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even if he was caught up in watching them, too…well, that just meant he was a normal guy—it didn’t mean he wanted his girlfriend to leap on the stage and join them.
    “Sorry,” he said when he caught her glance, then offered an endearingly sheepish smile.
    “Nothing to apologize for. They’re lovely,” she added.
    “Still, I can’t believe I brought you here.” He shook his head as if reprimanding himself.
    “Get over it already,” she said laughingly. “It’s not a big deal. Now, do you see your friend?”
    Jordan looked around and, a moment later—while Lynda watched the nurse stroke one long finger lightly over her cunt , eliciting a collective groan from at least half the men in the room—he announced, “Yeah, I see him.” Taking her hand, he led her through the plush, dark surroundings where she noticed the occasional naked girl giving a lap dance to some lusty-eyed guy whose expression dripped sex.
    “Jordan,” called a man with a slight southern accent, pushing to his feet from a half-circle booth set against a wall. He shook Jordan’s hand and Lynda couldn’t help noticing that he was tall and blond, in his early thirties, and looked like just the type of guy she’d love to party with if Jordan wasn’t in her life.
    The guy went about introducing Jordan to two other men, both a little older, but pleasant-looking, indicating that one of them, Nate , was “my buddy from Baton Rouge”.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were going to be in town,” Jordan said to Nate , his deep voice just barely audible above the thumping, sexy music, “or I’d have taken you out to dinner to talk business. As it is, I can only stay a minute as I’m on a date. Gentlemen, my lovely lady, Lynda Phelps.”
    Lynda smiled her hellos, making eye contact with each man, finally ending on Jordan’s blond friend—Steven, if she remembered right. She found his gaze an appreciative one, with a tendency to drop to her chest, and she didn’t mind. It only upped the temperature of her cunt , which had been growing hungrier with each passing moment since they’d arrived on Bourbon.
    “Lovely indeed,” Steven said.
    “And a trouper, too,” Jordan pointed out on a soft laugh. “Didn’t even blink about coming in here with me.”
    “You know,” Steven said, sounding like a more casual guy than her lover, “I wouldn’t have forced the issue so much if I’d realized you were gonna bring your date here with you.”
    Clearly, he’d expected Jordan to dump her off for the evening before joining the guys. Which made her want to show them she could hold her own. “Don’t worry—I can appreciate the appeal of a sexy girl.” She glanced toward the stage where the three nude dancers still swayed in the motions of simulated sex.
    “My kind of woman,” Steven laughed, gaze still wandering downward to her cleavage.
    “Too bad, because she’s very taken.” Jordan slid an arm around her waist and lowered a short kiss to her mouth, and even just that made her thighs tremble with need. “And we need to take off quickly, as I said, so shall we talk business, Nate ?”
    With that, Jordan stepped closer to the older man and Steven scooted over on the long, curving seat that faced the stage, offering Lynda a place next to him. She took it with a smile, then boldly turned her attention to the entertainment. She knew he watched her, noticing that she wasn’t shy about enjoying the dancers, and that he liked it. Would Jordan notice, too? Or would he be too busy talking spy gadgets? And if he did notice, what would he think? Would he be appalled, as she’d always assumed, or aroused?
    She feared the only thing making her this brave was the wine from dinner—apparently just now fully hitting her as she experienced that floaty , happy feeling a little intoxication could bring.   She watched the nurse bend over, holding onto her pole, to get a spanking from the brunette, who now brandished a nice leather flogger much