Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) by Lora Leigh Page A

through her blood as she felt the absence of the receiver that Joe hadn’t replaced.
    The fact that Craig hadn’t stopped by the house or been waiting in the parking lot to check her in was telling. The team’s black van was in place, though, which meant they were watching something.
    She took a hard sip of the glass Lawry set in front of her, then breathed deep against the fire burning to her stomach. That easy, she had been dumped. Because of Clint.
    She turned on the stool, holding the glass in one hand as she leaned back against the hardwood bar behind her and stared out over the heads of the crowd packed into the cavernous room. The raised bar floor allowed those at the bar to survey most of the room.
    She found Craig first, staring back at her from a slouch against one of the large pillars placed strategically to bear the weight of the roof in such a large area. She followed his gaze then to a table set back from the dance floor but not quite in the 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?”
    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 as 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?”