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women’s bath—”
    Now that I got a full-on view of her, I swallowed back my
words, unable to take my eyes off her. Gio brushed aside the people groping at
her and crooked her finger at me. Her lips were pursed, her eyes glazed with
what I assumed to be arousal. My pussy responded on its own. It clenched and
wetness seeped out and soaked my thong.
    My jaw tensed, some sort of territorial reaction to all these
people drooling over her. But I still wanted her like mad. Or maybe I longed
for her because they all wanted her too. Could the competition—something
I’d rarely had to deal with—be turning me on?
    Frank crossed his arms, his eyes widened. “Hell if that doesn’t
get me off watching her be the center of attention, just like you always did.
But damn, it makes me green-eyed with jealousy at the same time.”
    “You already have green eyes. And dazzling ones at that.”
    He glanced away from Giovanna and gave me his full
attention. Our gazes met and held for a breathless moment. “Thank you. But
yours are way more dazzling than mine.”
    My pulse thrummed. I couldn’t get a single word out. All I
could do was smile up at him.
    He slid his arm around my waist but swung his interest back
to Giovanna. “You know, that feeling of jealousy fucking sucks.”
    “No kidding.” I said it under my breath, not sure if he
heard me or not over the music and the crowd. I couldn’t decide if my envy was
rooted in Frank’s lust for Giovanna or hers for Frank. Probably both. I didn’t
really care at the moment though, because my attention zoned in on her.
    So hot.
    Gio danced herself to a squat and grasped the bars. My mouth
watered. I got a peep of her bare, moist pussy. She had her knee-high black
boots on and her dress put back together, but oh how I had an urge to peel it
back off her.
    Her gaze traveled over me, touching me with domination and
possessiveness, the way she’d ground her pussy into my mouth while she’d
reached for her orgasm. I’d loved my first taste of pussy and was pleased it
had been with her. The strippers I’d played around with on stage or the female
club members I’d teased in the back room never interested me. It had been
nothing more than work.
    But Giovanna, she was different. She fascinated me, turned
me on like crazy. And she was connected to Frank, not some stranger or shallow
stripper. That somehow gave it extra appeal and made me feel safe. I couldn’t
wait to have her soft mouth on my pussy, to see if it would be gentler than a
man’s touch. And to see if I also dug being on the recipient end of a woman’s
attention.
    I snorted. Right. Since I had enjoyed pleasing her, I doubt
I wouldn’t enjoy being pleased by her.
    “That does it. I’m getting my hands on her.” Frank pushed
past the few people who stood in his way and dropped to his knees in front of
Gio. He reached through the bars, slipped his hand behind her neck and drew her
mouth to his. He kissed her deeply and thoroughly while he stroked her bare
thigh.
    The crowd cheered and whistled. Someone shouted, “Do it, you
hot piece of ass. Suck him off.”
    They broke the kiss and Giovanna nodded, giving him a wicked
grin.
    I glided closer and stopped at Frank’s side.
    “Ooh no, darlin’. You already know I’m a cop,” he said to
Giovanna. “As much as I want to I can’t take the chance. I could lose my job if
word of this got back to the chief.”
    She shoved her hand down his pants and groped him. “All right.
Your choice, handsome. You miss out, I won’t.”
    He sucked in a breath. His nostrils flared. “Aw man, why are
you doing this to me?”
    “Doing what?” She lifted a shoulder. “You mean getting ready
to blow you off in front of all these hungry people?”
    Frank combed a hand through his hair, scanned the smoke-filled
room with indecision.
    And then—oh god help me—he stood, unzipped his pants and
shoved them down until they dropped to his ankles. His firm glutes peeped from
below his