#2 Dangerous Games (3 page)

Morganna lifted her drink as she shook her head firmly. Hell no. She was out for a while. She hit the glass for another long swallow, wondering at the tingling at the back of her neck. Reaching back, she rubbed at the skin beneath her hair, looking around casually, wondering why she was suddenly so uncomfortable.

She drained the soda, setting the glass on the table as it began to vacate, nominally, as the crowd moved for the floor.

Pulling her hair over her shoulder, she sighed in relief at the brush of a breeze over her nape.

"Another drink, Morganna?" Sandoval Mitchell watched her with dark eyes, his expression somber, watchful. He was like that. Always so serious it made her wonder why he even came here. He didn't dance much, rarely flirted. He just seemed to enjoy being on the outskirts of the crowd, always watching.

Morganna knew most of the people gathered around her. It would be the same no matter which club she
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hit in town. Most were regulars, and some were even harmless. But mixed in were a few deadly individuals intent on destroying lives. It was the deadly Morganna was looking for.

"No, thank you, Sandy." She smiled back at him warmly as she leaned back in the chair, taking the seat Jenna had vacated. "I think I'm good for the night."

His dark eyes flashed with disappointment. He was kind of cute, in an immature way. He was a player here, not really into the scene in any serious way. He dressed the part with the black leather pants, leather vest, and boots but just didn't quite pull it off.

"Would you like to dance?" The request was made with charming politeness. He was one of the few men there who wasn't a wolf.

As she opened her lips to speak, she froze, staring over Sandy's shoulder in shock and amazement. It couldn't be Clint.

She watched as the tall, broad body moved through the crowd, wide shoulders displayed perfectly in the snug black T-shirt he wore, the muscles of his arms bulging, the tight, hard abs flexing. Long, muscular legs ate up the distance, encased in snug denim, cupping a bulge that drove her imagination wild and made her mouth water.

His black hair was longer than it had been last time she saw him, but it was still fairly short, brushed back from his face and emphasizing the strong, fierce features that had haunted so many of her nights. And his eyes. Deep, almost black, a midnight blue that made her heart beat faster, made her hungry in a way no other man could.

What the hell was he doing here?

She had no intention of waiting around to find out. There were a few things that Clint didn't know about her life, and Morganna found that she liked it that way. It kept her life running much smoother and without the hassle of worrying about him poking his nose into a career choice that had turned out to be exactly what she was looking for.

Moving quickly to her feet, Morganna headed in the opposite direction, hoping to make it to the ladies'

room before he caught sight of her or caught her. She wasn't stupid; he was coming for her and she knew it. She could feel it.

She pushed through the throng, glancing behind her and feeling a start of apprehension sear her chest at the intent, primal expression on his face. Yep, he was after her, and he was gaining on her fast. Too fast.

She pushed harder at the bodies blocking her way, weaving her way through the crowd as she fought to get to the bathroom. Once she was there it would be simple to send out an SOS to her backup and get Clint off her back. She couldn't risk it now, riot while she could be seen, heard.

The primal beat of the music emphasized the pounding of her heart as she glanced behind her again. He was closer, stalking her, his expression intent, carnal. Dangerous.

She broke through the mass of bodies and streaked toward the long hallway that led to the bathrooms as well as the private rooms reserved for sexual play. Too bad she hadn't thought to reserve one; she
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could have locked herself in. But the bathroom was just ahead, the small neon light clearly lit over the doorway.

Her hand touched the door as she went to lean her weight into opening it, but hard hands gripped her hips, nearly picked her up from the floor, and began to propel her forward.

"You should have headed for the exit," Clint said into her ear. "You might have actually escaped then.

What the hell are you doing here?"

Shock held her speechless as he paused at one of the private rooms, swiped a card through the security lock, and propelled her through the open door.

It wasn't a bedroom; there was no sleeping done here. This was a sex room.

A large box bed sat in the middle of the room. There were shelves of sex toys, a wall hung with small whips and quirts. Manacles hung from the wall over the bed and chains with leather straps led from the floor at each corner of the bed.

And Clint had a key to it. Which meant he knew what the hell went on in here. Even more, this was his personal room, reserved for him alone. He would have placed the toys here, the manacles, the accoutrements of the erotic and extreme.

Shock plunged through her body. She had known he was dominant, highly sexual. But she had never suspected this.

"Fancy seeing you here." She swung around, opening her eyes guilelessly as she stared back at him, fighting to calm her racing heart. "And you're not wearing leather, either. Aren't you breaking some kind of unwritten Dom rule?"

He stared back at her. Morganna fought to keep her expression a bit mocking, rather than slack with amazement. And here she had thought she knew everything there was to know about her best friend's brother.

"Is that look a permanent part of your expression? I don't think I've seen a change in years," she accused him lightly when he didn't speak. "Most people try for a little variety sometimes, you know?"

"Is complete insanity a part of your personality?" he asked in turn. "I'm starting to think I should have let Reno tan your backside when he caught you slipping from your bedroom window years ago."

Morganna rolled her eyes and fought to keep from showing her nervousness. "Reno wasn't going to 'tan my backside' then any more than he would now. He was all bluff."

His lips tightened. Clint wasn't all bluff, and she knew it.

"You need to be spanked," he growled, shooting her a brooding look as he strode to the small bar.

She stared around the room again. "Well, if punishment were my thing, then you would be the man to come to. Tell me, do you really use this stuff?"

He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze moving to the toys and sexual paraphernalia.

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"Sometimes." He shrugged. "Some subs almost require it."

She raised her brows. "Does it turn you on?"

His gaze flickered as it returned to her. "Would you like to find out?"

