...Her eyes glowed with heat as she gave him a come-hither smile. “Fasten me? And start my song again?”

Her song? He didn’t know if he could go a second round, especially with her cuffed between the two poles. “Are you sure about this?”

She looked away from him and stared at his beer bottle. “I’m sure, but I may’ve gone about it wrong. Maybe one person’s fantasy is another person’s turn-off. Maybe I should go slower with you.”

Turn-off? Why was she staring at his bottle? He’d suspected he’d been in law enforcement too long and was seeing things where there wasn’t anything suspicious to see. Nick didn’t want her to go. He needed information. He needed…her.

He gave a shrug and disconnected his brain before he stepped toward the pole to fasten her dangling cuff. “I’ll get the music.”

At the sound of the ballsy jungle beat, she started to move. His cock went from semi-hard to steel in seconds. He moved away from the sound system to take the table right in front of her. Where he really wanted to be was in her.

He didn’t dare go there.

As she danced, straining and thrusting between the two poles, the earth seemed to move under his feet and suddenly Nick became King Kong looking at his own personal sacrifice, the lovely virgin. Only there was no way Mandy could be a virgin and King Kong was a myth or something… And as she strained like the maiden being offered to the jungle gods, Nick started to sweat.

He wanted to beat his chest.

He wanted…her.

Nick jumped from his chair to fall to his knees in front of her and bury his face against the satin triangle at the juncture of her long legs. The enticing fragrance of her sex made him crazy. He’d never wanted like he wanted now. Not even close.

He pulled back to look up into her face. She gave a single nod and arched toward him. Nick pulled at the elastic of her G-string and tugged it down, allowing her to step out of it. She had a small triangle of foamy curls to entice him, but otherwise was neatly trimmed. He already knew that from having his hands between her legs to remove the twenty.

He placed both of his hands behind her, cupped her firm ass and brought her toward his mouth. When he gave her an open-mouthed kiss, she tensed for only a moment before she relaxed against him.

He didn’t understand how he could go from taking a high moral road, mentally rejecting her, to giving her pleasure without reservations. It was as if he’d released all inhibitions with no concern for the consequences. He’d never acted on impulse…never.

Until now…