Jaggar had never seen this side of Griffin.

As she followed him into the club, she studied him. He was take charge but definitely relaxed. At ease in this world, whereas she'd always felt like an outsider. She'd had all the same kind of access to money and privilege, but it had never fit. Maybe because her mother hadn't allowed it to fit. Maybe because it wasn't really her. But while he confidently strode through the club with her hand clutched in his, he was completely relaxed.

To play the part, she'd dressed a little sexier tonight. A little tighter, a little shorter. A little more look at me. And look at her they did. She was used to men watching her. That was nothing new. But as she'd followed Griffin into the voyeurs’ room, she wasn’t quite aware of just how much attention she’d grab. She'd worn a simple red strapless dress, but given the size of the twins, she was nearly spilling out of the thing. Good thing the inner bra held everything just where it needed to be.

Griffin leaned down to whisper, "I didn't realize everyone would think you were the main attraction."

"You said dress sexy."

His gaze flickered to her breasts. "Yes, but I didn’t mean for you to distract me."

"Somehow I think you'll survive," she said with a laugh.

"You sure about that?" He tugged her to a booth in the corner that had been reserved for them. "The dancers make their way to all the tables eventually and they'll offer a private dance. I asked for a special VIP table so she'll come here first."

"Oh, uh, okay." Jaggar tugged up the front of her dress even though she didn’t really need to. "I guess you've done this before."

"That bother you?"

He wasn’t annoyed, more inquisitive. She almost replied that she didn’t own him, but she just shrugged. "Curious I guess. This place isn't really what I thought it would be."

"Were you serious about taking classes?"

She nodded. "Despite the, uh, incident, I felt sexy."

"You were." His voice was low, gravelly. "Hell, you are." He tugged her into the booth and onto his lap.

"Do you think it’s necessary that I sit on your lap for this?"

He licked his lips even as he watched her intensely. "Well, it helps with the cover. I mean look at the other couples in here."

Her gaze slid around and he wasn’t wrong. In hidden corners, couples kissed and pawed each other. One woman was dancing on her guy’s lap, moving in time with the music.

Heat sufficed Jaggar’s skin. She wasn’t a prude but, okay, yeah, she wasn't prepared for what some of the couples were getting up to.

In the booth against the opposite end of the club, one woman gyrated on a guy's lap as she faced him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She was clearly, uh, enjoying herself. "Point noted."

"Just relax, the show will start soon, we're undercover. It'll be fine." His hand rested on her thigh and his fingers danced over her skin, making her crazy.

"I am relaxed."

His chuckle was low. "I know you when you’re relaxed. I've put you in that state numerous times. This ain't it."

"Fine. I just get this way when I’m chasing a story. Like I’m resting on a razor edge until I figure out the puzzle."

"I get it. I feel it too. But I've had a lot of practice masking it."

"Maybe one day you can teach me."

The man in the booth across from them watched her intently even as the woman on his lap worked her ass over his crotch. Jaggar meant to look away. She did, but Griffin nuzzled her neck and heat pulsed low in her belly. She was turned on and she couldn’t look away.

Even when the music started on the main stage and Griffin's hand wandered higher and higher on her thigh. The blond guy watched her with interest and heat even as his hands skimmed up over his companion’s ribcage to fondle her breasts.

Jaggar dragged in a shuddering breath as her nipples ached. Oh God. What the hell was wrong with her? The low base beat of the music thrummed through her, making her pulse with need. On stage, the women in masks executed brilliant turns and gyrations as they danced together. Across from her, the guy nuzzled his woman’s cleavage but kept his gaze on Jaggar. The flash of teeth as he nipped his companion's skin made something inside Jaggar bloom with heat.

"Someone see something she likes?" Griffin's voice was low, seductive. Against her ass, his cock begged for freedom.

"I, uh, I just—"

His smile was soft. "It's just that you’re turned on?"

She nodded even as heat bloomed on her skin.

