5: Locke.

The teeth of my zipper bite into my bulging erection, making my laugh sound more like a groan. "I've never danced in my life, Harriet. I have no idea how."

"If you ask me nicely, I'll teach you."

And then she's coming closer. Walking her fingers along the surface of the island, slowly cutting a path in my direction. "What...right now?"

She shrugs a delicate shoulder. "Now is as good a time as any."

That's what she thinks.

My dick is currently harder than steel. There will be no hiding it.

"I-I don't think that's necessary, Harriet, but thank you." I start to back away, but then she's in front of me—and I can't move. I can't function, because she's so fucking beautiful up close that my windpipe closes. Oh my God. Does she even have pores? Why isn't she acting in movies? More than her looks, however, there is this sweet vulnerability to her that is making me want to kneel at her feet. How can she be trembling when she's a million miles out of my league? "Harriet...I can't."

She slides a