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suit came up, nodding in Maddox"s direction before smiling at her.
    “Clarissa, this is Andrew Lockhart, my second in command. Andrew, this is Clarissa Alexander, and before you ask, yes, she"s that Clarissa Alexander, bad little rich girl.”
    “A pleasure.” Andrew"s green eyes twinkled as he looked at her.
    Clarissa took his outstretched hand and tried to look innocent. “They"re all lies, you know. Everything you"ve read.”
    “That"s too bad,” Andrew replied. “I rather liked the stolen moped story from Italy.”
    Clarissa barked out a laugh. “Well, maybe that one is true.”
    “I have a feeling they"re all true,” Maddox said with a playful shrug. He turned to Andrew. “Please have a bellhop take Ms. Alexander"s luggage and place it in the trunk of my car. Make sure to take all charges off her credit card.”

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    He turned to Clarissa. “You have a rental?”
    “Yes.”
    He watched her intently for a long minute, then turned to Andrew. “Have it returned to whichever agency it"s from.”
    Clarissa opened her mouth to object, closing it when he tipped the cigar toward her.
    “Yes, sir.” Andrew tipped an imaginary hat. “Ms. Alexander, we"ve enjoyed having you as a guest at the Moonglow. Please come back and see us anytime.”
    “A guest for all of two hours,” Clarissa said as he walked away. “And I"d like to keep my car.”
    “I have one you can use during the day.” He scooped up the cards and put them back in the case.
    “A little measure of control,” she whispered, looking up to him for confirmation.
    When he just gave her a slight smile, she looked at her card. “Are you not worried that everyone will know we"re fucking?”
    “We haven"t fucked. Yet.” He put the cigar back in his mouth.
    “Do you ever smoke that thing?”
    “One a week,” he said around it, chewing on the end.
    “Why only one?”
    “It"s a guilty pleasure,” he replied. “If I allowed myself to smoke more than that, it would become a habit. My discipline helps me to enjoy the one I allow myself.”
    “I see. Does that mean you"ll only fuck me once a week?”
    Amusement made the edges of his eyes crinkle. “No, you"re about to become my favorite habit. You"ll get my dick more than once a week.”
    Pleasure shot up her body at his words. She rotated her hips, the coin resting in her pussy, rubbing her soft folds. “Then fuck me. Please.”
    “Not yet.” He leaned forward, placed his hand on her knee, and slowly slid it under her dress. His thumb caressed the inside of her thigh, and he gently squeezed the soft flesh. “Don"t worry, you"ll get my dick. In your pussy, your mouth, and your ass, but all in good time. We have things to discuss first, and I have a meeting in twenty minutes. I won"t be done here until around seven. Why don"t you do some sightseeing?
    Or if you don"t want to do that, I keep a room here. Andrew will let you in.”
    “Maybe that"s what I"ll do. I can go play with my pussy while you work.” She licked her lips, a little disconcerted when he didn"t respond as she"d hoped.
    “No, that"s against the rules for the afternoon. You can sightsee or gamble or drink, eat, watch TV. You will not touch your pussy for pleasure until we see each other again. The same goes for your breasts or your ass. Do I make myself clear?”
    Clarissa nodded. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and she whispered, “Yes.”
    “Yes, Sir.”

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    “Yes, Sir.” Pleasure swept through her again, and she wondered how she would make it through the afternoon without an orgasm. Her body felt as if it were on fire.
    He stood and cupped the back of her head, caressing her neck through her hair.
    He kissed her forehead, then put his lips near her ear. “Meet me here at seven.”
    Maddox took a few steps away, stopping when she called his name. “What"s the card for?” She held up the ace of spades.
    “You"ll find out. And I think you"ll be very pleased with it.” He moved off,