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I’m your only client now. I mean, really hard. I’m ninety percent certain that Roger VanCamp was in Vegas the same weekend you were kidnapped.”

“What?” I asked, looking up at him. On the way down, we exchanged glances. With my dick buried in her throat, she somehow managed to work the muscles surrounding my shaft, massaging it as if she had it in her hand. “Mmm…” she moaned, her eyes heavily lidded as she stared down at me and raked her fingernails down my torso. I didn’t want to break down in front of the guy whose husband died, but goddamn if Dan’s words tried their best to pull tears out of me. “Are you going?”

“Yeah,” I said, still peering out the window. “Hey,” I said, not quite sure what to say after the way we ended things.