Quinn Security: The Ultimate Kink

Cameron Dane

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Partners in Quinn Security, there isn't anything Canin Quinn and Kasey Jordan won't do for the good of the company. Anything. The job: Catch a serial rapist before he attacks again. The plan: Go undercover in a sex club, the...
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Partners in Quinn Security, there isn't anything Canin Quinn and Kasey Jordan won't do for the good of the company. Anything.

The job: Catch a serial rapist before he attacks again.

The plan: Go undercover in a sex club, the source of the attacks...posing as husband and wife.

Canin and Kasey spend a lot of their time exchanging sharp-tongued jabs. At the same time, Canin has been nursing a simmering attraction for the tough-as-nails, secretive Kasey. By moving into her apartment as part of their cover, Canin will take this gift-wrapped opportunity to change their friendship to something much more intimate.

Kasey has her reasons for keeping Canin at arm's length, knowing that he could never accept her as a partner if he understood her most private needs. Working undercover together will test her ability to keep her secrets safe from the man whose respect she craves more than anything else in her life.

The sex club opens a world of bondage and voyeurism, as well as a host of other fetishes...and reveals secrets that neither of them ever thought they would share with another soul. This job will expose them to their ultimate kinks.

  • Note:This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme and content, exhibitionism, flashback to graphic rape, violence, voyeurism.
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“This is another setup,” Kasey growled at Canin, the giant of a man sitting to her right. She glared at Rhone and Adam, the other two partners in their security business. The men shimmied, all close and personal against each other, on the dance floor of Vixen, the very upscale sex club that catered to those who could afford to throw away ridiculous amounts of money. Snorting, Kasey surmised that many of these horny people likely couldn’t afford it, but instead maxed out credit cards and probably even mortgaged homes in order to maintain membership once inside.

Kasey looked at Rhone and Adam again and knew they only had eyes for each other tonight, not this damn group of clubgoers that supposedly had a stalker in its midst. Or so Adam and Rhone had said. With people openly fondling each other here and there in many of the little alcoves -- in all varieties of pairings -- Kasey didn’t think any of them could get their minds off their libidos long enough to cause harm to its other members.

Once again, she and Canin had been played.

Kasey turned back to Canin, and her irritation kicked up about ten notches. God, the man knew Adam and Rhone were trying to play matchmaker again, but rather than get pissed off, his cool, ice blue gaze traveled the perimeter of the club, one booth at a time. The guy probably enjoyed playing the voyeur and watching the club members make out. Kasey, on the other hand, had only one thing on her mind: Adam and Rhone. The guys clearly wanted to return the thank you to Kasey and Canin for getting the two of them together. Kasey, however, tended to view the men’s attempts to interfere in her love life as a hostile takeover, not a philanthropic act. Especially when they wanted to partner her with Canin Quinn.

Kasey shuddered, knowing herself well enough to steer clear of a man like Canin. The guy was just too…too much.

Her gaze settled back on the two men dancing so closely, and the slow fire burning in Kasey’s belly combusted into an inferno. Tonight, Rhone and Adam’s attempt to hook her up had officially shifted from mildly amusing and irritating to downright deceptive. They had brought a client into their scheming, claiming she was afraid that her club had become the source for harassment of its members, and that she had multiple victims, all too afraid to go to the police. Man, Kasey should have sensed something was going on when Adam and Rhone called them into this last-minute “surveillance.” Next time, she would call the client herself and confirm.

No more playing nice. “Excuse me.” Throwing one last glance at Canin, Kasey rose to her feet. “I’m going to go make those buttinskies cry, and then I’m getting the hell out of here.” Her position precarious for a moment, Kasey shifted her balance on her strappy red heels. For God’s sake, she had put on these instruments of torture, along with a red spaghetti-strap dress, because she thought she needed to blend in at this place in order to work. Both Rhone and Adam knew she hated to wear shit like this. Damn it, she wouldn’t yell at them; she would kill them.

“Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” Canin jerked Kasey back down beside him before she could move one step. Within the next breath, he had her under him on the leather seat of the booth, his wicked smile only inches from her mouth. Immediately, her heart started skittering. She hated that almost as much as Rhone and Adam for putting her in this position.