It didn't turn him on. She could see it in his eyes, in his voice. Sometimes she knew Clint better than she knew herself. And she knew the look in his eyes as he answered her. A look of wary regret.

"I think I'll pass tonight." She smiled back. But when he turned away from her, Morganna jumped for the door. The knob wouldn't turn.

"You need a key," he informed her calmly as he poured a drink before turning back to her.

Damn, he looked like a Dom. Brooding sexuality swirled around him as he lifted the short glass to his lips and tipped it back. When he lowered it again, his blue eyes seemed to burn into her.

"I asked you a question. Answer me."

She crossed her arms beneath her breasts as she faced him challengingly. "What do you think I'm doing here, Clint? It's a club, isn't it?"

His jaw bunched before he brought the glass to his lips again and finished the drink. He looked even less pleased than normal. But he did look sexy. Hell, he always looked sexy.

"You know what kind of club it is." His voice was hard, dark. The hunger slipping into it had her nipples peaking beneath her top, the flesh between her thighs moistening.

"So I do." She fought to control her breathing, as well as her reaction to him.

She knew exactly what kind of club it was and she knew the type of men who reserved these rooms.

Realizing that Clint was one of those men had both fear and excitement racing through her.

"So I'm asking you again. What are you doing here?"

She had never heard that tone of voice before from him. Rasping, filled with lust. It shook her to her core. "Now, Clint, why do you think I'm here?" She cocked her hip and propped her hand on it, watching his eyes flare and loving the response. This was a side of him she had never seen. A side that fascinated her, drew her. Shocked her.

"That's what I was asking you," he finally snapped. "Honestly, Morganna, I can't come up with a single reason why you would be here."

"Of course not-you're too busy trying to convince yourself I'm complexly nonsexual and therefore unthreatening." She shrugged. "I'm not responsible for your self-delusions."

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Daring him was never a good idea, but she couldn't seem to help herself. Some imp of self-destruction was lodged in her brain and playing hell with her sense of self-preservation.

He set the glass on the bar then, and before her stunned gaze he sat down in the plush chair beside it and stared back at her.

His expression was so filled with lust, with carnal knowledge, that the fires burning in her body since she first caught sight of him began to flame higher.

"Sexual, are you?" He flashed her a hard look. "Since when?"

"I don't kiss and tell," she informed him with a polite smile. "A girl needs to have a little mystery, Clint."

His blue eyes gleamed in assessment. Oh, now that look was interesting. If a little scary.

God, why hadn't she known this about him?

"Come over here."

His voice was lower, darker, suggestive. His tall frame slouched in the chair, his legs splayed out before him as he stared back at her with that brooding, hot look. So hot it made her flush, made her breathe in nervously as she gathered her courage and stepped closer.

"Closer." He lifted a hand from the chair arm, his fingers beckoning her closer.

"Why?" She didn't trust this new Clint in any way whatsoever.

"So I can show you why little girls shouldn't play grownup games," he growled. "Come on, Morganna; show me how grown-up you think you are."

MORGANNA FELT HER HEART RACING, a fine Sweat breaking out over her skin. She hadn't expected this from Clint, not in a million years. In her deepest fantasies, he played a lot of little sex games with her, but she had to admit, she would have never expected the dominant, forceful imaginings to meet with reality.

'This isn't a good idea." She fought to breathe, to push the words past the constriction in her throat and the arousal pulsing through her.

"We're agreed." His eyes narrowed further. "Don't make me come and get you, Morganna. Come here now."

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Come here now. The rough demand sent her senses careening.

As she tensed to move, a soft voice sounded in her ear, interrupting the sensual spell building in her head.

"Do you need backup?"

Agent Joe Merino and his team was her backup. A crack four-man DEA unit that she had worked with for the past six months. She was the bait on this assignment. Something that it really wouldn't be a good idea to let Clint know. And Merino was listening to every word said.

"No." She kept her voice firm as she stared back at Clint, a hint of defiance in her face. She could feel a flush building in her face at the thought of the ears listening.

Clint couldn't see the small receiver in her ear, but that didn't mean she was safe. It wouldn't take a genius to realize what it was if he got close enough, and he was intent on getting real damned close. She could see it in his eyes, in his expression; she could feel it in the hunger building in her own body.

Clint quirked his lips, certain she was talking to him. And perhaps in a way she was. The eroticism of the room, the sheer disbelief that she was in it with him, blew her mind. Clint was a Dom? It was almost too much to believe. And she had been defying him for as long as she could remember, challenging him, daring him to take what she had always sensed he desired. She just had no idea how intent he could become on what he wanted.

"I couldn't believe it when I saw you out on that dance floor," he murmured, his gaze going over her slowly, sending flames licking over her body wherever he touched. "Dressed like a man's greatest sexual fantasy, an innocent little schoolgirl, ready and willing to be used. Scared now, little girl?"

More than he knew.

"Perhaps uninterested," she answered instead. "I didn't accept an invitation into this room, Clint. You pushed me into it. I believe that's against the rules."

She heard Merino curse in her ear. He knew Clint, and he knew the whole operation was at risk now.

Just as she did. How she played this out could mean the difference between success and failure.

And she couldn't forget Merino was listening. She was frantic to get out of the room before Clint actually touched her. He had the ability to make her mindless. Good God, she couldn't afford to be mindless while Joe and his entire team were listening. She would never live it down.

She stepped back from Clint then, turning to allow her gaze to rove over the small room. She had to get out of there, fast. All Clint would have to do was touch her and she would be putty in his hands.

"Morganna, you're playing a very dangerous game with the wrong man," Merino hissed in her ear. As though she didn't already know that.

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"Morganna, don't play with me. You won't like the consequences," Clint's voice overrode Merino's as Morganna bit her lip at the insanity of the situation.