“And what’s your name?” he asked. He looking out on to the crowd and engaging everyone in the room, but, at the same time, I felt as though I was the only thing there that mattered to him. My toes curled in my heels as I inhaled his sweet scent; he was wearing an expensive aftershave, something deep and masculine and musky, and I wanted to bury myself in it and never come out.

“Madison,” I replied softly, looking into his eyes. They were so blue and so bright, even more so than they’d seemed from my seat. The way they glinted at me made something light up deep in my stomach.

“Madison,” he repeated, and the crowd hollered once more. “Good to meet you, Madison. You ready to help me out?”

“Yeah,” I bit my lip, a bit embarrassed, and grinned at him, and I noticed that his thumb was tracing along my waist a little. Did he do this with everyone he brought up on stage?

One of the men he’d been dancing with pulled out a chair from backstage, and placed it down in the spotlight. The light spread and softened as Chad guided me down into the seat, pushing me gently until I was sitting down and staring up at him. He was practically naked in only a pair of underwear, and I could see the shape of his very generous cock even through the fabric. Subway indeed. He leaned in close to my ear, his breath hot on my cheek, and I licked my suddenly dry lips, and tried to keep my cool.

“Just let me know if anything gets too much for you, okay?” he murmured close to my ear, and I knew those words were just for me, and oddly it felt intimate. As we were about to do something sexual and not take part in a performance on stage.

“I will,” I promised with a nod, and he drew away and turned back to the crowd, the moment between us dropping away as the music lifted once more.

“Are you ready?” he yelled out to the crowd.

They replied in the affirmative so he turned back to me, and straddled me.

I felt as though my brain had dropped out the back of my head. I gulped as his hard thigh muscles brushed lightly against my body. Then he looked directly into my eyes and I thought I was going to die. Oh, god. This man was something else.

The whole time that he was using me to dance. At first, I felt a little self-conscious, up there on stage, in front of all those people, and being the object of desire for the sexiest man I’d ever me, but then, as he began to use me to move, I forgot all of that and focused entirely on the way he made me feel.

It was impossible not to.

The way he touched me, going slow at first with the beat of the song, pushing a strand of hair back from my face, and leaning in close to my neck, his mouth so warm and so close and so tantalizing, I was finding it hard to keep my head straight.

And then, as the music picked up, he began to really move. He flexed his hips and ground against me, his eyes boring into mine, a slight smile playing at the corner of his sensuous, full lips as though he knew precisely what he was doing to me, and had no intention of letting up. I knew he’d told me that I could stop this whenever I wanted, but no part of me wanted for it to end. No, I wanted more and more.

The song spanned on, but I could barely hear the music any longer, or the screaming of the crowd. In fact, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else in the room, but the sound of his breath and mine mingling in the air between us. I could feel my pulse picking up, my body reacting to the way that he was moving on top of me, around me, behind me.

Jesus Christ, I was getting wet!

Standing behind the chair, he slipped his hands down my waist, and hooking his head over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and wondered how obvious it was that I was getting turned on, but I didn’t care who saw it. Part of what was getting me off was knowing how sexual he was being with me in front of all these people. I wondered how far he would take it. I wondered how far I would let him…

Because I didn’t want to stop. Ever.

The song came to an end, with him right up in my face, only a few inches away from me. He was breathing a little heavily and so was I. I could have sworn I saw his eyes flick down to my mouth for a moment like he was thinking about kissing me right there and then. I tilted my head up, letting him know that I wouldn’t have turned it down. He lingered for a moment longer before he seemed to reluctantly pull himself away.

“How about that?” He raised his hands once more and the sound of the crowd began to filter into my brain once more.

I blinked. For a second there when it looked like he was about to kiss me I had forgotten I was up on stage. God, the way he had looked at me. The audience cheered and whooped, and I wondered how many of them were sick with jealousy that I was the one up there and not them. I couldn’t see Eleanor’s face but I had a feeling she was going to be pretty fucking pissed that he had chosen me and not her.

“How about another one?” Chad asked, and there was another wave of screaming agreement from the audience. He turned to me, with a grin on his face, and shrugged as though he couldn’t disappoint his fans. He raised his eyebrows at me, silently asking if this was okay, and I nodded at once. I realized my lips were a little parted, like I had been getting ready for the kiss that had never quite come.

“Wait for me,” he said, and ducked backstage for a moment. He returned with something in his hand, and pulled me to my feet. My legs were still so wobbly that I found myself falling against him for support. Thank heavens he was there to prop me up because otherwise I swear, I would have crumpled to the ground in a heap in front of everyone. His body felt so good, so hard and strong next to mine. Without thinking I tentatively laid a hand on his chest. And I didn’t even feel slutty.