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you will have to drive there yourself.” The driver sounded truly terrified, voice high and screechy. The limo squealed to a stop and the he hurled headlong out his door, running for all he was worth.
    Cursing, Lars exited his door staying low, got behind the wheel, and took off. If luck was with him, the bad guys wouldn’t try again because Monaco was crawling with cops. Part and parcel of the casinos, there were almost as many of them as there were gamblers. Maybe that would work in his favor.
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    Tamara paraded slowly up and down their hotel suite, trying to mimic a stripper and feeling nauseated. Damn the luck! Jaret had waited on more heroin, saying he wanted sex for the first time since she’d begun hanging around with him. Fortunately, he was doing himself. She hadn’t offered, and he hadn’t asked. He’d get close, and then he’d go soft and curse her. “Look sluttier,” he gasped. “I’m almost there.”
    She strutted, bumping and grinding her hips. When that didn’t seem to do the trick, she tossed her head, hiding behind a sheaf of dark hair. Tamara racked her brain, trying to think of some exotic dancer moves, when he panted, “Do yourself.”
    “Huh?” She spun and glanced at him, something she’d been trying to avoid. His face was blotchy and he had his cock in a death grip, but at least it was still hard.
    “Sit in that chair,” he flung an arm outward, “and frig yourself. I like to watch.”
    She swallowed her surprise. This was a new development, but then everything since they’d returned to their rooms was. Why couldn’t he just shoot himself into oblivion and go to sleep? He reached over and slapped her ass with his free hand. “Move it, bitch.”
    Tamara practically leaped away from him, settled onto the indicated chair, and closed a hand over each breast. She twirled her nipples into peaks before moving a hand between her legs. It was a long time since she’d come. She rubbed a finger over her clit, surprised to feel it swell beneath her ministrations. Maybe she wouldn’t have to fake arousal. She shut her eyes, called up an image of the fine-looking blond from earlier that night, and rubbed herself. In no time, her hips bucked against her hand as an orgasm rocked through her.
    “Yes,” Jaret crowed from where he lay on the bed, jacking himself. “Do it again.”
    Tamara caught her breath. She’d been so lost in her fantasy of the blond stranger sinking his mythical long, hot cock inside her and fucking her senseless, she’d almost forgotten about Jaret.
    “Sure and you’re not wanting me to take care of you?” she asked, desperate to do something, anything, to get this over with faster, so she could get to the real business of the evening—killing him.
    He shook his head. “No, I get hotter watching than anything else.” His hand moved faster and faster on himself. “Frig yourself, babe. I want to watch you when I come.”
    She moved her fingers over her swollen clit again and shoved two fingers from her other hand inside her pussy. It felt damned good, too good. Her hands moved in a rhythm to match his as she thought of the blond again. She fingered her G-spot and shuddered against her hand about the same time he shrieked, and semen jetted from his red, swollen cock.
    “We’ll have to do that again, sweetheart,” he crooned. “It takes time to get to know one another.”
    You mean time to get comfortable letting your perversions swim to the surface. She bit back what she wanted to say and just smiled.
    He swung his legs over the side of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Thank fucking God. He’d dose himself now and be asleep in no time. She crawled under the covers and waited, feigning sleep. Sure enough, the bedsprings creaked, he rolled over, and was snoring within a few minutes.
    She kept an eye on the clock. When half an hour had passed, she eased herself from the bed. Don’t think. Just do.
    She’d formulated this a hundred times in her head. A