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Chapter Fifteen- Her Only Client
Deacon carried his fingers to the door that separated the VIP rooms from the rest of the club. Twisting it open, he focused upon the sight of a darkened silhouette standing beside the Ipod dock. His eyes scanned her, able to tell even within the shadows that the figure before him had belonged to Gwen. "No music." He ordered as she slid her fingers from the 'play' button and moved towards the door. Closing it behind him, he took in every aspect of her existence-from the way her aroma intoxicated him, along with the sensual gait that walking in stilettos allowed. She took advantage of this situation while bringing her attention to the lock on the door, twisting it to engage, before being turned by him and her back forced up against the wall. Such subtle movements had allowed her to become
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