by Grey, T. A.
She didn't do any of those things though. Instead she said, "Sorry for interrupting," and turned around.
"God dammit wait." Cade was already up and pushing away from Sara. It was only after he stood that she saw his pants still buttoned. So they weren't having sex...yet. Sara trailed after him. He didn't stop until Lina could feel the heat of his body through the grey suit he wore today. His eyes never left hers. "Leave now, Sara."
She pouted and scoffed. "But baby, I wanted to—”
"I said out, now, Sara."
Lina watched as Sara's face contorted into a mask of pure hatred. She focused that look on her and Cade. Lina swore she actually felt the heat of her gaze burning her as she left.
After the door closed, Lina didn't know what to do or say. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. "Listen, sorry for interrupting your nooner. Or would that be a midnighter? I'm gonna go now."
Cade caught her by the shoulders. "You're not going anywhere." Her eyes widened and she laughed in his face.
"Really? Do you think you can keep me here?" He looked so dark, almost angry. She was dying to know what he was thinking about them, her, Sara. She could never ask that though. She wasn’t some girl that talked about feelings. Blech, even thinking about it made her want to scratch her skin off.
"I know I can."
She stifled a sigh, barely. "Whatever, Conan. I'm leaving. I suggest you remove your hands before I do it for you."
His eyes fell to his hands resting on her shoulders. He squeezed her then with a very possessive touch that she might have liked if he hadn't just had Ms. Perfect in his lap. His eyes narrowed on hers.
"I wasn't going to fuck her. She came on to me, Lina."
"Yeah, well good for you." He pushed away from her to walk around her in a tight circle, running his hand through his hair. When he looked back at her, there was still anger in his eyes.
"I don't make a point to fuck my employees, Lina." She rolled her eyes and snorted. One second she stood alone and the next she was pressed up hard against the door, her heart beating so damned fast she was sure he could hear it if he tried.
"I don't. Why did you run away last night?" Her breaths came a little bit faster. It's only because I'm angry.
"I didn't run." She sounded petulant and she knew it. He grinned down at her and she had the sudden feeling that she was caught by a predator baring its teeth. Oh God, she could still remember what he felt like driving inside her. So hard and full. She stifled a shudder.
If he noticed her reaction, he gave no sign. "You ran out of here so fast while I still didn't have control over my tongue." His eyes darkened then. Lina recognized that look. She'd seen it before. Just last night in fact, when he'd licked her between her legs, and again when he'd mounted her.
"If I agree that you weren't going to fuck Blondie can I go?" She had to get out of here, because her pussy was growing wet by just being this close to him. The memories of last night were still too new, too fresh. He shook his head and in one harsh move had her legs wrapped around his waist and his hard cock pressing against the apex of her thighs.
"No!" She pushed against his shoulders, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. He held her against him and grabbed her hair in his fist, pushing her back against the wall. He tore open her jeans with his free hand and cursed trying to get the zipper down.
"Baby you need to start wearing skirts or dresses."
She bared her teeth at him. "I'm not fucking you. You're only horny because she was here." He pulled back from her, genuine surprise on his face.
"Baby, she couldn't even get me hard and she was trying for a good five minutes before you saved me." It wasn't good enough for her. He pressed in to kiss her but she averted her face, giving him her cheek.
"If she'd gotten you hard, would you have fucked her?" God she was stupid. Was she really trying to ask the owner of a club called the Midnight Sex Shop to proclaim some kind of dedication to her after one quick fuck? Yup, she was stupid.
"No, okay, no. I rarely fuck my employees. It can get weird really fast for both of us. I haven't fucked an employee in three years."
"Was it her?"
He sighed. "Yes it was." Her heart deflated like a popped balloon.
"It was you a came in last night, wasn't it? God damn, I was so pent up I didn’t even use a condom." He tried to meet her eyes, but she couldn't meet his. Not now. She'd always been a possessive woman, but she hated that she was feeling the same towards him. She wished she could just shut off that jealousy, but she couldn't.
"Fuck this," she heard him growl and then he was pulling her jeans down her legs. She squirmed and fought him, but damn he was strong. Once he had them down to her knees, he dropped her down to her hands and knees and pounced on top of her. He wrapped her hands in one of his and held them captured above her head. She tried to kick him, but he just pulled her jeans down until her knees were free, then he used his own knees to spread her wide. "I know what you need, Lina. What we both need."
