Considering Mr. Murphy is currently representing the very private, very exclusive Club Destiny in a lawsuit against former member, Susan Toulmin, inquiring minds would like to know.

Stay tuned as we expose some delicious details about the uber sexy Tag Murphy and the rumor that he’s got a few toys still hanging in his dungeon... er ... closet.

He hadn’t thought it possible, but McKenna Thorne was beginning to be an even bigger pain in his ass than she already was. Didn’t the woman know when to leave well enough alone? There was no doubt in his mind that she was playing a game and that damn blog of hers was going to get her in some serious trouble if she wasn’t careful.

Grabbing his cell phone, he went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. There was no way he could face McKenna first thing without at least a little caffeine.

Toys?

Dungeon?

Seriously?

Tag didn’t need any damn toys. He would gladly use his hand when he pulled McKenna’s sweet little ass over his knee and showed her just what it meant to tempt him.

When his cell phone rang, Tag snatched it up from the counter and hit the talk button without even looking at the screen. He already knew who it was.

“So, Sam wants to know why you haven’t introduced her to this dungeon of yours.” Logan’s deep baritone reverberated through the phone.

“Fuck off.” Tag wasn’t in any mood to play games right now, not even with Logan or Sam.

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“Touchy, are you?” Logan laughed. “I think you might’ve just captured the attention of McKenna Thorne, my friend.”

It appeared that way.

“That woman’s beginning to piss me off.” And make my fucking dick hard. Tag thought the last part, not willing to share even that much with Logan.

“Well, according to what I read, you might just be well equipped to teach her a lesson.”

Tag grunted, not dignifying Logan’s sarcastic comment with a response.

“Seriously, man.” All humor was gone from Logan’s tone. “You need to figure out exactly what she knows. We can’t have information leaking out about the club. Susan’s already sharing more than we bargained for.”

“There’s no such thing as bad publicity,” Tag stated, thinking back on the last conversation he’d had with Luke, Logan’s twin brother, and the face of Club Destiny.

Their membership applications had doubled in the last few weeks, and although they weren’t currently looking to add new members, it was quite amusing the types of people interested in joining. Not that any of them had the kind of money required even to be considered.

However, since the press release had gone out on the new resort that Travis Walker and his brothers were in the process of building, they’d been inundated with interest. Tag attributed it to a purposely planted leak that Logan and Luke were interested in investing.

“That’s what you think.” Logan’s tone was still firm. “Find out what she knows.”

Tag nodded, knowing Logan couldn’t see him. He fully intended to pay Ms. Thorne a visit soon.

Very soon.

Half an hour later, Tag was walking into the posh offices of Sensations, Inc. He hadn’t bothered to call and make an appointment because he knew damn well McKenna wouldn’t have made time to see him anyway. So, he decided to surprise her.

“Mr. Murphy,” Whisper, McKenna’s extremely attentive assistant didn’t sound all that excited as she greeted him, but she also didn’t seem surprised.

“Whisper.” He still had a hard time calling her that, even if it was her name. Who the hell named their child Whisper?

Then again, he wasn’t one to talk. Tag wasn’t a particularly common name either, and since it wasn’t short for anything else, people were often interested in how it came about.

The story his mother and father had told him wasn’t one he cared to share with anyone. He was appalled enough when they informed him that, at the time of his conception, they were particularly fond of chasing one another. Around the bedroom.

“She available?”

“Actually...”

“Thanks. I know where her office is.” Tag smiled, half expecting Whisper to try and stop him, but she didn’t. However, he did hear her as she gave McKenna the heads up via telephone that he was coming down the hall.

“Mr. –” McKenna was standing at the door waiting for him.

Tag cut her off before she could greet him fully, grabbing her arm as she shrieked, then slamming her door and pressing her against it before she could catch her next breath. Lowering his mouth to her ear, Tag crushed his body against hers, careful to make sure he didn’t hurt her, but ensuring she felt his presence in every cell in her body.




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