45. Nat

Ishould be on the dance floor by now. But instead, I'm glued to Max's lap, unable to move. Music thumps from nearby speakers and the air is heavy with perfume, sweat, and in my corner of the VIP lounge, lust.

It's been less than a week since we fucked, but my body is needy. Max knows exactly how to play me.

He strokes the soft skin of my inner thighs. Each light touch has me quivering, desperate for more. My red dress is indecently high, pushed up so my black lace panties are visible. They're soaked.

I keep glancing around but nobody's watching us. Nobody can see what Max is doing to me. Teasing me. The tip of his finger strokes the damp gusset of my panties. I almost moan out loud but manage to quell the sound by biting my cheek.

If I make too much noise, someone will notice. The thought of anyone seeing what Max is up to makes me hot, and not just because I'm embarrassed.

"Open your legs, malyshka," he purrs, his lips brushing the side of my neck.

The good girl in me wants to keep my legs clamped tightly shut but the bad girl overrules her. He sighs with satisfaction when my legs spread a little wider, giving him better access.

"Did you wear this dress hoping for attention tonight?" He pushes my panties aside and groans when he feels how wet I am. From the way his erection throbs against my ass, he's just as turned on as I am.

I know he's expecting a reply, but my throat has seized up. I can't speak. All I can do is quiver as he pushes a fat finger inside me and strokes my inner walls.

"Max…" I managed to spit out after a few long moments of enduring his teasing. "I need you!" This isn't enough. Nowhere near enough.

He removes his finger and drags my wetness up over my clit. Each firm circular swirl takes me higher. My hips buck but he holds me tight, locked down against his hard body.

"Be still, malyshka, or someone will see how pretty you look with your thighs parted for me, how desperate you are for my cock. I can't have that. Nobody else is allowed to see what's mine."

There he goes again, saying I'm his. I really don't know what to make of statements like that.

He presses my clit harder. I'm so close. Almost there now. Just a few more seconds…

"Oh my god, it's so hot down there! I'm parched!"

My friend's voice breaks through my arousal just as Max pulls his fingers out of my underwear and licks them lasciviously.

Jane drops down on the seat across from us and gulps down some more champagne. Then pouts a little when she realizes the second bottle is almost empty.

"We need more fizz," she huffs before looking at me with a glint in her eye. "Was the entertainment better up here, Nat?"

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. Can she tell what we've been doing? Oh god. Public sex is not me at all. Jane would have no qualms whatsoever about getting down and dirty up here, but I'm not that kind of girl.

At least I wasn't until I met Max.

"You've corrupted me," I whisper when she's distracted by her phone.

He just laughs.

"Looks like my guy is here," she says with a look that suggests she's not one hundred percent happy about it. "I better go meet him. Be good you two!"

Just as Jane scampers away, Amanda and Kolya appear at the top of the stairs. Neither of them looks especially happy and if I had to guess, I'd say Amanda is even more pissed off than before.

"You OK?" I ask when she drops down next to me.

"Yeah. Might head off shortly though. Got a headache." Kolya's expression is blank as he stands several feet away, doing his best impression of a statue again.

"Kolya will drop you home," Max says.

"I'm good, I can order an—"

"No. You're Natalya's friend, so I'd prefer knowing you got home safely."

Something softens inside me. I love how Max takes care of not just me, but also my friends.

"OK, whatever." She sighs and then stands once again. I wish I knew what her problem was. She's acting weird. And it's not like her to be so rude when someone offers their help.

Max calls Kolya over. "Take her home and then you're off the clock."

"But boss, I don't like leaving you here…"

Max shakes his head. "We're leaving shortly. I'll call Boris."

We are? I'm kinda pissed at the way he assumes I'm done for the night. I mean, I am done, but still. It would be nice to be asked!

"I haven't had much opportunity to dance yet!"

Max smirks at my petulant tone and presses my thighs apart. "Let me take you home, baby." His voice low, husky, and full of deviant promise.

All thoughts of hitting the dance floor vanish.