Free Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series by Michelle Day

flung ice chips of loathing at
her during the interview and she had written him off as an over protective
brother and a spoilt little rich kid. She was almost unexplainably pleased that
she was wrong.
    Strong arms wrapped around her as the
tempo of the music slowed again. Emily closed her eyes and rested her head on
his firm chest as they swayed together, the last of her inhibitions leaving her
as the alcohol she had consumed warmed her from the inside and addled her
brain.
    “It’s crazy warm in here.” He spoke
against her ear, she nodded in response, “Come on, let’s find somewhere cooler
and quieter.” He slipped his hand into hers as he pulled her towards the back
of the club and a concealed door.
    Emily happily stumbled along behind him,
for once not taking any notice of her surroundings or the fact that in this
dimly lit corridor, the music from the club was barely audible.
    Matt loved the opulent decadent sleaze of
this part of the club. The corridor was subtly lit, the walls decked out in
dark red quilted leather as were each and every one of the doors behind which
hid a number of themed VIP rooms, all sumptuously decked out with the highest
quality furniture and equipment, belying the shabby appearance of the club’s 
main floor. These rooms were reserved for those who could afford the pleasure.
It was well known that for an exorbitant fee, the management would provide any
and all entertainment required by the lucky few who knew of their existence.
    Sadly, he wasn’t one of the fortunate few
and his destination wasn’t one of those rooms. No, he and the delectable police
officer were heading for the manager’s office, off of which was a well
acquainted seating area which would give them privacy and serve his purpose
very nicely.
    Surrounded by bouncing breasts and
bountiful behinds, Paul could feel several pairs of hands stroking his body
whilst he attempted to dance on the packed dance floor. The DJ had ramped up
the music; the beat was as frantic as the bodies gyrating against him.
    He could easily take one, two or perhaps
even seven or eight of these girls into a dark corner or even the yard at the
back of the club and have his wicked way with them but what they had in exposed
body parts they lacked in the ability of providing him with a challenge. He’d
had easy, meaningless sex a few times already tonight, now he wanted someone who
would offer up some resistance and make him work for it.
    His height gave him the advantage of being
taller than the lovelies surrounding him but try as he might, he couldn’t see
his brother. Where the hell was Matt? The last time he’d caught sight of him, he
had been swaying with the WPC, and then it hit him.
    “The sneaky little shit!” He thought as he
fought his way from the dance floor towards the bar and the club’s manager
“Seen Matt?” He yelled over the music and the heads of his fellow patrons.
    Jez nodded and pointed to the concealed
door. Paul nodded in acknowledgement as he finally made it to the bar and asked
one of the bar staff to load up a tray with shots. He knew exactly where his
brother was now and what he intended on doing and he’d be damned if he was
missing out on this action.
    Ignoring the leather walls and the
scantily clad females roaming from room to room, Paul made his way to Jez’s
office, slipping silently into the room and locking the door behind him before
taking a slow stroll to the seating area to observe his brother making his
moves on the surprisingly compliant police woman.
    Matt’s tongue drifted into Emily’s mouth
and they began a slow tango. At the same time one of his hands tracked the
length of her leg, over her hip and up her side to cup her breast, testing the
waters so to speak. Breaking the kiss and softly peppering her exposed throat
with tiny butterfly soft kisses, he unbuttoned the front of her top and lowered
his mouth to the skin above the plain black bra. He eased his hand inside her
top and subsequently