Nicole Nielsen never dreamt that her erotic catering company, Sweet Dreams, would be selected to host a fantasy party on the famous pleasure planet, Zygoman. Much less, that she would find herself strapped to a table as the dessert course for seven sexy men.

Royal Marine, Drake Andrews, has only one night to convince his long lost love, Niki, to forgive his lengthy absence from her life. It won’t be easy. And he’s afraid the only way is to have her bound and helpless to his desires.

It was breathtaking. She was breathtaking.

Immediately, his body responded. He ached to touch her, to taste her, to feel his cock deep inside her warmth. What he would give to slide up her body, enter her, and die a little as he branded her his. The fact that she was bound for his pleasure made his blood heat and surge through his veins.

He wanted her. Now.

With the paint and food covering her body, Drake, would have never recognized her. Still, she looked delicious. Wild, untamed, but not free—not tonight.

“Tom, I think one of those damned cherries fell off again.” Her warm sexy voice wound around him like a cat, weaving through he legs, rubbing softly against his skin.

Drake stepped further into the room. The rebellious cherry she referred to was laying at her side. He picked it up by the stem and held it in front of her shuttered eyelids. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

Niki’s eyes popped open. She went deathly white, as if she’d seen a ghost. “Drake.” Her voice shook, her body followed.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Drake,” she repeated, but weaker as if she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—believe her eyes.

Hell, she was going into shock. “Niki.” He pressed his lips to hers, but they were cold, unyielding. He backed away.

She blinked, pausing. When she opened her eyes again, her composure was intact. “What are you doing here?” There was a chill in her tone that went straight to his bones.

Fuck. His sister was right. This was not the welcome he had hoped for.

At a loss for words, he said, “I arranged this through Chloe. This is my party.”

Her brows shot up. Her jaw dropped. “You’re the host?”

“Well, uh, yes.”

Her face grew tight, indifferent. “I see.” She bit out the two words. Then she scanned his length with a demeaning swipe. “The table was set to entertain you and your friends. Where is everyone?” She coolly gazed passed him.

Drake frowned. She couldn’t mean it. Chloe had said she’d never go through with the charade. This was Chloe’s gig. Niki didn’t allow strange men to touch her. His sister had been sure Niki would chicken out when the time drew near.

The time was now.

“Is that what you want, Niki?” he baited her all the while praying she’d call uncle—give in.

She pinned him with an all-business glare through the dark mask painted across her eyes. “Did you pay your bill?

He nodded, hating the rancor in her voice.

She looked away. “Then bring it on.”

And with that, he’d been dismissed. He ran his fingers through his hair. Damn the woman. What was he supposed to do now?

Fuck. He had told his men that Niki wouldn’t go through with being on display, much less allowing several men to touch her intimately. But here she lay, naked, looking more delicious and stubborn by the minute. Surely she would cave when his men entered the room.

A vision of his platoon’s arrival on Ardorian flashed before his eyes. As he and his men stepped off the transport earlier he grinned confidently. “Sorry, men, no dessert for you tonight.” Niki was his and his alone.

Bones laid a hand on his shoulder. “Buddy, it’s been six years. You don’t know the lady anymore. What if she wants to go through with the dessert charade?”

No fucking way, but he had played along. “Then she’s all yours.” His previous words came back to haunt him. They tasted bitter on his tongue, as he drew his gaze back to Niki’s pinched face.

“All business?” he asked, as his anger built. Damn, the woman. She was pushing him into a corner.

“All business,” she responded without hesitation. “I’m a professional. You’ll get what you paid for.”

“I paid for you.”

“No,” she flatly stated. “I’m dessert for you and your men, but you can choose Lauren or Crystal as your plaything for tonight. They’re both blondes, and I can guarantee that you’ll have a good time. Hell, take them both. It’s on the house. Welcome home, Drake.”

Her chest rose with each deep, unsteady breath. Although she hid beneath an indifferent mask, Niki was upset—and by the clench of her jaw, she was getting madder by the minute.

“It’s you, or I sue,” he threatened, playing all his cards.

As if he had slapped her, Niki’s head jerked towards him. “You’re kidding.”

“No, Niki, I’m serious.” Her head thump against the marshmallow pillow as he continued, “Remember…all business. You’re entertainment for me and my men.” Okay this was her last opportunity to beg out of the contract. His gut twisted. Dammit. It wasn’t suppose to go this far. She pinned him with a glare. “Niki?”

She cut her gaze away from him. Her silence was a knife to his chest.

Heat scorched his face. “An alternative.” She turned back to face him. “We need to talk.” Something close to fear flickered in her eyes and disappeared before he could register more. “Or you can spend the night with me, a prisoner to my fantasies. You will not question them. You will do exactly what I ask. Is it a deal?” He held his breath waiting her answer.