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kept her jacket and he also had her fuzzy house slippers, which she must’ve changed into before they started playing. Quinten collapsed in the spot on her other side, more lying on the couch than sitting, and looked up at her with pathetic puppy-dog eyes. He was still shirtless. She giggled and then went quiet. Ben saw where her eyes were drawn.
    Quinten hadn’t zipped all the way up, nor had he buttoned his fly. Ben’s cock hardened and time seemed to stop as she bit her soft lower lip. Quinten glanced at Ben, and he wondered if Camilla knew she was bookended by two willing slaves at the moment.
    “I gotta pee,” she whispered as she got up. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Ben hid a smile at the way she fled the room.
    Quinten looked at him, mostly clear-eyed. “When we got here, one of the screens was off her opened bedroom window. She thinks it blew off but it was propped against the house, at an angle. I didn’t tell her that because I didn’t want to scare her. I think your instincts about staying with her were all that kept her from catching an intruder in her house while she was alone.”
    “Did she leave her window open?”
    “She said she might have.”
    Ben nodded. “I’ll let Hank know. There’s not much he can do without more evidence.”
    Quinten rested his head against the couch. “I know, but you know she won’t go for us staying more than just this one night.” He bounced his head on the backrest of the couch. “This thing is comfortable.”
    “Good. It’s where we’re sleeping tonight.”
    “Hopefully not for a while. She was just telling me about her days as a stripper when you showed up.”
    Ben rolled his eyes and chuckled. “If you were aiming for a lap dance, she needed to be the one with fewer clothes on, not you.”
    “Nah, I was letting her win so she’d feel comfortable. Plus…” He patted his abdomen. “I was giving her a good long look at the Parks physique. A little temptation couldn’t hurt, right?”
    Ben groaned. “I wish I could argue with you.” He clammed up when he heard the bathroom door open and she returned on unsteady feet.
    They had to help her into the spot between them over the still-open recliner. She purred happily as she settled in.
    “Quinten tells me you were talking about your days as a dancer at the Dollhouse.”
    “Yeah.” She nodded, her eyes still bright. “It was mostly good. I made enough to pay for my schooling and my trip to Europe.”
    He’d never asked her much about those days because she kept that part of her life in the past. Maybe she’d share a little more if he asked. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted answers.
    “Did customers try to break the rules about touching?” Ben knew that Jake had a very strict “no touching” policy, which was one of the reasons he had the best staff—they knew they were going to be kept safe. Camilla had mentioned several times that she’d loved working for him. Now that he’d met three of the bouncers that had handled security there, he could see how that was possible. They didn’t look like they’d put up with shit from anyone.
    “Sure,” she said quietly. “It happened, especially if the men were new to the club or were drunk. But we were well cared for which made the job easier. I had a lot of regular customers who I enjoyed chatting with and dancing for.” She put her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, that probably sounded a little slutty, didn’t it?”
    “No,” Quinten said, a look of pain on his face. “I’d have been one of your regulars if I’d known about you.”
    Me too . Ben tried to stop imagining her rubbing up against Quinten as she danced for him but couldn’t help it. He imagined the two of them, side by side, with her smiling as she divided her attention between them in a lap dance. His cock grew hard and heavy, matching Quinten’s, judging by the bulge behind his fly. It was going to be a long night.
    “I don’t see how they could resist