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voice. “You love having them watch, don’t you?”
    She nodded, but he wanted more.
    “Say it,” he commanded harshly.
    “I love it when they watch,” she admitted before turning her head slightly so it rested in the crook of her neck.
    “Don’t hide your face, wildcat. They all think you’re beautiful too. Can’t you see it in their eyes? They all wish they were me.”
    She turned and looked out into the room as Ryan increased the pace of his thrusting hand. She cried out, shoving her hips forward, silently begging for more. He obliged 43
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    her by adding his thumb to the play. Countering each shove of his fingers in her pussy with a slow, hard rub on her clit, he tightened his grip on her as she shattered in his arms, her orgasm coming harder, louder, longer this time.
    Her reactions left him burning, hurting, and he fought against the painfully hard erection threatening to rip the material of his dress slacks. He knew the show was scheduled to begin soon, but he found it impossible to care. They’d catch the next one.
    He rose quickly—well aware that Ginny was still lost in the haze of her powerful orgasm—and carried her out of the room and down a long hallway. Placing her on her feet and wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her, he reached into his pocket to pull out a key.
    “Where are we?” she whispered, her wits beginning to return.
    “My room,” he answered as he opened the door and led her inside.
    The sound of the door closing and the lock clicking into place seemed to rouse her further still. “Where are my clothes?”
    “An attendant will retrieve them and deliver them here.”
    “This is your room?” she asked.
    “I’m a gold-card member,” he reminded her. “That means I have my own room, decorated and maintained according to my personal preferences.”
    His answer piqued her interest and he watched her look around, taking in the room’s furnishings. He wished he could read her mind, desperate to know what she was thinking as her gaze landed on some of the more unusual pieces.
    “Oh,” she murmured and he leaned back against the door, studying her face. He watched her eyes widen and her face go pale when they landed on the small cage in the corner of the room.
    “I won’t put you in the cage,” he assured her quickly. “In fact, I can call for the attendant to take it away right now. I know you’re claustrophobic.”
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    Ginny turned and gave him a breathtaking smile. “I can’t believe you remember that.”
    “Jesus, Ginny. I’m not likely to forget a thing like that. It was my fault you got locked up in that trunk in the first place.”
    “You didn’t know the latch was broken and it was a pretty cool hide-and-seek spot.”
    Her words were easy and calm now, but Ryan had never forgotten the look on her face when he and Anderson had finally managed to free her from the old trunk he’d helped her hide in during a childhood game. She’d run straight into his arms and stayed there, shaking for ages. They’d never played hide-and-seek again and Ginny’s intense fear of tight, confined places was born.
    “I’m not sure I know what all of this is for,” she said, dragging him from his recollections as she walked over and ran her hand along the St. Andrew’s cross dominating one wall of the room.
    He grinned at her undeniable curiosity and again, he was amazed by the fact she wasn’t freaking out and running away. The place must look like some sort of medieval torture chamber to her untutored eyes.
    “I’m going to show you.”
    Her gaze returned to him, traveling down his body. She unconsciously bit her lower lip as she studied the all-too-prominent erection tenting the front of his pants.
    “Don’t be afraid, Ginny.”
    She looked up at his face, insulted by his words. “I’m not scared,” she retorted and Ryan was reminded of her saying those words a thousand times as they were growing up. As the only girl in a gang of rough