“What are you doing?” she hissed up at Canin, trying her damnedest not to create a scene. She hated drawing attention to herself. It stuck in her craw even more that Canin could bring out her temper when so few others could. “I just told you we’re not really here undercover. You can stop hanging all over me now.”

Those pale eyes flashed above her, and she thought for a minute that he might smack her. Not that she thought him capable, even for all of their bickering. He just looked like he wanted to do it. Even though she knew she was in a safe public place, it sent a fast frisson of latent fear through her insides, jolting her beneath Canin’s weight.

Canin’s focus zeroed in on her. “What?” Bringing up his big, callused hand, he stroked her cheek with its roughness, sending another little shiver through her. “What is it?”

“Nothing. I just don’t like being manipulated.” She grabbed his waist and tried to push him off her. Even with her above-average height and weight, she couldn’t compare to Canin. Alarm bells started sounding in her head, and she shoved at him again. “Get off me, you overbearing jackass.”

“Hold on a sec, Kasey.” Canin’s incredible calm pushed at her rough edges even more. “I pulled you down here for a reason.”

“Then explain it damned fast.” She pushed once more, but only succeeded in settling his crotch more intimately against hers. Her pussy flared against the contact, shocking her into momentary stillness. As a punishment to her own body for becoming excited and betraying her, she went lax and took the tense contact away. “And it better be fucking good.”

“Such a mouth on you.” The flicker of Canin’s thumb against her lower lip had her head jerking back, but he just moved with her, tugging on her mouth with the roughness of his skin. “If Rhone and Adam are so hot to get us together that they’re willing to trick us into coming to a sex club, I think I need to kiss you and give them a show. What do you say?”

Panic rushed through Kasey’s organs, flooding her with adrenaline, making her breathing erratic. “I say you’re crazy and have delusions of grandeur.”

“I say it’s the only goddamn way to get those two off our backs.” He lowered his mouth until barely a sliver of space remained between their lips. His eyes shone his intention a split second before he said, “Give them what they want,” and closed his mouth over hers.

Canin didn’t grind his lips down on Kasey’s or force his tongue down her throat. In not doing so, he sent an even bigger trigger to Kasey’s brain to flee than if he’d pulled her panties down and tried to screw her right on the spot. He grazed his surprisingly gentle lips back and forth over hers, and licked his tongue out every now and again against her seam. Kasey looked up at the storm cloud-painted domed ceiling, and a hysterical little bubble of laughter escaped her. An abandoned church expanded and turned into a sex club. Some people just thought they were too clever.

Canin pulled back, and she noticed a few clouds developing in his eyes too. “You know” -- he toyed with the strap of her dress -- “we might do a better job convincing those two cupids that we’re into each other if you actually kiss me back.”

“No one would ever buy you and me as a couple, Quinn.” Kasey just barely kept the catch of fear out of her voice. “You’re not my type.”

Those eyes looking down on her darkened to a ridiculous sapphire blue. “You think I can’t make you scream, sweetheart?” Canin asked, his voice deceptively soft. Oh God, she had stirred the competitor in him. “You think I can’t make you come, right here, without removing even one piece of our clothing?”

“I don’t care if you…” She gasped as Canin discreetly lifted her dress. Cool air touched her upper thighs and lower belly. Looking around frantically, she realized they were in a tame position, and no one gave a damn that she lay there with her granny panties showing. “What in the hell are you doing?” Her voice squeaked.

A wicked half grin, one Kasey had gotten very used to seeing over the years, appeared on Canin’s face, making her heart pound hard enough to feel sick. “You’re gonna be soaking wet by the time you give it up, honey; I can just tell.” Canin lowered himself back down, settling the seam of his jeans against her V. Pushing up just a little bit, he added, “I didn’t think you’d want a damp spot on the front of your dress from when I do this.” He rocked into her harder, circling his jean-covered cock right into her slit.

Beneath her panties, Kasey grew very, very wet.

Copyright © Cameron Dane

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