Hunter sat at the bar of his friend's sex club, elbow propped on the black lacquer surface as he swirled his whiskey in his glass. The room around him was filled with low, pulsing base and the soft murmur of hushed conversations; couples consisting of client and club employee, soft giggles, low laughs, the occasional moan that was just slightly too loud. Since discovering his fiancee was having an affair and only planned...

Storming out of the private room, Hunter cast his gaze around the club floor, his eyes scanning the sea of bodies pressed against each other. Of course she wasn’t out here. It had been at least half an hour since she left him cuffed to that chair. She had either left the club completely or, for all he knew, was in another private room with her next customer. The thought of her with another guy made a knot form in his stom...