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Strong arms catch me, putting me at Max’s mercy. He holds me at this impossible angle, my feet unable to right themselves. My entire weight is being held up in his arms.
“I like you vulnerable like this.” He bends down, kissing me. My arms naturally wrap around his neck and ever so slowly, he places me on my feet, all while we kiss.
“I hear that my brother asked you to be his plus one…again.” Jealousy laces his tone.
“This works best for you. I know you like a chase,” I tease Max.
“It’s a good thing Demi showed up to distract Dante. I’m not sure I would be able to stay silent knowing you hold all his attention.” I go to explain that this is not the case, but he covers my mouth. “I know, I know, you’re friends. Best friends. I don’t have to like it, but I accept it. You’re here because of me after all.”
His hand trickles up my skirt, tracing the hem of my panties.
“How about I show you how much you mean to me?” I say seductively, my fingers walking up his chest before I cup his solid pec and grasp his growing package with my other hand. “When I’m not slammed at work.”
I push off of him but he pulls me in closer and his fingers slip past my underwear to circle my clit.
“It’s busy out there,” I half protest.
“And the only way you’re leaving here is if you’re a good girl and come on my fingers,” he murmurs in a low, gruff voice. His fingers enter me and his thumb presses on my clit.
“Max, seriously, I need to go back.” I swallow the moan that wants to bubble up from my throat as he stares at me with such wonder and desire. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to someone looking at me like this. The feelings he elicits from me are terrifying. I fear my eyes reflect equal parts lust, trust, and only a tiny part of the annoyance I’m desperately trying to cling to.
“And you will.” His fingers twist, drawing a moan from the back of my throat. His eyes hold a determination I’ve come to recognize. He kisses my neck and my body relaxes as I force myself to focus and enjoy the moment. This is happening no matter what I say.
My neck curves as he makes his way from the bottom of my ear to my chest with soft kisses. His other hand plucks at my nipple covered by my shirt.
“My perfect, needy, Sienna.” My head falls back, enjoying the way he makes my body come alive. All thoughts about the bar float away and Max is the only thing that consumes me. It should be worrisome how fast he can make me forget everything, and the way I allow him to consume me. No one has ever held this much power over me. I shiver involuntarily and heat spreads through my belly, right to the apex of my thighs.
I arch my chest into his hand as pleasure ripples through me. Waves of hot, delicious, lust wash over my nerves but it’s not quite enough to push me over the edge. I grind my hips harder against his hand.
“I love when you become my slut.” He sucks on my earlobe, his stubble brushing over my cheek.
I’m desperate for my release, grinding shamelessly.
“Tell me you’re mine.” There’s an edge to his voice, but when I look into his face there is tenderness.
I refuse to answer, scared that if I become his, then I’ll lose myself entirely. He bites on my lower lip, showing me his displeasure when I refuse. He licks the pain away, murmuring, “If you want to come, tell me you’re mine.”
I’m breathless, squirming, and starting to sweat, each breath bringing me closer but never close enough to come apart.
Max plays the slow game, stroking my clit, seeming to have all the time in the world.
He bites down on my neck, making me gasp. “I’m your slut.”
He flicks my clit before dipping his fingers into my wet pussy, dragging the wetness to where he wants it. My pulse is flying. My body is shaking. I don’t know if I can take much more.
“Max,” I plead, not knowing what I’m asking for.
“Come for me,” he demands in his husky, sexy voice. His thumb brushes over my clit, back and forth, as his fingers fuck me like his cock would. I’m panting, my breath unable to recover, and my heart is beating erratically.
His lips suck on my neck as my head becomes light and I’m moaning his name. Light flashes in the back of my eyes as my body spasms in his arms. Coming down from the high, I watch as Max places his fingers into his mouth, sucking my juices off them.
Three bangs on the door and the handle wiggling has the flames of my arousal fading like someone threw a cold bucket of water on me. “Shit,” I curse.
“Sienna?” It’s Dante’s voice coming from the other side.
“You okay? Why is the door locked?” I glare at Max but he looks like a kid in a candy shop. I grab the bottles just before the door opens.
Max slides behind the door and holds a finger over his lips where Dante can’t see.
