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thighs.
    Then he pressed not one but two fingers into her hungry pussy and she screamed. Just as the first wave of her orgasm was about to wash over her, he jerked them out.
    “Noooo.” Her eyelids snapped open.
    Zane was sitting back with the world’s most wicked smile on his face. “See now?”
    Breathless and dizzy, she shook her head and tried to slap her knees back together. He stopped her. “See what?” she asked, her teeth clenched.
    “Was that punishment not pleasant? Did I lie?”
    She snapped her jaw shut and jerked her hands down to cover her burning pussy. “Is this just a game to you?”
    He wedged his body between her knees and caught her wrists in his fists, slamming them back up against the top of the couch. He leaned in until his mouth was almost touching hers. Dammit, did he know how to tease a girl. “No, this isn’t a game, Amanda. None of it.” He released her wrists and straightened up, and suddenly she felt small and vulnerable. His gaze flicked over her body. He licked his lips.
    She pulled her knees closed, clamping them against his legs to hide her swollen tissues. Her arms slid down her body, crossing over her breasts.
    He shook his head. “Those tits should never be hidden.” He moved away from her. “A drink?”
    “No thanks.” She scrambled for her shirt, which was hanging over the arm of the couch, yanking it over her head and pulling it over her still-tingling nipples. While he poured himself a glass of Perrier, she pushed to her feet, her focus on the door.
    “Don’t leave yet.”
    “I need to go.”
    Swiveling, he gave her a look she couldn’t quite read. He extended a hand, offering her a full glass of water. “You should stay for a few minutes. We need to talk.”
    “No. Can’t.” Feeling her face flushing, she tottered to the door, pulled it open, and stumbled out into the hallway. He didn’t follow her. Thank God. She took a few moments to get herself together. Once she was fairly certain she wouldn’t trip or stumble from being so wobbly kneed, she headed down the hallway, through the main dungeon, and out into the still, cool evening. She pulled in some much-needed fresh air as she made her way to her car.
    That was ...
    There were no words to describe tonight.
    As she flung herself into her car, she realized that they hadn’t talked about him turning her into the security staff at all the local dungeons. Would he?
    Did she care?
    Maybe it was time for a career change.

5
     
    “S he was wearing a red spandex bodysuit, a clown wig, and some Elton John sunglasses when she disappeared,” the petite woman sitting in Mandy’s office said matter-of-factly.
    Mandy scribbled down the description. “Was it Halloween ?”
    “No.” Blushing, the woman added, “Grandma Belton became a little eccentric after her stroke in ’02. She said she’s been given another chance at life and wants to live it to the fullest. I say she’s enjoying a second childhood and to hell with what people think. Whatever the case, her eccentricities make for some fun at family gatherings.”
    “I’m sure they do.”
    Dabbing her teary eyes with a tissue, the client sniffled. “She shot the turkey last Thanksgiving.”
    “At least it was fresh. I’ve heard fresh turkey is much better than frozen.”
    “No, it was already dead. It was already cooked.”
    “Oh.” Mandy scribbled down Possibly armed and dangerous.
    “The giblets landed in Dad’s hair.”
    “Oh, dear.”
    “Dad’s hair was blown clear across the room by the blast.”
    A very bizarre image of flying giblets and toupees flashed through Mandy’s mind. Changing the subject, she asked, “Did your grandmother have any medical conditions that might contribute to her disappearance? Schizophrenia? Dementia? Alzheimer’s?”
    “No. Her mind was as sharp as a tack.”
    “Did your grandmother have any friends nearby?”
    “Yes.”
    That was encouraging. “Do you have their names?”
    “I have the names and phone