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internal muscles and wiggled her hips, almost making him swallow his tongue.
    “Sweet, you’re killing me here.”
    “So move.”
    And he did. He powered into her with everything he had, hard, fast, demanding all of her on every stroke. Such passion couldn’t last. He slid his hand between their bodies and pinched her clit. She was hotter than hell and about as wicked.
    Once again she gripped him with all her internal muscles, and he knew that was the end of his control. This time, he pinched her clit using his thumbnail, and she shattered in his arms, bathing his cock with her scorching-hot cream and bringing him to a powerful release as he pumped into her again and again.
     

Chapter Three
    As they drove home, Aurelia said, “When I was brought out of the call center, there was a long line of police carrying loads of electronic equipment out of the barn. I’ve never been able to work out why a call center would need so much stuff. Or why it would be in the barn instead of in the house.”
    “Some of it was equipment to block cell phones and electronic bugs. There was no way to get cell phone reception or to listen in to any of their calls. I tried all that when I was watching the place,” said Niall.
    “Were they truly blocking our calls? We were told that the electronics for the call center just made cell phone reception a bit tricky.”
    “No, they were definitely blocking you.”
    “Besides,” said Mas, “lots of call centers actually use cell phones instead of the old-fashioned kind of phones these days.”
    “Do they really?” Aurelia stopped to think. “Then that makes whatever stuff they had in the barn even more important then.”
    “Yeah, I’m betting it was links to their other call centers and to whatever other businesses they were running. That’s one of the avenues of research I’m following,” said Mas.
    “How can you do that when we don’t even know their names or addresses or anything?”
    “I’ve got some shell company names from my first set of searches, when I was trying to get information for you. Companies tend to use the same names or same sorts of names over and over again. I guess it gets hard to remember everything, and it’s not like they can write incriminating stuff down all the time.”
    “So ‘Big Bad Wolf and Co.’ becomes ‘Wolf, Big Bad,’” joked Niall.
    “More like, ‘Mr. BB Wolf and Sons,’ but yes.”
    “Okay. When I’m home alone tomorrow, I’ll reread all the notes I made after you two freed me and see if I can think of any more hints and clues for you. I hate it that other people are being microchipped and brainwashed just because the economy here is in the toilet and they can’t get a decent job.”
     
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    Several days later, Aurelia was in Ormonde’s office, with spreadsheets and diagrams all over Ormonde’s beautifully polished, mahogany desk. Aurelia suddenly understood that Ormonde was high up in the accounting world, an important person, and once again, she felt a little overwhelmed that the other woman had time to think about her personal needs when huge companies, and CEOs, were likely lined up waiting to visit with her about million-dollar deals.
    Ormonde’s razor-sharp brain was very much in evidence. She nodded as Aurelia explained what she’d planned, and Ormonde’s few comments pinpointed accurately items that needed rearranging or fleshing out more.
    “That’s really good, Aurelia. I love the way you’ve designed the room with spaces for people to sit and talk in more intimate groups, as well as leaving a big area for dancing and just mingling. I’d forgotten that not everyone is interested in standing up for an hour or more at a time, and not just the very old either. Some people simply feel happier sitting in a small group of two or three.”
    Aurelia smiled. “I’ve measured the dimensions of the room pretty carefully. I think the math is good enough. It’s not like it really matters if we have ten chairs