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I frowned as we piled into the minivan and he drove us into town.Outside what looked like a club, I followed Tim and got out of the van to stare up at the sign.“Rhurbarella?”I glanced about, trying to figure what kind of place this was.“Why are we here?”

“You’ll see,” Maximus muttered evasively, which was so unlike him it made my stomach turn into a pile of knotted fur.

He looked resigned, while Tim’s amused smirk made no sense at all to me.Until we stepped inside, and then we got confronted with a ginormous pole.I turned to leave, ready to storm outside and well away from whoever could be going to use the pole.

Ricky!

It wasn’t rocket science.I knew who the pole dancer was.

Tim laid a gentle hand on my shoulder, making me pause and look at him.“Just watch how it’s done,” he suggested.“Maybe you can get some pointers from whoever is performing.”

I was kinda offended that he thought I was stupid not to know that Ricky was the stalk of the town when it came to pole dancing.It had to be him because I’d done a little investigating… stalking.But I was also touched that they were thinking of me.Did that mean Apollo had said something to them?

Maximus herded me to a table in front of the pole before I could decide if it annoyed me or not.The club was empty apart from us.I felt sorry for Ricky if he was indeed performing and no one else had bothered to turn up, meaning he’d be dancing to just the three of us.

Maybe it wasn’t Ricky, and I’d jumped to the wrong conclusion?

Then the lights dimmed.

A spotlight focused on the man wrapped around the pole.The performer turned to face me…us.

I stopped breathing at the sight he made.I was right…

Any thoughts I had after that disappeared at seeing the man in front of me.Ricky was beautiful, dressed in the shortest of shorts, the rest of him bare to my greedy gaze.He was a stalk of perfection, lithe muscle flexing as he worked the pole.Everything faded, there was no one else in the club, just me and him.

My mouth watered.His junk was framed perfectly.He was everything I’d dreamed of and so much more.My balls tightened just thinking about him.

Did he just wobble a little?

Nah!He was all grace swinging around the pole, so elegant.He wrapped one leg around the pole, and I wished it was me when he turned upside down, his mouth in a perfect place to…

His gaze locked with mine, and I swore my balls became the size of watermelons.

Chapter Five

Ricky

The call I’d made to Tim, asking him to convince Burke to come to the club, had worked.Now I needed to get my act together.I’d worked hard all day to create a perfect performance just for Burke.Something totally different that no one else had seen.By the way his beautiful eyes were glowing, that had to mean I’d done a good job?

Bewitched, the bull held all my attention.Some of which I really needed when I nearly slid down the pole and smacked the floor.

Get it together, I reprimanded myself.This is for my mate.

No one else existed for me as I showed my big-balled bull what I was capable of doing with my body, in both forms.Flipping upside down, Burke’s eyes gleamed with a lusty light that set off a spark inside my rhubarb heart.It fluttered harder than birds' wings as I licked my lips and winked saucily at the bull who’d inched his ass to the edge of his seat, not taking his gaze away from me.

I twirled around the pole, losing eye contact for a moment before I came back to do a mid-air splits, giving him a good eyeful of my other stalk, one that was getting hard at how his gaze roamed over my body.

The music continued to play as sweat slicked my skin from the effort.I did a dismount a minute later as the song came to an end and bowed.There was silence.Nothing from Burke.

I looked at Tim, frowning.Was I missing something?Tim, who’d confessed to knowing Burke was my mate, and had assured me he’d help me woo Burke, shrugged.

“You… wow… flexible…” Burke muttered, his pink skin had a dewy quality to it under the spotlights.

I’d rendered him speechless.I could work with that.

Breathless and aroused enough to give everyone a different show, one Dom would never permit—unless it brought in a lot more money—I stepped closer to the edge of the stage.“Wanna be my pole?”I cough snorted.“I meant, try my pole.”

Oh, that was so much better!Real smooth, you silly rhubarb.You might as well have invited him to mount you on stage!

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