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As sexy and inviting as she was, when the shit hit the fan with her boyfriend, she might be too shattered to even think about fooling around with another guy. And Jack was no mender of hearts. He was looking to have a good time with her, not dry her tears. Either way, though, he was beginning to think Liz wasn’t all that madly in love with old Todd and that maybe he had a very good shot at getting to know her better.
    He approached her with half a grin. “Hello there.”
    She returned the smile with the same sultry look she always seemed to cast his way. It made him forget about business a little more. “Hi,” she said, a sexy lilt in her voice.
    Part of him wanted to ask if she even cared about her fiancé, since from where he stood, she looked very ready to have some fun with him, but instead he decided to just see where it all led. “Ready?”
    “Yes.”
    They walked together toward Club Venus, but he warned her to be on guard—if either of them were to see Todd on the street, they’d need to duck out of view quickly.
    That didn’t happen, though, and they were soon stepping inside. “Enjoy,” the doorman said after taking Jack’s money, and Jack placed a hand at the small of Liz’s back to guide her into the plush room of sin.
    The place was more crowded than the other night, because it was later in the evening, and while he watched Liz looking around, focusing on the various stages where the women danced, he slipped a college-aged kid fifty bucks to give up the table he shared with two other guys. It was the same small booth in the back where he’d sat the other night, more secluded than tables closer to the various stages.
    He took Liz’s hand, motioning her toward the small semi-circular booth.
    “Like a drink?”
    She drew her eyes from the main stage where a buxom blonde had stripped down to a Stetson and chaps, breasts bouncing as she danced, then lifted her pretty gaze to him. Damn, he wanted her—right here, right now. Maybe bringing her here wasn’t a smart idea. He’d intended to keep his pants zipped—at least until the case was finished, until he’d proven to her what she wanted to know about her fiancé—but at the moment, he wasn’t sure he could stick to his own rule.
    “A screwdriver,” she said. “Tell them to make it strong.”
    He grinned. “Gotcha.”
    As Jack ordered their drinks from a gorgeous young girl in a tiny bikini, Liz kept watching the dancers. She knew she should be looking for Todd, or maybe a guy who looked something like Todd but wasn’t him, yet she couldn’t pull her eyes from the lush flesh being paraded all around her in the room. She’d felt herself surge with moisture upon first seeing Jack and now she felt it even more; her mound pulsed with heat as she watched the women play with their breasts, teasing the audience by wiggling their g-strings. Her own breasts felt large and achy, and when she dared glance down at herself in the semi-lit room, she saw her nipples jutting out, even through the bra beneath her dress. Of course, the dress was Lynda’s, and that meant it was a little snug over Liz’s bigger chest, and feeling the fabric stretch to hold her in only added to her arousal.
    She and Jack didn’t speak much. He paid for both their drinks, asked her if she needed anything else. Sex , she thought. I need you inside me so bad. But she didn’t say that, of course. She just kept watching the girls wriggle and sway and gyrate and tease, watched the breasts and legs and asses parade past her, let herself get drunk on the raw sensuality filling her senses. Before long, her eyes were drawn away from the stage—to darker corners where nearly naked girls danced in men’s laps, jiggled their chests before their eyes, rubbed themselves while the guys watched, while she watched. The entire room was dripping with undiluted, unrefined sex.
    “ Chere ,” Jack said.
    She looked up at him, let herself get lost in his eyes and felt her whole body melting,