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The position only added to the ache between her legs. “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that.”
    “I’ll find out.”
    Mandy shrugged.
    Bending at the waist so his eyes were level with hers, he pinched a lock of her hair between his finger and thumb. “I could get you banned from every club in the state.”
    She wondered if he was bluffing. “For what?”
    “None of them look too kindly on people bringing cameras into their establishments. All I’d have to do is show them this.” He pulled her camera from his pocket.
    She believed him. “You got me. I did sneak a camera in here. And I brought one into your private party. And you know I’m working as a private investigator. Still, you invited me in here. Why?”
    “So I could get this from you before you used it.” He toyed with the camera, a long, tapered finger tracing its length. She could almost imagine him touching her like that, his finger tracing down the hollow of her stomach.
    Her brain was turning to mush. She struggled to think, to respond, to say something. “That’s all? You tricked me into coming in here with you just so you could pick my pocket?” Then a moment of clarity came to her. “Wait, you had the camera before I’d even come into this room. I know you did.”
    His fingers curled into her hair. He bent down, until his nose was in the crook of her neck, and inhaled. So much for clarity. So much for her brain. “Maybe you’re right.” His teeth rasped her neck. “Maybe I wanted to punish you.”

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    T his woman was tormenting him. In a bad way. In a good way. Good and bad. And damn if she didn’t deserve to be punished for what she’d done, both intentionally and unintentionally. His body was on fire. He needed to feed, but Bruce wasn’t there and he was in no condition to go find him. Why? Because his cock’s throbbing was far more agonizing at the moment than the hunger burning in his belly. He wanted to fuck Amanda. No, he needed to fuck her.
    She was wet.
    She was ready.
    But he couldn’t take her now.
    He fought to rein in his baser urges as he nipped her neck, drawing the scent of her need deep into his lungs. He could taste her arousal in the air, could imagine her wet pussy folds glistening as he parted them to slide his tongue inside her.
    His cock, already so hard it hurt, twitched. How he longed to tear off his trousers and shove his cock into her lush mouth, to lick her pussy until she begged him to take her.
    Soon.
    He nibbled on her ear and smiled as a coat of goose bumps puckered over her shoulder. He loved to watch her body react to him, to his look, his touch. He could only imagine how she’d react to his kiss. Her breasts were rising and falling swiftly, the points of her nipples poking at the smooth material of her top. He imagined pulling one of them into his mouth and drawing hard on them.
    “W-what are you going to do?” she asked, her soft voice breathy.
    “What do you think I should do?” His fingers still wound in her hair, he moved down her body until one of those little visible peaks was directly in front of his mouth. He looked up into her dilated eyes. “Should I torment you until you beg me to stop?”
    Her lips parted. Her eyes widened. But she didn’t speak.
    He took that as a yes and closed his mouth over her covered nipple, capturing it between his teeth.
    “Oh, God.” Beneath him, she arched her back like a cat, pushing her breast against his face.
    He flicked his tongue over the hard tip, up and down, up and down. Releasing one hand from her silken hair, he found the other nipple and pinched it between his finger and thumb.
    She slammed her hands on the swell of his shoulders, curling her fingers and digging her nails into his flesh. The pleasure-pain only amplified his need.
    “I’m going to punish you until you can’t take any more.” Taking his cue from her reaction, he pulled her shirt up, exposing her tits to his hungry eyes. Damn, those were two of the most perfect tits