Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) by Lora Leigh Page B
Authors: Lora Leigh
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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.”
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 find a new haunt. These clubs were just getting on Morganna’s nerves. Hell, they had been getting on her nerves before Cindy was killed. Morganna loved the dance, but she hated the feeling of being hunted, a slab of meat on the table of sensuality. She sighed at the thought.
“It’s nice to know my near demise blipped your radar, Jenna,” she laughed. “Why don’t you go play? I need to chill out for a while. It’s been a killer week.”
As Morganna watched the crowd, she was aware of Jenna’s probing look.
“You’re looking for a new Dom,” Jenna piped up. “You’ve dropped Craig then?”
“Craig never had me; he was just in the running. That’s all.”
“Who else was in the running?”
Morganna turned back to her, aware that the “mouth of the South” title hadn’t been given to Jenna without reason. Her lips quirked. “At the moment, no one. Go play, girlfriend, and let me finish my drink.”
Jenna giggled, a sound that really didn’t suit the thirty-something legal secretary. She hopped off her bar stool,though, and with a little wiggle of her hips headed back into the throng.
Morganna’s gaze slid back to Clint and his little redheaded sub. He was currently caressing her arm absently, running his fingers up and down the slender limb as she clearly telegraphed her arousal, her readiness to fuck.
The perfect little sub. There wasn’t a chance she was going to convince a dealer she had to be drugged to accept Clint.
Morganna sighed. There was no way she could sit there so passively beneath his touch. She watched the girl’s body language, the obvious sense of waiting, of anticipation. It was completely opposite Clint’s. He looked almost bored as he glanced around.
His gaze roved over the dance floor, the crowd, then lifted to the bar. Morganna knew the moment he saw her. His hand paused on the other woman’s arm, his eyes narrowing as his jaw clenched.
Morganna lifted her drink mockingly in recognition of his awareness of her and tilted her head in acknowledgment before she turned away from him again. As luck would have it, her gaze locked on a shadowy corner and the couple there.
The guy was big, tall, and broad; his companion, what you could see of her, was short, full-bodied. Her head was thrown back in pleasure as the man bent to her breasts. Morganna could see very little, but she saw enough to know what was going on.
She swirled the liquor in her glass as she watched with open curiosity. Could she do that? It was damned arousing to watch, to see the sexual act playing out, the way the male lifted the woman, aligning his hips with hers, and moved.
The long skirt of the woman’s dress hid anything from view, but it was more than obvious what he was doing. For a moment, just a moment, Morganna felt Clint’s touch again, his lips at her nipple, his tongue lashing it. His hips betweenhers, the thick length of his erection grinding against her. The image was broken as someone moved in front of her, then stopped.
She lifted her eyes slowly, amused curiosity filling her as she met
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.”
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 find a new haunt. These clubs were just getting on Morganna’s nerves. Hell, they had been getting on her nerves before Cindy was killed. Morganna loved the dance, but she hated the feeling of being hunted, a slab of meat on the table of sensuality. She sighed at the thought.
“It’s nice to know my near demise blipped your radar, Jenna,” she laughed. “Why don’t you go play? I need to chill out for a while. It’s been a killer week.”
As Morganna watched the crowd, she was aware of Jenna’s probing look.
“You’re looking for a new Dom,” Jenna piped up. “You’ve dropped Craig then?”
“Craig never had me; he was just in the running. That’s all.”
“Who else was in the running?”
Morganna turned back to her, aware that the “mouth of the South” title hadn’t been given to Jenna without reason. Her lips quirked. “At the moment, no one. Go play, girlfriend, and let me finish my drink.”
Jenna giggled, a sound that really didn’t suit the thirty-something legal secretary. She hopped off her bar stool,though, and with a little wiggle of her hips headed back into the throng.
Morganna’s gaze slid back to Clint and his little redheaded sub. He was currently caressing her arm absently, running his fingers up and down the slender limb as she clearly telegraphed her arousal, her readiness to fuck.
The perfect little sub. There wasn’t a chance she was going to convince a dealer she had to be drugged to accept Clint.
Morganna sighed. There was no way she could sit there so passively beneath his touch. She watched the girl’s body language, the obvious sense of waiting, of anticipation. It was completely opposite Clint’s. He looked almost bored as he glanced around.
His gaze roved over the dance floor, the crowd, then lifted to the bar. Morganna knew the moment he saw her. His hand paused on the other woman’s arm, his eyes narrowing as his jaw clenched.
Morganna lifted her drink mockingly in recognition of his awareness of her and tilted her head in acknowledgment before she turned away from him again. As luck would have it, her gaze locked on a shadowy corner and the couple there.
The guy was big, tall, and broad; his companion, what you could see of her, was short, full-bodied. Her head was thrown back in pleasure as the man bent to her breasts. Morganna could see very little, but she saw enough to know what was going on.
She swirled the liquor in her glass as she watched with open curiosity. Could she do that? It was damned arousing to watch, to see the sexual act playing out, the way the male lifted the woman, aligning his hips with hers, and moved.
The long skirt of the woman’s dress hid anything from view, but it was more than obvious what he was doing. For a moment, just a moment, Morganna felt Clint’s touch again, his lips at her nipple, his tongue lashing it. His hips betweenhers, the thick length of his erection grinding against her. The image was broken as someone moved in front of her, then stopped.
She lifted her eyes slowly, amused curiosity filling her as she met
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