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pole between her legs. Then she leaned back, shimmying to the music. The best part was when she curled her body around the pole like a snake. He swore at that point she had no bones around her hip area, a thought that made him even more turned on.
    She dropped back on the ground, on all fours, gyrating her whole body. Every few crawls, she’d stop and roar or lick her paw. Once she was right next to him, she shoved her knees under her, glanced up at him, and winked. The music stopped, and the lights flashed off.
    The crowd roared. He knew the kids were waiting to see if she’d take the rest of the outfit off, but from what he knew of Charlie’s, this was not a strip joint like some others. The girls there danced. From what he’d seen of the tigress, they danced fucking amazingly.
    He got onto his feet and forgot all about the package he was supposed to pick up. Screw that. He had a cat to find. He pushed to the side entrance where the dressing rooms were located. A woman stopped him before he could get inside.
    “Can I help you?”
    “The tigress.”
    She raised her brows. “What tigress?”
    “The one that was just dancing.”
    She shoved him back, but he didn’t budge. “Look, sir. I don’t know who you’re talking about, but you can’t come back here. Security will be back any second. This is a private area for the girls to change.”
    He hissed in frustration. He waited a few minutes, needing to know who the tigress was—the one he knew he had to get a taste of. He loved women. He didn’t deny it. But this was the first time his tiger pushed at him to get one too. The woman who danced on that stage had the explosive sex appeal of ten nuclear bombs. He wanted to touch that gorgeous, brown skin and taste those ruby-red lips. More than that, he wanted to look deep into her eyes as he slid inside her body and owned her.
    He waited what felt like an eternity before the guard came back. The look on the guy’s face told him he’d get nowhere. Instead, Cash headed for the bar. He motioned the bartender over and hoped for luck.
    “The tigress on stage,” he said.
    The bartender smiled. “Wasn’t she great? She’s was fan-fucking-tastic up there, looking all sexy,” the guy said with enthusiasm. Cash frowned. He’d seen how great she’d been on the stage. He wasn’t sure he liked anyone else mentioning how good she was. “I’m amazed at how good she did.”
    “Do you know where I can find her?”
    The bartender glanced at his watch. “She should be headed to the parking lot by now. She’s never here this late.”
    He rushed off and left the guy talking, no longer interested in hearing how much he liked the tigress’s dancing.
    When he got out to the back lot, he saw the tigress, no longer in costume but with her face still painted. She wore a trench coat and tried to get past a group of guys.
    “I said let me by,” she ordered.
    “Come on, baby,” one guy said. “You were so sexy up onstage. Let us take you out for some drinks.”
    She moved away before the guys could grab her. “I said no. Now get the fuck away from my car before I kick your ass.”
    Cash tried to rein in the tiger, but his animal wanted to hurt the men harassing what he saw as his. His mate. For the first time in his life, Cash lost control of the animal and shifted. The tiger dashed off around the cars so he wouldn’t be seen.
    “You? You’re going to kick our asses?” One guy laughed. “I’d like to see you try.”

 
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    Vanessa readied to punch the skinny guy with the face of a goat when she heard a loud growl. She glanced around the lot, but didn’t see anything.
    “What are you waiting for? You think you can take me?” asked Goat-face.
    She moved fast, curling a hand into a tight fist and slamming it into the side of his face. He’d been busy trying to grab her and staring into the neckline of her trench and didn’t see it coming.
    He screamed in pain and shoved her away from him and into another car.