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I’m suddenly conscious of people around us watching, seeing if a fight is about to break out. All I know is it won’t be a very long fight.

“So, are you looking for trouble?” Max asks, staring at him steadily, and there’s something about the calm tone of his voice that has me paying attention. “Because I don’t think you can handle what I’m about to give you.”

The guys blinks, then shakes his head. “No sir. No trouble.”

“Then you better be on your way.”

“I better be on my way.”

“Actually, you owe us both a drink. For wasting our time.”

“I will buy you both a drink.”

The guy takes out his wallet and then holds out a twenty.

“No,” Max says, smirking at him. “I think we need all the cash.”

“Okay,” the guy says. He takes all the cash out of his wallet and hands it to Max. “Here you go. I’ll be going now.”

Then he turns and walks away.

“Buh bye,” Max calls out after him.

“Wow,” I say under my breath, leaning into him. “I really thought we’d have a body to bury.”

“Violence isn’t always the answer, Ada,” he says to me, shoving the cash in his jacket pocket. “Not when robbery is.”

“Too bad, I was looking forward to you throwing down in here.”

He eyes me, nose flaring. “Oh yeah? That does it for you?”

I nod, giving him my sexiest I want to fuck you smile.

I can feel the energy leap off of him from here.

“Because I can punch the next guy right in the face, if you’d like,” he adds. “Lord knows there won’t be a short supply since every Tom, Dick and Harry wants to hit on you.”

“Can you blame them?” I ask sweetly, biting my lip for show.

“Fuck no,” he practically growls. Then he grabs my arm and pulls me away from the alcohol line. We were so close to actually getting service, but when he leads me over to the private handicapped restroom and opens the door, practically throwing me in, all is forgiven.

He locks it, his long legs cross the room in two strides and then he’s leaning over to cup my ass in his hands, lifting me up like a feather, and shoving me back against the wall, kissing me long and deep and wild.

I wrap my legs around him and he shoves my dress up to my waist. It was no accident that I wore a lacey strappy sundress dress today, and that I’m also going commando. Easy access all the way.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Max says through a shaking groan, his hands sliding up over my bare hips, thumbs gliding in over my pussy where I’m already wet. “I had no idea.”

I giggle as he licks my earlobe, breath hot and frantic as he unzips his jeans. “Serves you right for not trying to feel me up earlier.”

“I’ve been a stupid, stupid man.” He grabs his cock, hard as concrete, positioning it against me. “How about I make it up to you?”

Before I can answer he shoves inside me, leaving me gasping, my fingers digging into his head, grabbing his jacket as he pushes to the hilt.

“Oh god,” I cry out, my words catching.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs, pulling out and thrusting his cock back in, my head hitting the tiles. He kisses me again, a soul-searing kiss that makes my body fill with butterflies, then the pace gets faster, wilder.

I press the heels of my shoes into his ass, wanting him deeper still, loving how far he goes, how he fills me.

“You called me your boyfriend,” he says gruffly, kissing down my throat.

My breath hitches, hoping that didn’t bother him. “Sorry about that.”

He pulls back, breathing hard, running a thumb over my lips. “Don’t be. I can be that for you. Or I can just be the man who’s about to make you come. I can be anything you want.”

“What do you want?” I ask, and I realize that maybe we shouldn’t be having this conversation while he’s screwing me in a bathroom stall at a Gwar concert.

“I have what I want.” He kisses me deeply, pulls back to look intently in my eyes. “You.”

“And what am I?”

His gaze drops to my mouth, to my cheek, to my nose, back to my eyes. “You’re everything and the only thing.”

I’m momentarily speechless.

God damn it.

I swallow hard. “If you didn’t have your dick inside me, I might say that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

He gives me a lazy grin. “Good thing I have my dick inside you, then.”

Then he thrusts inside me, that big fucking dick of his, so deeply that my lungs are emptied of air, and starts railing me until I think he might just impale me on the tiles.

I had a feeling it would be like this with him, that it would be this good.