Midnight Sex Shop (7 page)

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 hanging 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.