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get Clint off her back. She couldn’t risk it now, not 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 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 calmher 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.
    “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