Michael waits until the man who had Rachel is thrown from Kenza before he moves me toward our table and tugs me down onto his lap. He holds me close and then says, “Alex is now aware we know about him and Rachel.” He offers me a wry grin. “I told him we were in the hay loft.”

I slap a hand over my mouth on a gasp. “You did not?”

He chuckles. “I wanted him to know that I’d seen them together. He would have presumed that you had been with me whether or not I’d admitted it.”

After a few minutes, I ask, “How was he?”

“Upset, jealous that she could openly dance with someone else.” I shrug. “I’m so damn glad that it isn’t me in that situation because it would kill me not being able to be with you.”

“I think it’s killing your cousin.”

“He said that.” Michael tightens his hold around my waist and watching the sadness on his face, I decide to lighten the mood, and as we currently have the table to ourselves…

“I’ve never been naughty in a club before,” I whisper into his ear and get a reaction beneath my bottom.

He pauses with his drink to his lips. “Is that a fact?”

He takes a drink.

“Hmm,” I breathe into his ear, “I think you need to touch me.”

He chokes on his drink.

I smirk. “For starters, I think you need to slip a hand up my dress to check how wet I am,” I tease and move around so that my legs are now toward the inner circle of the table.

When he places the bottle of beer on the table, he places his trembling hand on my knee and slowly slips it between my thighs. My breathing becomes heavy as does Michael’s and when he reaches my panties, he moves the material aside, rubbing his fingers through my arousal.

His erection prods me in the bottom making me wetter. It doesn’t help that I have him breathing heavily in my ear while he teases my folds, and then, when he enters me with a finger, my body shudders in response.

“I’m going to make you come while we sit here.” He thrusts his finger in and out while stringing my clit with his thumb. “Ugh,” he groans. “Your nipples are begging for my mouth. I need to take you somewhere else.”

He goes to remove his hand, but I hold him there. “I’m so close…please.”

He holds my gaze as his fingers plunge and attack while I grip his shoulders, and then I feel my release spinning through my body until I shudder, biting into his shoulder so that I don’t scream.

Michael curses into my neck as he slowly removes his fingers.

Unable to catch a full breath, I watch as he slowly sucks his fingers into his mouth. “You taste good.”

“I need you inside me. Right now.”

His eyes widen in surprise and I feel his need under my bottom. His shaft is hugely swollen and feels rock hard. He has to be uncomfortable like that.

“Let’s go.” He puts me on my feet and, holding my hips from behind, guides me to the back of the club. We keep going and then we’re out in the alley behind the club. “I can’t wait to get home.”

He turns me around and captures my lips. His kiss is heated and holds so much promise that my toes curl in my shoes.

“I need you now. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. All that heat and wetness.”

“Yes.” I reach between us and make quick work of his trousers, and then I feel my bottom hit something.

I turn and realize he’s laying me down on top of the bonnet of a car. I wrap my legs around his hips and moan when he moves my panties to the side and plunges into me.

My back arches as I’m hit with an overload of pleasure, regardless of the fact that I’ve just come. He stretches me but when I feel the tickle of his pubic hair against me, I know he’s buried so deeply that my body clenches around his thick penis.

Michael groans and drops over me. “You keep doing that and I’ll be coming without even moving.”

“Please move,” I beg.

He tugs my dress down and captures a breast with his mouth, humming around it…and slowly starts to move until his hips hammer against me.

Michael stands and holding my hips continues his punishing thrusts, bringing my body alive with so much need that I suddenly start rippling along the length of him. I shout and grab hold of his arms for support as my orgasm claims me so deeply that I’m surprised I haven’t pulled his dick off.

With one last hard thrust, Michael throws his head back, the tendons in his neck visible, and groans spilling his seed.

He collapses on top of me, and minutes later he starts laughing. Shaking his head, he slips free of my body and quickly dresses himself before he tugs my panties into place and helps me with my dress.

“Do you want the restroom?”

I wince. “I think I better… What’s so amusing?”

He grins. “We’ve just had sex on top of Ryan’s baby.”

“We have not? I thought he had a truck?”

“He does, but this car…his pride and joy.”

“At least he doesn’t know.”

Michael entwines our fingers together and tugs me back into the club. “I wish I could tease him about it.”

“Don’t you dare!” I lightly bump his shoulder as he pulls me to a stop as Ryan comes around the corner.

Ryan moves closer and says, “I’m sending you the bill for the car wash.” The man smirks and looks pleased with himself. As he moves away, he shouts over his shoulder, “Don’t worry, I deleted the security footage. You owe me.”

He walks away.

I don’t need to look in a mirror to realize that my face is bright red with embarrassment, but as Michael looks at me, I realize he looks pleased with himself.

“Why do you look happy?” I ask, narrowing my gaze.

Michael grins. “I’ve just had hot sex with the woman I love. Why wouldn’t I be happy?”

“I can still feel you between my legs.”

His eyes darken.

I pull him down to me and kiss his cheek. “I love you.” Delight fills his gaze as I kiss his cheek again. “I’m going to find the restroom and clean up. Don’t go getting into any trouble.”

He taps me on the bottom as I move away and nothing can wipe the smile off my face, even when I try to avoid Ryan’s gaze as I pass him.

“Not so fast,” he laughs, catching my arm. “I’ll walk with you.”

I raise a brow. “I’m going to the restroom.”

“Obviously my direction is a bit different.” His grin is infectious, but he becomes serious as he pulls me further down the corridor and out of the way of the door to the restrooms. “Do you know what’s going on with Alex and Rachel?”

My heart sinks because I can’t be the one to tell their family.

“I see that you do,” he drawls and waits.

Exhaling, I admit, “Look, it’s none of my business and I feel really uncomfortable talking to anyone about them. Maybe you should ask Michael, or even better, Alex.”

He searches my gaze, and curses. “Never mind, I know. I guess I wanted you to tell me otherwise.”

I wince. “I’m sorry, but I really do need the restroom.”

He offers me a wry smile and his eyes alight with mirth. “There’s so much I could say to that, but as I don’t think a black eye will do me much good with the ladies, I’ll refrain.”

Nudging him, I say, “I appreciate that.”

All I hear is his chuckling as I disappear into the restroom.