Nothing says uncomfortable like dancing with an old man with a butt plug shoved up your ass. I swear to God if Max turns it on while I’m dancing with Father Time I may kill him. He won’t have to worry about what my brother will do to him. Thank God it wasn’t Brian who asked to dance.

“I hear you dated my great nephew.”

“I did, but it didn’t work out.” Jesus, this is awkward.

“Between me and you. I’m glad. I never liked that ungrateful little shit.”

I try to suppress my laugh but can’t.

Carter smiles at me.

“I like you, Claire. I like Mr. Bass too. You make a nice couple. The way he looks at you reminds me of the way I looked at my late wife, Coral.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Oh, that was a long time ago. She died young and I couldn’t bring myself to marry again after I lost her.” He has this sad faraway look in his eyes and my heart aches for him. “Thank you for the dance.” He brings my knuckles to his lips.

“Thank you. It isn’t every night I get to dance with a true gentleman.”

Carter smiles faintly and wanders off. I glance around the room in search of Max but don’t see him. I hope he’s closing his deal so we can get the hell out of here.

I head over to the bar for a drink to kill some time. I’m tempted to go to the bathroom and take this damn plug out, but I don’t know what Max will do. He’s having way too much fun with it, but part of me knows I love it too. Hopefully, it pays off in all the ways he’s promised.

I feel ready to burst I want to orgasm so bad. I might pass out when he finally gives it to me.

My ass vibrates and my head whips around the room. I see him grinning at me from a table near the back where he must be talking to Carter’s brother.

The vibrating stops and he gets back to business.

Asshole. I smile at my dirty thoughts.

“Having a good time?” Brian scoots into the empty seat next to me.

“Yep.” I pop the p.

“Want to dance?”

“Nope.” I do the pop thing again.

“Because of your boyfriend?”

“He’s my boss. I’m here for work. Don’t mess this up for me like you already did once, Brian. I told you we’re over. Leave me alone.”

“I get it. I screwed up. I’m only asking for a dance. That’s it.”

“Brian…”

“You want me to make a scene?” He takes me by the hand and leads me to the center of the floor. I don’t know what to do. If I resist he might fuck this up for Max. If I go through with it, Max will be pissed. I can’t win. Everything is like a whirlwind of doubt I wasn’t prepared for.

I steal a look in Max’s direction knowing this won’t end well. He’s deep in conversation and not paying attention. Maybe I can get this over with fast before he even notices. I don’t want to ruin this deal he’s worked so hard for.

A slow song comes on.

Fuck!

Brian pulls me in close, and I try to fight to keep distance between us.

“I wish I could go back and make things right.”

I close my eyes. “Brian…please. I don’t want to do this.”

He presses his body against mine. “We fit together nicely.” I can feel the erection tenting in his pants.

“You need to stop.”

His face grows red. “Why? Because you’re fucking that guy?” He raises his voice and people around us take notice.

“Please.” I practically beg him to stop.

His jaw tenses. “Remember? You told me you fucked him and his huge cock.” He shakes his head. “What a little slut. Fucking your way to the top, huh?”

His hand moves lower on my back and he grabs my ass.

Tears well up in my eyes. “Please don’t do this.”

“You owe me, Claire. I waited months to fuck you and the moment we break up you run off and bang some asshole who gives you a little attention.” His hand moves up under my dress. “He dressed you up like his whore.”

“You’re drunk.” I shove his shoulders to get him away from me, but he yanks me back against his crotch.

Everything seems like it happens in slow motion, but at the same time I don’t have time to react.

Max rips him away from me and blasts him in the face.

Brian tumbles to the ground and blood gushes from his nose.

“Don’t put your fucking hands on her again!” Max towers over him and glares.

Brian paws at his face. “Fuck you! Both of you. She’s nothing but a little whore. You’ll see.”

Max goes after him again, but I grab him by the shoulders.

“Please stop!”

The music halts and everyone stares. I hold my hand over my mouth trying not to cry. I probably ruined the deal for him. This will cost him and the firm so much money.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper against his chest as it expands and contracts with each of his deep breaths.

“I don’t give a shit about the fucking deal. He had his hands all over you. You’re mine. Nobody touches you. Nobody!” His forehead comes to rest against mine. Breathing hard he kisses my lips briefly, and his palms move to my face. “Are you okay?”

I nod against his touch. I want to get lost in it, disappear from this place.

The man he was talking to walks over to us.

Max leans up and bows out his chest. “Apologies for this, but…”

The man cuts him off. “I never liked that little shit.” He holds a hand up. “He’s had it coming. Call me on Monday. I’ll do the deal. You’ve got balls, Mr. Bass. I like that.” He grins.

“Thank you, sir.” Max extends his hands and they shake on it.

When we get outside Max starts laughing. “Did that really just happen?” He hooks his thumb over his shoulder.

“It did.” I lean up against him.

He takes me in his arms. “You’re sure you’re okay? He didn’t hurt you?” He inspects my entire body, his eyes raking up and down.

I grip his hand. “I’m fine. And I’m so happy for you.”

He picks me up and twirls me around. “Woo!” His word echoes off into the night.

We get in the back of his private car and Max pulls me onto his lap. My dress pushes up my stomach as I straddle him. and his head lands between my breasts. I can tell he’s still amped up on adrenaline and I’d love for him to put that energy to good use.

Freeing his cock from his pants I need him inside me now. I can’t wait a second longer.

I grind my pussy against his dick. I’m so wet for him.

He pushes upward and shoves his thick cock into me. It’s not making love this time. It’s primal and raw and ridiculously hot.

Max pushes the straps of my dress down, exposing my tits. “God I love being inside you.” His mouth caps over my nipple and he bites down as I grind on him, rolling my hips from side to side.

He wraps my hair up in his fist and tugs my head back as he thrusts up into me.

A moan parts my lips, and his cock pressing up against the plug in my ass has me about to lose my mind. I’m so close to orgasm when the car suddenly stops.

“We’re here.” He pulls out of me and grins.

“Gotta be fucking kidding me right now?” My whole body is about to combust. I contemplate coming all over the leather upholstery.

I get my shit together and fix my clothes, not without letting him know I’m unhappy with my orgasm situation.

He runs his fingers through my hair and combs out the tangles. “Soon.”