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tilted her head and considered me.

I shook my finger at her. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t even try.”

She laughed.

“The mask stays on,” I told her.

She gave a good-natured shrug. “Okay, my mysterious friend.”

We approached the stairway to the second floor.

“So what’s on the agenda tonight, G?” she asked flirtatiously. Seemed like she was getting more comfortable with the place. And me.

“Well,” I said as we climbed the steps. “I have ideas. But what about you?”

She took my hand, surprising the hell out of me, especially after the way she took off last time. “I have an idea or two.”

I led her to the quietest spot available—a small, empty loveseat in a semi-dark corner. I got her champagne and for myself, the usual.

After a long draw on her bubbly, she settled into the seat’s cushions. “I’m starting to see some familiar faces now that I’ve been here a few times. I wonder how many members there are.”

She looked around the mezzanine and turned to me as if expecting an answer.

Now that I knew she wasn’t a pain in the ass, but just trying to get ahead at work, I felt for her and for some crazy reason was driven to help. She wasn’t likely to learn much more about the club than what she could gather with her own eyes. Her inquiries were drawing attention—and not the good kind.

She waved her hand to encompass the whole room. “Would you happen to know?”

I shrugged.

“Why is this place so secretive? I just don’t get it.”

“C’mon. Can you seriously ask that question?” I said.

She raised her eyebrows. “Why not? What’s wrong with being curious?”

Was she really that na?ve?

“Sa—silly girl.” Shit, I’d almost slipped. “Those of us who come here want our privacy protected.”

“So the thought is that if you don’t ask questions, no one will ask you questions back?”

“Now you’re getting it.” I patted her head.

She laughed.

I looked her up and down, and damn if her tits didn’t hang just right under that silky fabric. She had the perfect rack for going braless, and I couldn’t wait much longer to get my hands on her.

I wanted to help her, but I wanted to protect my privacy a lot more.

Chapter 29

Saffi

Ugh.

G still refused to fork over even a bit of information about the club.

Who knew this would be so hard? What a lesson learned. To have thought I could just waltz in and uncover all the club’s secrets to share with the world. What the hell had I been thinking? No wonder Ed had been on my ass for a draft. He didn’t believe I could do this.

And now I was beginning to wonder if I could, too.

But I wasn’t going to dwell on that. I couldn’t give up yet. I was in the company of the sexy and mysterious G, and even with his blasted mask, he still got my panties wet. God, what if he was hideous behind that thing?

Well, it’s not like I was going to marry him.

He reached for my erect nipple, straining against the clingy jersey of my dress. Scooping just inside the low neckline, he pushed the stretchy fabric out of the way. When he made contact with my flesh, his fingers tightened just until the pain became too much, as if he could read my mind.

I dropped my head, savoring the tingling that shot from my breast straight to my core.

His other hand reached for my cheek and stroked it slowly. As his hand wandered along my jaw, his other one grabbed a fistful of my hair and held it tight.

“You wanna play with me, little girl?” he growled.

The power in his voice sent me to an unfamiliar place, one that was scary and exhilarating. Paralyzed with an aching lust, all thoughts aside from being ravished fled my mind. It was disorienting, and yet I knew exactly what I wanted.

I pushed his hands away, causing him to stiffen. Unable to see his face, it was the only way I could read him. But I didn’t care. He’d be very happy in a few short moments.

I left the couch to drop to my knees. He relaxed back on the sofa to watch me fumble with his belt and fly, and finally free his hard cock to enjoy for the first time.

A drop of precum hung from its tip. I ran my finger to scoop it up to my lips. With closed eyes, I savored his salty essence, sliding my finger in and out of my mouth with his