Free Stripped Bare by Susan Mac Nicol Page A

might have seen it all, so.” His lips curled in a wolfish smile. “I thought I’d test the merchandise. Have a taster, so to speak.” He licked his lips, watching Matthew’s pupils dilate and his breathing quicken. Shane’s sly glance at the lawyer’s groin and his lip-licking was having the required effect.
    “Don’t you bloody dare. You cannot give me a blow job in the back of a taxi.”
    “Why not?” Shane regarded him with a lazy stare. “He won’t see anything.” He jerked a finger at the driver. “And if he does, all he’ll be worried about anyway is not getting come all over his seat. So if I swallow it all, he won’t have that problem.”
    Matthew was squirming now, and Shane was having fun. He’d no intention of doing what he threatened. They probably would get arrested for lewd conduct, but seeing Matthew’s total meltdown was such a turn-on.
    He’d said he wanted to break the man’s control issues, and he seemed to be doing that. But he was also driving himself nuts. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. He leaned back in the corner of the cab and heard Matthew’s sigh of relief.
    Or was that disappointment?
    “Fine. I’ll behave myself.” He grinned in the darkness.
    Matthew spoke, his voice still ragged. “I wanted to ask you. What did David say about that night? Does he still insist it was a mugging?”
    Shane nodded. “Yes. He won’t tell the truth, whatever that was. He’s petrified of his dad. You should have seen him before he left me. The man was scared stiff. But he’ll never talk out against his dad or tell us who did it to him.”
    No doubt it had been his father and that twat Roy Parsons. Their luck was about to change for the worse, Shane thought in satisfaction.
    After the affair and insults at the hospital, Shane had made it his mission to find out everything he could about Walter Debussy and Roy Parsons. After days of exhaustive hacking and a caffeine rush that had almost made him sick, his late-night/early-morning vigils had yielded gold. He’d managed to track down a personal bank account Walter Debussy kept in the Channel Islands. The account held a considerable sum of money, more than Shane had ever seen in his lifetime. Shane intended “misappropriating” some of it. Walter Debussy didn’t know it, but the princely sum of five million pounds was about to disappear from his account into another one that Shane had set up in the Caymans. It had taken some careful planning and time, but it was now set up in a dummy name.
    The money was intended for David, if something should ever go wrong and his father cut him off somehow. It was the one thing that worried David and gave him sleepless nights. He thought he’d be nothing without his money, despite what Shane told him to the contrary. The transfer was due to take place in a few days’ time.
    Matthew sighed. “I hope David will be all right with him. I also hope there isn’t any next time.” He frowned. “How did you manage to track him down anyway? He’s been avoiding me like the plague. I trawled the clubs looking for him.” His tone was aggrieved.
    Shane shrugged as he smiled. He wasn’t about to tell Matthew that he’d hacked into David’s phone and seen a text message saying he’d be at Essence.
    “Coincidence. I spend a fair bit of time at Essence myself. David just happened to be there.” He leaned over and trailed his hand down Matthew’s jaw line. The other man shivered perceptibly. Shane grinned.
    “How’s the job hunting going?” he murmured. “Have you managed to find anything yet?”
    Matthew nodded. “I’m working as senior counsel for this law firm in Bank Street. Maxwell, Smith and Jordan? I don’t know if you’ve heard of them.”
    Shane shook his head as Matthew continued.
    “My boss, Bartholomew Maxwell, is a real peach; very old school.” He smiled. “He doesn’t like Walter either. Called him a despicable man. It’s a nice enough office as well, not too big. I