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tried to ignore the tingles
of awareness washing over her body at his touch. Pulse kicking up a
notch, her breathing grew shallow when she felt the subtle brush of
his thumb sweeping the inside of her wrist.
    “Dance for me.” Eyebrows lifting, he cocked
his head toward her. His eyes glittered in the darkness and his
grip tightened on her, firm fingers pressing into her tender skin.
“Forgive my earlier comments. I promise I’ll behave.”
    She contemplated him, angry that she was
weak enough to give in. “Fine. No touching allowed though.” Jerking
out of his hold, she wobbled on her precarious heels and she blew
out a harsh breath, steadying herself. Why did he change his mind
so fast?
    He threw her for a loop and she didn’t like
it.
    “Of course.” He held his hands up in front
of him, though a mocking smile still lingered on his too sensuous
lips. He’d seen her fumble and clearly found it amusing.
    He wasn’t going to find her dancing amusing.
Oh no, he was going to like it, want more of it. Too damn much.
    A wicked smile curved her lips and she
rested her hands on her hips, her skin tightening in
anticipation.
    “Are you ready?”
    “As I’ll ever be.”
    Hmm, that’s what you think.

    * * * *

    Something wasn’t right. Ginger Peters’
behavior was completely off.
    Nathan Banks watched her with a wary eye as
she turned around, her short flippy skirt doing wondrous things for
her pert ass. Like making him want to see it in all its bare glory,
touch it. Feel her shudder beneath his hands.
    She looked better, too. More aware, more
alive and full of fire. Usually she moved around Billy D’s
nightclub with a dead look in her eyes, seemingly unaware of what
went on around her.
    Tonight Ginger was sassy, a little
argumentative and glowing with a sexual aura he’d never noticed
before. His cock certainly noticed. It strained against the fly of
his jeans uncomfortably and he shifted in his chair, feeling like
an ass.
    He was not at this private bachelor party to
become sexually aroused by freaking Ginger, of all people. He
needed to get to her, talk to her about her boss Billy Diaz, the
man who killed his partner.
    Now, tonight, it was finally going to
happen.
    So why take her up on the offer of a dance?
He’d had her moments ago, his fingers circled around her slim
wrist, the look in her eyes like a trapped animal’s. He could’ve
dragged her outside and demanded answers. That had been his plan
when he’d somehow wrangled the invitation to this stupid bachelor
party for a bunch of overgrown frat-types that frequented the
nightclub he’d been staking out the past month.
    His baser instincts wanted to watch her move
seductively. He’d only seen Ginger dance from afar, on stage, and
she rarely gave lap dances. Tonight was his opportunity to have her
close, smell her fragrant skin, feel her touch him. He felt like an
ass, but he wanted it all.
    She started to move, the subtle sway of her
hips rocking in time to the sensual beat of the music. Her head
tilted back, the ends of her white-blonde hair brushing the bare
skin of her lower back and he was hypnotized, frozen in the
chair.
    A better man would make her stop. A better
man would tell her he was a cop, he was conducting an important
investigation, and he needed to talk to her.
    For tonight, he wasn’t that man. And he
wasn’t proud of that fact, either.
    Ginger turned around, a predatory gleam in
her eyes. She nimbly undid each button on her shirt, one by one,
revealing a teasing glimpse of flesh. She shrugged out of the shirt
with a graceful shift of her shoulders, letting it drop to the
floor. Golden skin glowed in the soft dim light, plump breasts
threatening to spill out of the black satin cups of her bra.
    His mouth went dry and his cock jerked in
appreciation. She smiled as if she knew exactly what he was
thinking, what she did to him and she took a step closer, her knees
brushing against his.
    “Ready for that lap dance?”
    Her sweet, sultry