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watching barges and fishing boats and soaking up a sunny day. They’d listened to a little jazz in an open air cafe near the French Market while sipping on hurricanes, then rented a movie and headed back to her apartment to watch it over pizza. They’d made love for an hour before falling asleep.
    On Sunday, they’d driven the short distance to Metairie, where Jordan had introduced her to his parents and younger sister, Pam, along with Pam’s husband Chad and their two kids, a niece and nephew of twelve and ten who Jordan loved to spoil rotten. Lynda had been nervous, he could tell, but had finally relaxed over dinner in his parents’ dining room and later told him how much she liked them. They’d liked her, too—it had been obvious. His family was slightly well-to-do but not stodgy, and he suspected his mother appreciated in Lynda that same genuine quality that so attracted him to her, as well.
    That evening they’d had dinner back in the Quarter—casual Italian at a place on Decatur, then headed back to her place again. He didn’t sleep over last night, but it had been hard to drag himself home to his house out on St. Charles in the Garden District after more incredible sex. She’d sucked his cock so well that he’d felt himself falling in love with her more every hot second, and he’d returned the favor , having discovered that licking Lynda’s pussy was his favorite thing to do with his mouth these days. If he were forced to make a choice between Lynda’s cunt and food, he’d happily starve.
    Now he stood behind the counter, caught up on his work and a little bored. Business was good, but Monday mornings were typically slow.
    So, of course, his thoughts turned to his sweet lover.
    And then his eyes, too.
    He’d told her that he had, on occasion, demonstrated a few of the tiny spy cameras he sold by honing in on her at Cajun Lady, which set diagonally up the street from Spy Games. Customers seemed to find it amusing when he’d say, “Let’s spy on my girlfriend for a minute, see what she’s up to.” Today, no customers, but a new camera-in-sunglasses gadget that he hadn’t yet tried out.
    Removing the glasses from a display shelf behind him, he slid them on and peered out the window toward Lynda’s shop. Then he touched the nearly invisible zoom feature above the left lens, holding the miniscule button in until the camera narrowed tightly on her door. A slight shift to the left and there she was—his lady stood behind the counter talking to a young woman with bouncy auburn hair, a pretty face and ample breasts held in a low-cut camisole. A customer, he supposed.
    Lynda smiled as she spoke, then reached across the counter, lifting her hand gently to the girl’s chest to touch a large pendant hanging there. Lynda was into jewelry —always admiring it, especially anything antique. She slid her fingers beneath the pendant, cupping it to look more closely—and he suffered the first hint of a hard-on.
    Shit. Why? What was so erotic about that ?
    But then he figured it out. Another girl. There was nothing sexual about the move, but something about watching Lynda touch another girl, even that innocently, was enough to spark arousal.
    Because his passion for her was growing more intense with each passing day.
    Sure, he’d kept it mostly under control this weekend, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t had a barrage of dirty thoughts about her running like a film strip through his head. He continued having the raging urge to do things with Lynda that he’d never done before.
    At first, when this had started, he’d thought she simply inspired powerful fantasies, but the longer it went on, the more he couldn’t deny it—this was about more than fantasizing. This was about truly wanting to indulge in hedonistic acts he’d never before had any real interest in. His lack of control with Lynda after leaving the strip club had proven that, beyond a doubt. And he didn’t know what to do about