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come.
    Mr. Patrick Mullens seemed to have another agenda entirely.
    The little circle of their bodies kept moving, electricity and movement begetting more electricity and movement until Cade was seriously uncomfortable—aroused and rocking his dick against the zipper of his fly.
    Mr. Mullens moved his fingers back to Cade’s ass, pressing his palm hard against the center. Then nothing until a smack in the same spot that nearly pitched Cade onto the floor.
    Cade’s wits were rapidly leaving him, but he was a professional if nothing else, and a guy with good hands who wanted to play Daddy Dominate would have to pay for the privilege.
    “You don’t like rules, do you?” Cade whispered, only partially manufacturing the hitch in his voice as Mr. Mullens teased the back seam of his pants with a finger. He fixed his gaze on the other man’s face, taking in those fabulous blue eyes and rock-solid jaw. “Wouldn’t you rather do this somewhere more private?”
    For a second Cade wondered if he was pushing the sales pitch too far—Mr. Mullens’s face went unreadable, from smug amusement to blankness in a second. But the switch flipped a second later as that lush mouth curved into a grin.
    “How much for two hours?” he asked, flicking his tongue against the corner of his mouth. “And how much more to tie you up?”
    Cade didn’t bother to wait until his hard-on went down—they were all adults here, and frankly, letting all the patrons see him in all his flushed and horny glory, leading Mr. Mullens by the hand across the floor, was some damn good advertisement.
    “Two hours, with props,” he said to Damian as their paths crossed near the elevator bank.
    Damian smiled serenely—the only time Cade ever saw the man look anything but pissed the hell off was when he was charging a customer. He took Mr. Mullens’s card and waved it against the sensor sewn into his pocket; a second later, Damian got confirmation in his earpiece.
    “Mr. Mullens, I hope you have a wonderful time.” Damian stepped aside to let them pass.
    “Oh, I’m sure I will,” Mr. Mullens purred, as Cade led him to the shiny brushed metal doors.
    “Twenty-ninth floor,” Cade told the elevator. Mr. Mullens lounged against the purple velvet wall, arms crossed over his chest. Cade mirrored him from the other side.
    Cade felt a little more in control now. This was where he turned two hours into four and a one-time treat into a regular customer. Slowly, he untangled his arms, then reached up with his right hand to unknot his tie. The other hand—that was the one Mr. Mullens’s gaze immediately locked into. With that hand, Cade began to toy with his belt buckle, sliding his legs shoulder width apart as he did.
    “You wanted to fuck me right there at the bar, didn’t you?” Cade said softly, thoroughly enjoying the moment.
    Mr. Mullens seemed lost momentarily, but he came back to attention as soon as Cade spoke.
    “That would have cost me extra, I’m guessing” was the retort, something that Cade couldn’t quite identify lurking beneath the surface.
    Cade paused, then eased his tie open.
    “You were breaking the rules,” Cade said, trying to get Mr. Mullens’s attention back on the matter at hand. “Might have gotten reprimanded.”
    Mr. Mullens tipped his head to one side. “What are we talking about? Demerits? Scrubbing the toilet?” He heaved off the wall and started walking toward Cade. “A spanking?”
    There was definitely something there—mocking, maybe? Cade just threw him a smile, sliding his hands into his jacket pockets as the elevator dinged.
    “This is our floor,” Cade said, ducking around Mr. Mullens’s broad shoulders as the doors opened.

Chapter Six
     
    S OMEWHERE ALONG the way, Nox lost the thread of what he was doing.
    All he wanted to do was find the kid, get him to reveal the source of the letter to Sam, and be gone. He was good at this—extracting information and disappearing before anyone got too attached. Before