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was creaming the leather beneath her and that the evidence of her arousal was going to be obvious as soon as she stood up.
    He waited until he could see she was a breath away from taking a header into panic again before giving in and deciding to it was time to give her something else to think about. “So tell me, Callie, what did your employer use as leverage to get you to agree to spy on Club Isola?” In his peripheral vision, Ian saw Jace’s chest tense as if he were holding his breath, no doubt his friend was trying desperately to not laugh out loud at the look on her face. Hope you don’t play poker, little sub, because every emotion writes itself all over your beautiful face.
    Ian could almost see Callie gathering herself up and preparing for battle. He was anxious to see if she’d try to lie to him. If she did, it would just give him more power over her, something she was going to learn a lot more about if he had his way. He just sat and waited as she seemed to be waging an internal battle. He didn’t have any doubt that she was trying to determine how much she could truthfully reveal without giving away everything.
    Leaning back in his chair, he just watched her and took stock of the exquisite woman sitting in front of him. Her hair wasn’t just blonde, it was actually several different shades of blonde layered together. The more it dried, the lighter and wavier it became. He’d been fascinated by its texture when he’d combed it earlier and wondered what it would feel like spread over his thighs as she sucked him down. Knowing that the mass of silky waves reached her sweet ass meant that when walked beside her and placed his hand at the small of her back, he’d be able to entangle his fingers in the golden curtain of curls. Fuck, that thought alone sent blood rushing south in a big way. She was small, probably just barely five feet tall. Her features were as close to perfect as he’d ever seen, and he briefly wondered for just a minute why she hadn’t been tagged by some ruthless ad agency whose agents wouldn’t have batted an eye at exploiting her perfection for their financial gain.
    While it was easy to get lost in her physical beauty, it was the core of her that attracted him the most. She was intriguing and appeared whip smart. He could see the intelligence dancing in her eyes as she watched him. She was trying to calculate the odds of coming out of this unscathed. Hell, it was almost fun to watch. Finally, she took a couple of steadying breaths, and then it looked like someone had let the air out of her. She sagged forward and said, “My kid sister’s tuition is due in a month. My boss knows I need the money so he’s holding this over my head. If I don’t get this story, I’ll be out of a job, my sister will be out of school, and I’ll likely end up out of my luxurious studio apartment. And quite frankly, it’s a real testament to how rotten my financial situation is that I should actually care about that place. Hell, I haven’t had heat or air conditioning for two years. Most of the electrical outlets don’t work, and the hot water heater died a week ago. The shower I took a few minutes ago was the first time I have been able to bathe in warm water in days because it takes forever to heat water on the stove for a bath. Gives you new respect for the pioneers, I tell ya. Have you ever tried to actually heat up enough water to warm a tub full of cold water? Well damn, of course you haven’t. What the hell am I thinking? Well, I’m here to tell you it just is not possible. You can check it if you want to, but I wouldn’t recommend it, your dangley parts would probably retreat so far you’d have to call in a search-and-rescue team.” She looked up just as a single tear breached the edge of her eye and trailed down her cheek and he could tell she was shaken by the feelings of vulnerability her honesty had only served to highlight.
    Dangley parts? What the fuck? Had she really just said that?