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reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone, checked the clock. Her hour wasn"t up yet. In fact, it had twenty more minutes left on it.
    So what exactly was he doing? And where the hell had he gone?

    Maddox sat at the table, his gaze glued on Clarissa. It was obvious from the utter look of concentration on her face that she was close to orgasm. Good. He wanted her on edge, wanted her to feel the small claim he"d put on her body. When she moved, she felt it more. It hadn"t meant much when she was standing still, as she had been when she was talking to the two men.
    From the fatherly kiss the one had given her, he"d decided he was just that: her father. He"d seen photos of the store owner over the years, but seeing him tonight showed that the publicists were obviously only allowed to use older photos. The man was much older than what Maddox thought he would be.
    Of course he guessed Clarissa to be around thirty, and he knew she had two older sisters, one who was his age, thirty-six. Maddox had done his homework, because at one point he"d been tempted to ask Clay Alexander if he wanted to open a boutique in Moonglow. He"d dumped the idea, however, when he"d heard murmurings about how elitist Alexander was. Maddox"s casino wouldn"t be good enough for the Alexander name.
    He wondered how the old man would feel when he realized Maddox had set his sights on his youngest daughter. He watched as she scanned the room, then strode toward her friend Anna. He could tell from the way she held her hands, almost clenched into fists, that she was fighting against the pleasure building inside her.
    Good. That meant the chain and coin served their purpose, kept her on edge. Of course, thinking about the chain rubbing her clit kept him on edge too. She was the ideal submissive. She just didn"t realize it yet. Her adventurous nature was perfect, and 14
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    he couldn"t wait to see how she reacted to her first spanking, her first everything, for that matter.
    A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her look around for him, her hands on her generous hips. Her body was just right, luscious and full. Her dark hair would look beautiful when it hung down her naked back; her big brown eyes would seem even larger when she focused on her orgasm, on pleasing both of them.
    He glanced at his watch, then dug his cell from his pocket. He dialed a number from memory, then slugged back the rest of his scotch.
    “Yes, Master Maddox?”
    “Is that the way you answer a business phone?” Maddox shook his head in mock disgust, even though his friend Doyle Forster couldn"t see him. “I hate caller ID. I want to make a purchase.”
    “Terrific. Want me to outfit a dungeon for you at your host"s home? Does she have a free room? I"d love to see the look on her face when you start moving stuff in.”
    “I have a dungeon at home, and I don"t need one here, thank you very much.
    What I want is a selection of books, beginner"s books, delivered to Clarissa Alexander"s house. Do you know where she lives?”
    Doyle"s whistle made Maddox laugh. “Shooting high these days, are you? And yes, I know where she lives. Her father owns a lot of property, but it"s well-known she lives in one of his lavish apartments near the park. I"m sure I can find an apartment number. Will tomorrow do?”
    “No. Tonight.”
    “What? I"ve got a club to run, you know. I don"t have time to fill your special order right now.”
    “It"ll take you five minutes to pick out some books, put them in a box, and give them to a flunky to deliver. Five minutes.” He gave instructions on what to write on a card to place inside the box.
    “You owe me.” The phone clicked dead, and Maddox put it back in his pocket.
    Yes, he owed Doyle for the favor, and he owed Clarissa an orgasm. He would pay her debt right now. And they"d both savor every second of it.

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The press of a large, masculine hand against her back made Clarissa inhale sharply.
    “Come with me.” The