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notch.
    “Give me your wrists,” he demanded.
    She hesitated, looking to Q for help. Her eyes were locked on Jude. Sabrina’s silent pleas went unanswered. Some friend. Where was that damn stick when she needed it?
    His voice drew her back. “Afraid I’ll trap you in my sex lair, Jersey girl?”
    Hmph . Not one to back down from a challenge, she slapped her hand into his. With a smirk, he wrapped the first cuff around her wrist. He took his time fastening first one then the other securely, buckling it, searching for the right hole to slide the metal tongue into. His expression remained focused but every once in a while he looked in her eyes, as if checking her reaction.
    Her heart thudded in her ears. Swallowing was suddenly difficult. Each touch seemed electric – sizzling across the sensitive skin on her wrist. Her eyes fluttered closed as she soaked in each feeling. Hard, uncompromising cuffs, callused but gentle hands. The sensations blended together and put her in some kind of mind-numbing haze.
    She realized he’d stopped touching her and popped open her lids. Jude was there, his lips quirked up in an amused but sexy smile. She looked down at her bound wrists – one cuff on each, with two buckles fastened, and a length of leather hanging off each. She could tell the two could connect if he chose to buckle them together – or onto something, like a headboard or railing. An image came to mind – her tied, spread-eagle, to a bed, Q stalking around her like a lion assessing tasty prey. And damn if she didn’t get wetter.
    She gave her head a shake and twisted her wrists this way and that. Funny how her movement wasn’t constricted yet they still made her feel trapped – in a deliciously exciting way.
    “So…” she said, forcing herself to speak matter-of-factly and not betray her arousal. “You do this to women then?”
    “I do. When they want me to. I don’t lure young women who don’t want it.” He gave her an ironic grin. That deep male voice, right there and up close, did such nice things to her insides. “But you…” He traced a finger along her bottom lip. “You look like you need it.”
    Q appeared beside her. “If she says yes, you have to share.”
    Share? What?
    “And you.” He dropped his hand from Sabrina’s mouth and fingered a piece of Q’s silky hair. “What side of the crop do you fall on?”
    “Both,” she answered.
    What the hell were they talking about? Some secret kink code? She needed to pay closer attention to those websites. Or, heaven forbid, read one of Q’s dirty books.
    Q looked Sabrina over with a calculating eye. That never boded well. She nodded to Jude as she backed away a little. “Fasten them behind her.”
    Sabrina gasped. “Q!”
    Jude raised his brows. “Usually I’m the one giving orders, but I’m curious to see where this is going. However, she hasn’t said yes. I need that.”
    Her tight breathing settled a bit. At last someone was making sense.
    Then he focused on her and put a single finger under her chin then made her look up at him. “Willing to try this, little ghost hunter? I’m letting your friend call the shots here.”
    No almost spilled out, but, there was a yes too. Mouth half-open, ready to speak, she tried to think. Her mind spun to a halt.
    It came out as a squeaky whisper. “Yes?”
    Before she could say more, he turned her, gathered her wrists in a firm hold and fastened them together. If Q wasn’t here she’d be bolting for the door but… She glared at her traitorous friend, vacillating between terror and a fucking annoying as hell desire to keep tumbling down this rabbit hole of debauchery – with Q at her side. Or standing over her with a wicked smile, stick thingy in hand.
    Sabrina looked up at the ceiling and whimpered. Dear Jesus, where were these thoughts coming from?
    “Can you hold her against you?” she heard Q ask.
    Jude tugged her tight up against his chest, facing her forward, arms locked in his hands.
    Q