I’m two seconds from sealing the deal and having Brooke out the door and in my bed when Maxwell slides into the booth on the other side of her. I glare in his direction and he ignores my stare.

“Maxwell.” He grins right at me as he says his name.

Blood rushes into my face. This motherfucker.

Brooke clearly sees my face tense up, and smiles, then turns to him. “Brooke.”

They shake, and it doesn’t escape my attention that his hand lingers on hers a moment too long.

He’s playing with fire. How much booze has this cocksucker had?

He’s going to catch every shitty case that walks through the door for the next year.

“So, how do you know Weston?”

She smiles between the two of us, but I know she can feel the tension.

I scoot a little closer to her and put my arm around her shoulder. Maxwell is still pissed that I fucked Katrina. She was his assistant. I fired her just so I could fuck her. I don’t mix business and pleasure. She was a disappointment in bed, then wanted to talk about feelings and shit the next day.

I don’t feel things. I fuck things.

“We just met.”

Maxwell scowls.

Fuck.

What is she doing?

I glare at her this time.

“Fuck you, bro.” He grabs the bottle of champagne and takes a hard swig.

“We met last night and watch your goddamn mouth when you talk to me.”

Brooke straightens up in a hurry when she hears my tone. She clears her throat. “I umm—I didn’t mean to cause tension. We met last night but tonight we decided to start over. New year, new beginnings and all that.” She eyes the two of us cautiously.

My brother looks over at me from across the way and raises a brow, but I shake my head. I don’t need my kid brother getting involved. I can handle my own. I was a state champion wrestler in high school for fuck’s sake.

“Oh.” He glances over at me. “You won’t mind if I steal your date for a dance, would you?” He flashes that evil smile again. Fuck, he’s brave. I don’t need other people seeing this shit and thinking it’s okay to challenge me. He must really be burned up about Katrina.

“We’re leaving.” I grab Brooke’s slender hand and pull her out of the booth with me.

“Maybe I want to dance.” She picks the wrong time to be cute. I don’t like to be told no, and I’ll be fucked with an iron spike if she’s dancing with Maxwell.

“Then you’ll dance with me.” I give him a nice big fuck-you smile and pull her toward the stairs.

We walk down and out under the silver disco ball.

It’s close to midnight and I want nothing more than to see what’s under that red dress.

The music playing has a softer beat. It’s a slower tempo as her body moves against mine. Her back presses against my chest as I dance with her from behind, and she lays her head back on my shoulder. Our fingers thread together under her breasts as she works her ass over my dick.

Her reddish-blonde hair lays to the left, giving me perfect access to the right side of her neck.

I lick around the shell of her ear and shove my cock up against her ass. “You’re delaying the inevitable.”

“Mm, patience.”

“You’re playing with fire, Brooke.” I smile against her neck. “You’re going to fly too close to the sun and end up getting fucked on this dance floor.” I pull her harder against my cock when I say the last part.

“Did you just quote Icarus and somehow make it degrading? Maybe there’s more to you than I thought.”

I smile at her wit. There’s something about this girl that scares me a little, somewhere deep inside where nobody else is allowed. “Don’t go falling in love and getting attached. I might vomit.”

She snickers a little, then leans harder against me. “Mmm. You know all the right things to say.”

“One of us has to do all the talking while you come on my cock.”

I feel a tremble of excitement ripple through her body. This little game we’re playing is fun, but I’m going to come in my fucking pants if I don’t get to fuck her soon.

“Mmm.” She moans as her lips part.

I dive right in, claiming her mouth, taking what’s mine for tonight. Her kiss is as sweet as I imagined as her tongue moves with mine. Tasting. Teasing. Licking. Exploring. There’s a give and take. We push and pull, fighting for control. Fuck she’s sexy. I like a woman who’s not afraid to go after what she wants.

Her ass presses against my dick again. The thought of pulling out my cock and fucking her right here in the middle of the dance floor crosses my mind. Everyone else is in their own little worlds, doing the same thing we are. Nobody would know.

I rub my thumb over one of her nipples and she gasps. My cock aches, knowing I can touch her and make her sound so breathless and needy. I can’t wait to hear her crying out my name.

Soon.

My hand glides down the swell of her breast and along her ribs, loving the feel of her curves as I grip her grinding hips.

I have to bite back all the pent up sexual frustration. Fuck, I want to bend her over and spank the shit out of her for doing this to me, making me want her this bad. The only thing stopping me is the scandal it’d bring to the firm when I get charged with indecent exposure and lewd conduct. I have a feeling Brooke’s pussy would be worth the risk. But, I’ve worked too damn hard to build up what I have to throw it all away for something that’s already guaranteed.

I work my way to the top of her thigh, my fingers inching up under the hem of her dress. I’m dangerously close to her pussy.

“Oh, God.” She whimpers when I tug her dress up even half an inch.

“Look at you, such a naughty little bitch.” I grit in her ear as she grinds her hips in an attempt to get closer to my fingers. Something tells me this is all way out of Brooke’s comfort zone. She’s living it up for one night. Wants one night with the dangerous asshole who isn’t afraid to do whatever he wants to her. I can easily live up to that. Deliver what she needs. For her. I’m doing all of this for her.

“God, don’t stop talking. Touch me.”

Fuck, I love my life.

“I knew you’d be dirty. You want me to fuck this little cunt with my fingers, right out here in front of everyone, don’t you?”

She gasps when I slide my hand up her dress and cup her pussy in my palm. Fuck, she’s soaked through her panties for me.

“You can deny it all you want, but this wet pussy doesn’t lie, Brooke.” I slide her panties to the side, and glide my finger back and forth through her slick folds. I look up and see Maxwell watching us from the balcony of the VIP area.

He raises his glass to me. Asshole.

I’d wave right now, Maxwell. But I’m knuckle-deep in Brooke’s hot pussy, so a head nod will have to suffice.

I remove my finger and spin Brooke around. When she looks at me, I shove my pussy-soaked finger in her mouth. Her eyes widen, and I lean in next to her ear.

The music dies down and the crowd begins to count down. “Ten, nine … two, one. Happy New Year!” Party streamers and confetti rain down on us, landing in her hair and on her shoulders. My finger is still in her mouth and I can feel her tongue working around.

“That’s what my cock’s going to taste like in an hour.”

Despite her half-hooded eyes, and serious demeanor, I feel another tremble course through her body. I pull my fingers from her mouth, and she sucks them clean as if she doesn’t want to let go.

Her arms hook around my neck and our mouths connect once more. Her tongue is needy and tastes like champagne.

“We’re leaving, now.”

“God, you’re bossy.”

“Well, I’m the goddamn boss.”

“Hey.” She grabs me by the arm and gives me a look that says be serious for a minute. “I don’t normally do—this.” Her eyes dart around. “I don’t sleep with men on the first date.”

“Good thing it’s not a date.” I haul her toward the door.

I make sure to shoot Maxwell the fucking bird when Brooke looks the other direction.

Cocksucker.

Rick’s already parked up front and waiting. I wave to my brothers and the other guys, but they’re all occupied. Maxwell is the only one watching, and he glares. Like I’d just let him have a go at Brooke. Even if I didn’t like Brooke, I wouldn’t share. He knows better.

No fucking way.

And Brooke is mine. She belongs to me.

For the night.

And maybe more than that, if I want more.