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house. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he eventually discovered her car in the drive.
    Hell, he knew. He’d stop—because the woman wouldn’t stay out of his head.
    Ivan still had a few hours on his shift, but he didn’t want to work. He wanted Roxie…again. After flipping a u-turn, he headed back to the station. A few moments later, he parked his cruiser and jogged into the small county offices. “I need the night off,” he said to Debbie, the dispatcher.
    “It’s slow and Frank’s on call if we need him.”
    Normally Ivan hung around the station, exchanged a few pleasantries. He socialized with the people he worked with.
    Not tonight.
    After leaving the station, he went home, grabbed a shower, changed into civilian clothes and headed into town.
    * * * * *
    Ivan pulled into the packed parking lot of the club. The vibration of his motorcycle matched the tension strumming his nerves. He wouldn’t make a scene…wouldn’t even let her know he was there. The plan was to hang in the back and get a fix on Roxie by watching her dance.
    Music thumped from inside the building. His heart beat the same rhythm. The heavy door swung open and a couple of guys stepped out and lit cigarettes. They acknowledged him with a “Hey” and “How’s it going?” as Ivan passed.
    Inside, red and yellow lights sliced through the darkened club. Loud music blasted from the speakers. The heavy beat pulsed with the blood surging into his cock as his eyes adjusted to the darkened ambiance. The woman on the stage wasn’t Roxie, but she certainly knew how to ride a pole. Grinding and humping, the stripper smiled and the men cheered. Lights flashed and a strobe blinked as she flipped her hair. Dollar bills were tossed at her feet.
    Ivan scanned for an empty seat near the back. The dancers waited tables when it wasn’t their turn to strip and he didn’t want to inadvertently sit in Roxie’s section. Staying along the back wall, he found a location where he could see the stage but remain concealed. A buxom blonde weaved between the tables.
    “What can I get you?”
    “Coffee. Black. Thanks.”
    When she returned a few minutes later, he handed her a Lincoln and sat back to wait for Roxie’s set. The wait wasn’t long and then she was there, on the stage. The performance started with a tease, a little bump and grind. Facing the crowd, hips gyrating to the music, she slowly trailed her fingers over the creamy swell of her breasts. Fingers splayed wide, she inched her hand over her stomach, slipping the buttons of her pirate-style blouse free. Her movements were slow, meant to tantalize. Roxie licked her lips, closed her eyes and appeared to enjoy touching herself.
    Ivan swallowed but his mouth was dry. He took a sip of coffee. The bitter taste sweetened in his mouth as Roxie shimmied to the stage floor, trailed fingers over her widespread inner thigh, caught her bottom lip between her teeth and went to her hands and knees. Her short, pleated skirt hiked higher, giving a glimpse of her ass. Bills were tossed on the stage and she crawled with her back in a feline arch.
    Ivan’s cock ached and his balls tingled. He liked her position…a lot.
    The music changed. Roxie jumped to her feet, bending at the waist. When she flipped up, her hair a wild mess, she tore off her shirt, revealing her pert breasts. She stomped to the front of the stage. Her nipples tightened and she pinched and rolled them between her fingers. Ivan groaned. He knew how sensitive those taut tips were, how they tasted against his tongue. Staring, unable to pull his gaze away from her erotic movements, he imagined she danced for his eyes only. She thrust her hips, stretched her neck, worked her body.
    “Hey, Soto.”
    “Shit!” Ivan startled. The cup tipped, spilling the dark dregs of his coffee. He grabbed a napkin. “What do you want?”
    Jay smiled and sat on the barstool next to him. “I’d think that would be obvious.” He turned to the stage. “I want the