"Fuck you," she growled. Her heart was racing a mile a minute in her chest. Her nipples were burning with the need to be touched and her core was so wet she was sure he'd see it once he removed her panties. She felt so empty inside. She desperately needed to be filled.
"That's what I'm going to do." Then she heard the hiss of a zipper. It happened so fast she gasped. Her thong was ripped from her body and his cock plunged deep inside. He groaned above her and held her hip in a tight hand as he pounded into her in hard, driving strokes.
She couldn't move. She tried to move her hands but he wouldn't let her budge an inch. He was so hard inside her, like a steel rod. She gasped and tried to breathe as she was quickly being pushed towards a hard release. She was totally in his control. He owned her. She'd never felt so utterly consumed by something before.
"How do you like this, huh baby? You like my cock filling you? Your little cunt's grabbing me so soft and wet. I can feel how much you love this." His groan was a loud, pain-filled sound that tightened something inside her.
She cried out twice and exploded. She shuddered hard around him, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
His hand squeezed tighter over hers. She heard his breaths grow uneven, and then he was shoving deep, the hand at her hip tightening hard. A thick, hot spray of semen shot inside her. She cried out and tried to rub herself against him, keep him inside her.
He fell over her, and they fought to catch their breaths. Lina was the first to move. She moved forward to pull his cock out of her and turn around. His cheeks were flushed and his lips parted. He looked sexually ravaged in that moment. She loved it.
She ran a hand through his soft hair as he brought his body against hers and kissed her. What started as a soft, gentle kiss soon turned demanding, arousing. Lina pulled back to gasp for breath, and he just buried his mouth in her neck.
"I should, aaah, get back to work." His teeth sank into the muscle between her neck and shoulder. That particular spot must have a connection to her clitoris because she felt it zing straight there.
"How about you stay here with me tonight?" He kissed his way down her neck; his hand pulled up her shirt so he could feast on a breast.
"I don't know," she said, her hands fisting in his hair. His lips and tongue made a party at her breast.
A shrilling ring filled the room.
He lifted his head, a feral frown on his face. "Hold on."
He went to answer the phone and she took the moment to pull on her jeans. Her panties were snapped in half so she grabbed them and tossed them in a trashcan. The black thong looked so out of place on top of the white paper that she picked up the top sheet and covered the thong up. There, all good.
By time he finished his call, she knew they wouldn't be having any alone time together. It was for the best. She was here for a job. She wanted to roll her eyes at herself. Yeah, because that's why she's had sex with him twice now.
"There's an issue downstairs with one of the clients," he said h
anging up the phone. "I have to go take care of this."
"No problem. I'm going to hunt down the rest of the employees and talk to them." Coming around the desk, he put his cock back in his pants and zipped himself up. The sight was so erotic she felt a lick of heat inside her.
"I don't want you to leave tonight. Wait for me when you're done. I have a surprise for you." He cupped her face in his big hands and kissed her. His lips were so soft. She licked them and he pulled back with a groan. His eyes had that dark, aroused look to them again. "Later," he promised.
Lina's heart actually skipped a beat. She was in way, way over her head with this man.
Chapter 9
Lina made her way to the dance club floor. She'd interviewed nearly all the staff, though some acted suspicious, nothing had yet to stick to this rumor. This was also one of those rare occasions where she was happy that the rumor didn’t hold up. That meant some little girl or boy wasn't being used for some fucked up pervert.
The club was in full swing. She stopped at the top of the stairs to look down at the dancers. Bodies bumped and grinded, strangers kissed and cupped each other. As she made her way down the stairs, she spotted the bald bodyguard. Tonight the whipping, circling strobe lights painted his smooth head in blues and reds.
She stopped and looked back up the staircase towards the voyeur group. Either something was wrong with her or she was getting used to this decadence, because she hadn't even looked twice at the female employee being penetrated by two clients, or at the man who’d been sitting in a chair stroking his cock while watching.
She didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved that she was bypassing the sexual activity.
Coming up to the bodyguard, she cranked her head up at him. “I need to talk to you.” He looked down at her hard, then shrugged and moved to a small alcove near the stairs.
