfway through the pile. From the looks of it, she’d gotten a lot of responses. I wasn’t surprised. Niall’s name wasn’t there, but did that prove anything other than that he would be smart enough to use a false name?
I moved on to the next club. The moment I arrived, I knew that this one was different. I could feel it, even from the street. Need, desire, pleasure, it all poured out of the doors in a wave. A month ago, I would have locked down my shields and walked away at the feel of it, but now, I eagerly stepped inside. There was a line. The bouncers didn’t make me join it. They didn’t remember Jessica, either, when I asked.
Inside, the club was full, and not just with people there to enjoy the music. I could feel the straightforward wants of everyone in the room, pulsing out as clearly as the dubstep coming from the speakers. Although I wasn’t completely out of place, and there were plenty of “normally” dressed people there, there were also plenty of people wearing a lot more leather than me. Or a lot less, in a few cases.
I got at least three offers on the way to the bar, each of a kind that suggested there was more to the club than just a place to meet. I could even feel it if I tried. There were things going on somewhere up a broad staircase to the rear of the club that both made me want to walk away and made unseen parts of me groan in anticipation. I forced myself to ignore them as I pushed Jessica’s picture at a barman who seemed, like most of the bar staff, to have temporarily misplaced his shirt. Not that I was complaining, given his physique.
“Have you seen this woman?” I asked.
“Now, you know we’d go out of business if we went around telling people that their partners were here,” he said with a smile.
I shook my head and pushed him, just slightly, before asking my question again.
“Yes,” he said. “Okay, she was here, but it’s my job if anyone finds out I told you like this.”
I could feel the nerves coming off him. I could also feel everything he felt when he looked at me. It was a delicious combination. Almost without thinking about it, I reached forward, hooked an arm around his neck, and kissed him. I kissed him, and as I did, just a sliver of those emotions slid down into me.
“For risking your job for me,” I said as I pulled back, although it didn’t seem like enough then. Maybe I should go back and find one of the people who had come up to me? Maybe I should just grab someone from the crowd? It wasn’t like they would say no, if I suggested that we should check out what was going on upstairs. And I wouldn’t be much of an investigator if I left a whole area of the club uninvestigated…
I was actually, honestly, seriously considering it when I felt the lightest of touches on my arms. I knew who it was even before I turned. Even through the emotional noise of the club, I could feel him.
“Niall, what are you doing here?” It was just one of the questions I wanted to ask, but it seemed like as good a place as any to begin.
He answered me with a kiss. If he was trying to compete with the bartender’s kiss, Niall won, hands down. Well, hands up, and around, and just generally all over me. His tongue darted inside my mouth, and I felt my energy joining with his as the kiss turned more than physical. Eventually though, he pulled back.
“Come on,” he said softly. “I want to take you home and undress you slowly.”
When he put it like that, all the other questions I had didn’t seem so important.
As it turned out, Niall was serious about undressing me slowly. We had raced back to his place in his Aston Martin, probably breaking a number of traffic regulations along the way, only for him to slow things down once we finally reached his bedroom. Instead of
I moved on to the next club. The moment I arrived, I knew that this one was different. I could feel it, even from the street. Need, desire, pleasure, it all poured out of the doors in a wave. A month ago, I would have locked down my shields and walked away at the feel of it, but now, I eagerly stepped inside. There was a line. The bouncers didn’t make me join it. They didn’t remember Jessica, either, when I asked.
Inside, the club was full, and not just with people there to enjoy the music. I could feel the straightforward wants of everyone in the room, pulsing out as clearly as the dubstep coming from the speakers. Although I wasn’t completely out of place, and there were plenty of “normally” dressed people there, there were also plenty of people wearing a lot more leather than me. Or a lot less, in a few cases.
I got at least three offers on the way to the bar, each of a kind that suggested there was more to the club than just a place to meet. I could even feel it if I tried. There were things going on somewhere up a broad staircase to the rear of the club that both made me want to walk away and made unseen parts of me groan in anticipation. I forced myself to ignore them as I pushed Jessica’s picture at a barman who seemed, like most of the bar staff, to have temporarily misplaced his shirt. Not that I was complaining, given his physique.
“Have you seen this woman?” I asked.
“Now, you know we’d go out of business if we went around telling people that their partners were here,” he said with a smile.
I shook my head and pushed him, just slightly, before asking my question again.
“Yes,” he said. “Okay, she was here, but it’s my job if anyone finds out I told you like this.”
I could feel the nerves coming off him. I could also feel everything he felt when he looked at me. It was a delicious combination. Almost without thinking about it, I reached forward, hooked an arm around his neck, and kissed him. I kissed him, and as I did, just a sliver of those emotions slid down into me.
“For risking your job for me,” I said as I pulled back, although it didn’t seem like enough then. Maybe I should go back and find one of the people who had come up to me? Maybe I should just grab someone from the crowd? It wasn’t like they would say no, if I suggested that we should check out what was going on upstairs. And I wouldn’t be much of an investigator if I left a whole area of the club uninvestigated…
I was actually, honestly, seriously considering it when I felt the lightest of touches on my arms. I knew who it was even before I turned. Even through the emotional noise of the club, I could feel him.
“Niall, what are you doing here?” It was just one of the questions I wanted to ask, but it seemed like as good a place as any to begin.
He answered me with a kiss. If he was trying to compete with the bartender’s kiss, Niall won, hands down. Well, hands up, and around, and just generally all over me. His tongue darted inside my mouth, and I felt my energy joining with his as the kiss turned more than physical. Eventually though, he pulled back.
“Come on,” he said softly. “I want to take you home and undress you slowly.”
When he put it like that, all the other questions I had didn’t seem so important.
As it turned out, Niall was serious about undressing me slowly. We had raced back to his place in his Aston Martin, probably breaking a number of traffic regulations along the way, only for him to slow things down once we finally reached his bedroom. Instead of
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