shadows.
Clint was impossible to miss. As was the redhead sitting on his knee as he socialized with several of the hard-core Dommes who were a part of the clubs. Men and women Morganna had only watched, never spoken to. Clint obviously knew them well.
She ignored the wave of jealousy that ripped through her at the sight of the woman. Damn him to hell.
Morganna couldn't bear the thought of another man touching her now and there he was with a redheaded bimbo perched on his knee like a well-trained bird.
Morganna took another fortifying sip of the whiskey as she pulled her eyes from him. She wasn't here to watch Clint.
"Girlfriend, there you are." Jenna Lancaster hopped onto the stool beside her, her heavy breasts bouncing beneath the silk camisole she wore as her heavily lined eyes stared back at Morganna with rabid curiosity. "Man, did you lose out last night or what? That big bad Dom we've all lusted after that jerked you to the back rooms pulled in a newbie tonight."
Morganna breathed in carefully. "That bad-assed Dom you're talking about is an asshole," she snorted.
"She's welcome to him."
Jenna laughed at the description. "Those are the best kind, honey. You sure you don't just have those Domme tendencies Cletus keeps swearing you have?"
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Morganna rolled her eyes. "I just like the clothes," she retorted.
"They say he likes full subs, girlfriend." Jenna shook her head. "I think if I were you, I could pretend for a night with a man like that. I hear he can fuck for hours. Have you ever been fucked for hours?"
Only with her vibrator. And what he could do with his lips and tongue alone in five minutes had it beat to hell and back.
"She's welcome to him." Morganna lifted her glass to her lips; her gaze caught when Clint gripped the redhead's hair and held her in place a§ she started to move.
The woman settled "back on his lap, her eyes closing in obvious pleasure. Jealousy struck Morganna in a wave of white-hot hunger, ripping through her chest and tearing into her heart swifter than the sharpest blade.
She pulled her gaze away again, looking for the suspects Joe had on his list, as well as the women they were with. She had a job to finish; if the only part she played was in helping to find the supplier drugging those women, then so be it. At least he was off the streets.
"At least Craig still looks interested," Jenna pointed out, glancing over at him.
Yep, Craig was still watching Morganna, but the bastard hadn't returned her receiver. With it, she could have heard whatever Clint was saying to the passive little sub he had with him.
God, she hated both of them.
She turned from Craig's gaze, deliberately snubbing the questioning look he was giving her.
"Oh, girlfriend, that was cold." Jenna laughed, her expression calculating as she watched the exchange.
"I'm telling you, Clete is right. You'd make a much better Domme than you do a sub."
"Jenna, is there a point to this discussion?" Morganna finally asked, turning to the other girl as she lifted her brow coolly.
Jenna giggled, her brown eyes twinkling in fun. "Oh, girlfriend, come spank me. That's such a cool look."
Morganna sighed roughly before finishing the whiskey and turning back to gesture to Lawry for another.
It was obviously going to be a trying night.
Jenna sighed gustily as Morganna turned back. "I was so hoping you would know if Mr. Badass could really last for hours. His subs don't talk."
"I have no idea," Morganna revealed drolly. "Craig wasn't too pleased to find out where I was. He dragged me out."
"Straight into a drive-by shooting, too!" Jenna suddenly exclaimed. "I almost forgot about that."
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There was something wrong with the world when the subject of a man's stamina was more important than a supposed friend's near murder.
When this operation was over, it might be time to
Clint was impossible to miss. As was the redhead sitting on his knee as he socialized with several of the hard-core Dommes who were a part of the clubs. Men and women Morganna had only watched, never spoken to. Clint obviously knew them well.
She ignored the wave of jealousy that ripped through her at the sight of the woman. Damn him to hell.
Morganna couldn't bear the thought of another man touching her now and there he was with a redheaded bimbo perched on his knee like a well-trained bird.
Morganna took another fortifying sip of the whiskey as she pulled her eyes from him. She wasn't here to watch Clint.
"Girlfriend, there you are." Jenna Lancaster hopped onto the stool beside her, her heavy breasts bouncing beneath the silk camisole she wore as her heavily lined eyes stared back at Morganna with rabid curiosity. "Man, did you lose out last night or what? That big bad Dom we've all lusted after that jerked you to the back rooms pulled in a newbie tonight."
Morganna breathed in carefully. "That bad-assed Dom you're talking about is an asshole," she snorted.
"She's welcome to him."
Jenna laughed at the description. "Those are the best kind, honey. You sure you don't just have those Domme tendencies Cletus keeps swearing you have?"
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Morganna rolled her eyes. "I just like the clothes," she retorted.
"They say he likes full subs, girlfriend." Jenna shook her head. "I think if I were you, I could pretend for a night with a man like that. I hear he can fuck for hours. Have you ever been fucked for hours?"
Only with her vibrator. And what he could do with his lips and tongue alone in five minutes had it beat to hell and back.
"She's welcome to him." Morganna lifted her glass to her lips; her gaze caught when Clint gripped the redhead's hair and held her in place a§ she started to move.
The woman settled "back on his lap, her eyes closing in obvious pleasure. Jealousy struck Morganna in a wave of white-hot hunger, ripping through her chest and tearing into her heart swifter than the sharpest blade.
She pulled her gaze away again, looking for the suspects Joe had on his list, as well as the women they were with. She had a job to finish; if the only part she played was in helping to find the supplier drugging those women, then so be it. At least he was off the streets.
"At least Craig still looks interested," Jenna pointed out, glancing over at him.
Yep, Craig was still watching Morganna, but the bastard hadn't returned her receiver. With it, she could have heard whatever Clint was saying to the passive little sub he had with him.
God, she hated both of them.
She turned from Craig's gaze, deliberately snubbing the questioning look he was giving her.
"Oh, girlfriend, that was cold." Jenna laughed, her expression calculating as she watched the exchange.
"I'm telling you, Clete is right. You'd make a much better Domme than you do a sub."
"Jenna, is there a point to this discussion?" Morganna finally asked, turning to the other girl as she lifted her brow coolly.
Jenna giggled, her brown eyes twinkling in fun. "Oh, girlfriend, come spank me. That's such a cool look."
Morganna sighed roughly before finishing the whiskey and turning back to gesture to Lawry for another.
It was obviously going to be a trying night.
Jenna sighed gustily as Morganna turned back. "I was so hoping you would know if Mr. Badass could really last for hours. His subs don't talk."
"I have no idea," Morganna revealed drolly. "Craig wasn't too pleased to find out where I was. He dragged me out."
"Straight into a drive-by shooting, too!" Jenna suddenly exclaimed. "I almost forgot about that."
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There was something wrong with the world when the subject of a man's stamina was more important than a supposed friend's near murder.
When this operation was over, it might be time to
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