"What can I do you with, Detective?" He was a good two feet taller than she was, and she had to lift her head high to see him.
"Have you had any suspicious clients or seen anything strange among the employees here?" She opened her notepad and flipped through it until she found the page with his name on it. There it is—Jeremy.
"Unusual holds a different meaning around here, lady. You'll have to be a little more specific." Meaning she'd have to fight tooth and nail to get a real answer. Fine. She'd taken down bigger guys than this one, barely.
"Have you heard or do you know of any clients asking for things not served on the menu?"
"Sure, see that guy over there?" He pointed to a man with slicked back blond hair; probably about twenty-three year’s old sitting at a table near the bar.
"Yeah, what about him?"
"Tonight he tried to order sushi. We don't serve sushi. Caused quite the ruckus, almost had to throw his pretty boy ass out."
Lina concentrated on rubbing the migraine out of her temples. It was her own fault. She knew how to work with smart asses. She was just out of shape, that's all.
"How about any clients wanting sexual things that aren't served in the club."
He shrugged. "Happens on occasion."
"Anything recently?" He looked off into the crowd as if searching for someone, then peered up the stairs.
"I might have seen something. It could have been nothing, or it could be something." Lina's eyes snapped to his. She lowered her voice as much as she could in the booming club.
"Please tell me." He waited so long that she was beginning to think he wouldn't answer, but then he sighed deeply.
"About a month ago one of the clients got angry. Tried to hit one of the girls. I had to escort him to his car."
"Was he kicked out of the club for it?" Already she fuming because if this was true then the man would have been blacklisted and he wasn't on the blacklist she was given.
"No, just a temporary probation. He was also charged more money to be able to return, that's the policy. If he does it again though, then he's gone. We have a one strike and you’re out rule here."
Lina couldn't believe no one had told her about this guy. "Why didn't any of the other employees mention this to me when I questioned them?"
He shrugged. "Not everyone knows about it. Besides, we're used to certain clients making a fuss sometimes. Most of them are just whiney fucks."
"So who else knew about this particular client?"
"Sara." Lina's pen froze over the paper.
"Sara the manager?" A nod. Figures she'd have to talk to that conniving bitch again. She thanked him for his time and started to move past him, but he caught her arm.
"That isn't all." She looked at him curiously.
"When I escorted him to his car and he opened the door...I saw some pictures in there. I mean sometimes it's hard to tell a girl's age, but they looked young. Too young." The grimace on his face was as sincere as his disgust. Lina felt like she'd just been punched in the stomach. So it was true.
"Do you know this guest’s name?" He shook his head. "Well, would you maybe be able to recognize him in a picture or in person?"
"Oh yeah. Don't forget a guy's face after seeing something like that. The girl looked young and she was wearing..." He shook his head like he was trying to get the image out. "Like a negligee. Black lace."
"Are you the one who called the station?" The big man blushed and looked away. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a good thing you did."
"I hope so."
"Thanks a lot. I'll be in touch if I need anything else."
Lina went to the control room, her mind spiraling at the new information. This case had just gotten a whole lot uglier. She found Carlos working at the monitors; he must have sensed her foul mood because he didn't give her any lip. Good, because with how she was feeling she was ready to throw down.
"I need video tape footage of four weeks ago, give or take a week. Night shift only. How long will that take?"
Carlos sighed and started typing away at his computer.
"A day, two tops."
"Do it faster. I need that tape now.”
Chapter 10
Cade finished dealing with the troublemaker dance member. The man had gotten a little too friendly with one of the waitresses. If there was one thing Cade hated, it was men with no self-control. There was a time and a place for everything. Even spontaneity had a time and place. Just like his rendezvous with Detective Blackmore earlier.
He found his steps moving quicker at the thought. The little detective did something to him. From the first moment he saw her, he wanted to open her neat leather jacket and lick a path down her body. He'd seen her type before, duty, career-minded, but not once had he been interested in them. Until now, until Lina. Something in the way she carried herself with such strength made him yearn to tame her, control her.
He called ahead to order a special arrangement between he and Lina. He wanted to discover all of her fantasies, had in fact, touched upon several of them. Damn but it was more than that. He wanted to participate in those fantasies. Be there for all them. 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 frow
ning.
"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.