"You’re supposed to be." He nipped at her neck before laving the tiny hurt with his tongue. "Everything about this room is supposed to make you want to get some. The owners have done their jobs."

"Griffin, your hand..." her voice trailed even as his fingers delved under her dress."

"Hmmm?"

She swallowed hard. "Aren’t we supposed to be working?"

He nodded and kissed the top of her cleavage. "Yeah, working..."

She didn't mean to, but her body was moving of it's own volition. She wanted him to touch her. Even though they were in public. Even though she felt exposed, she didn't think she'd be able to focus and talk to Elsa if he didn't.

"Griffin," she whispered.

His hips jerked. "Jaggar—"

She gasped when his fingers found her soft wet center. She'd forgone underwear because of panty lines in the dress. And also because she’d anticipated after the club they'd go home and she'd need his hands on her.

As Griffin sought entrance, the guy across the way watched her with a hooded gaze. He licked his lips as he rubbed the crotch of the girl he was with. Suddenly Jaggar felt like she had two sets of hands on her. Two sets of mouths kissing her. Griffin and the stranger.

Griffin's hips gently ground against her ass while he played with her hair and kissed her throat. His fingers, knowing just where to stroke her. Just how to bring her to the edge and away.

Across the way, the blond guy's fingers latched into his partner's panties, he looked away from Jaggar to pin his gaze on his partner, then tugged forcefully, ripping away the lace into his hands.

The woman arched even as she spread her legs wide. The guy wasted no time. With her legs spayed, he pressed circles over her clit, occasionally stopping to slide, one, then two, then three fingers into his partner.

Look away, Jaggar, look away. But with Griffin driving her mad, she couldn't. She needed to watch this total stranger fuck this woman. In her ear, Griffin whispered, "You see how he's touching her, you see how she's writhing in his arms, she likes it rougher than you do."

All she could do was breathe his name.

"You, beautiful, like me to talk dirty. But you like it when I take my time, tease you. I’m gentle with you. I know what you like, you prefer the tease...except..." His voice trailed and she whimpered.

"Except what? Griffin." She was caught between what was happening in front of her, the guy had taken his fingers away from the woman’s slit and licked them before offering this fingers to his partner. Her tongue peaked out, making them wet again, then he went right back to stroking her.

"I was going to say," he nipped her lobe. "That is until you’re ready to come. Then, you like more pressure. Then you like me drilling into you. You like me making you come, hard. You don’t want gentle then, do you, Jaggar? Then you want rough.”

She shook her head. "No. I want—."

"Yeah, Jaggar? What do you want?"

"You, I want you."

He chuckled low. "I know. Keep watching, sweetheart."

The guy had changed the angle of his hand so that he rubbed the woman’s clit with his thumb, inserted two fingers in her pussy, and his pinky, slid easily into her ass. Oh wow.

Before Jaggar knew what was happening, she was clutching hard onto Griffin as an orgasm slammed into her at the same time, the woman in front of her cried out. The blond guy watched Jaggar with a burning gaze. While his woman moaned and melted against him, he removed his fingers, then pressed two to her ass, inserting slowly but insistently, and the woman was bowing her back again. She didn't seem to care about her exposure, about who was watching, while she was bared.

Griffin, in contrast, stroked Jaggar under the cover of her dress. With the low table as a shield. Yes, anyone looking would be able to tell what he was doing, but no one could see her. He'd given her something new without exposing her. He’d given her a gentle take over. That though alone made her shiver again.

"Do you like what he's doing to her? Do you like ass play?" The question was rough and she knew how turned on he was. His cock pushed insistently against her ass. She could feel every pulse and movement.

"I don't—I don’t know. Do, do you like it?"

He nuzzled her again. "I can take or leave it. Doesn’t matter as long as I get to touch you." His fingers slid over her wetness again and she shuddered. "Any day I get to touch you in any way is a good day."

That did it, she lost all interest in the couple across from them and her attention was singularly focused on Griffin. "I wish we were alone."

"Say the word and we leave right now."

Her lips twitched. "What happened to working?"

He blinked as if confused a second, then nodded. "Yeah, working. But right after, I'm telling you right now, we might not make it home to yours and certainly not all the way out to mine in Chevy Chase. I'm going to need to be inside you."

She nodded. "I'm totally down with that."

He continued to keep her on the edge of coming again, until the show on the main stage was over. When he pulled his fingers away, she whimpered.

"Sorry baby, but remember, work?"

Right. Work.

Sure, enough, just like he'd said, Elsa came to their table first. Though, she was less than pleased when she saw Jaggar. "Shit, you don’t quit do you?"

Jaggar leaned forward. "Nope. You were a no show yesterday."

Elsa's gaze darted around. "I was followed."

Griffin was all business now, adjusting Jaggar so she wasn't sitting directly on his dick. "By who? We can protect you if you—"

"You don’t understand," she interrupted. "I signed confidentiality documents. They knew you talked to me the other night. Since then I’ve had men tailing me." She looked around. "If you're not here for a dance, then, I need to move on."

Jaggar held up a hand. "We want a dance. Put it on his tab. You dance and we talk."

Elsa pursed her lips but nodded. "Fine, but the rule is you touch her, not me." Griffin nodded.

Jaggar wasted no time as Elsa leaned close to Griffin. "Did Randall senior pay you to stay away from Milton?"

Elsa swayed in front of them and nodded. "I didn't know when I met him that he was my ... It never occurred to me that he was Randall's son. I'd come to the country to dance and to find my father."

Griffin smoothed his hands over Jaggar’s hair, looking every bit the besotted lover out for a night of pleasure. He knew how to play the game well. All the while Elsa seemingly danced for the two of them. "What did Randall senior find out?"

She licked her lips. Anyone watching would have thought she was putting on a private show and that Griffin and Jaggar were so turned on by the show they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

"He'd started following his son when Milton said he had a girl he'd met and was in love. The whole thing unraveled then." Elsa leaned back against Griffin. "There was a horrible meeting with the reveal."

"Shit, that's crazy," Jaggar mumbled.

"Yeah, I was there. Obviously we couldn’t continue seeing each other. My father paid me a million dollars to stay away and never come back."

Griffin kissed Jaggar’s jaw, then dragged his attention back to Elsa. "But we know there was another payment to you. What was that for?"

Her brow furrowed as she twisted around. "It turned out that Milton can’t have children. Given his political aspirations, our father decided he should have children. He decided I would make a good breeding substitute. Not to mention, he wanted the children to carry Randall blood."

Jaggar gasped. "But that's horrible."

"You think I don't know that?" Elsa's voice was tight. "When I refused, he threatened to have me deported. With my mother gone, I had nothing to go back to in the Ukraine. I wanted to stay. I couldn’t be with Milton anymore, but it didn’t mean I didn’t miss him. I didn't have much choice."

"The old man forced you to have children and give them away?" Griffin's voice had gone cold.

Elsa visibly fought to control her emotions. "Yes. Occasionally I catch glimpses of them on TV or for events." She smiled tremulously. "But, they don’t know me."

"And you want them to," Jaggar muttered.

"They aren’t my children. I was a well paid surrogate, but I'm still their mother in my heart."

"And Randall senior prevented you from ever seeing them? What about Milton?"

"He doesn’t know I'm their mother. There was a confidential surrogacy arrangement made."

Jaggar stared at Griffin. Holy hell. Ryan thought by telling her to focus on the family angle he'd given her a shit part of the story. But they'd just blown the story right open.

Jaggar knew she wasn’t supposed to touch the dancer, but she couldn’t help it. "We’re going to tell this story. With your help, he can’t force you to bear children, then keep you from your children."

Elsa shook her head. "I don’t want trouble and I don’t want to be sent back."

Griffin shook his head. "We wont let that happen."

Jaggar snuck a look at the determined set of his chin. They were both on the same page, for once completely united.