Free Their Million-Dollar Night by Katherine Garbera

an intimate table close to the stage.
    Her hands were shaking and she didn’t understand why. She looked up at Max, a sense of panic closing in on her. “Talk to me, please. I need some kind of distraction.”
    â€œAbout what?”
    â€œYour job. Are you on vacation?”
    â€œNo, I’m here to take a break from some tense negotiations.”
    â€œFor what? I don’t even know what you do.”
    â€œI run an international company. We’re trying to merge a travel agency into our conglomerate. But the owner of the travel agency isn’t too sure he wants a man like me at the helm.”
    â€œA man like you?”
    â€œA bachelor. They are very family-focused, andHarron wants to be assured that I won’t let that focus slip.”
    â€œYou don’t strike me as a family man,” she said, carefully.
    â€œI guess I’m really not. But that doesn’t mean I can’t see the value in being one.”
    She tipped her head to the side. “I’ve never had a family. Just the girls in the show.”
    â€œWill you be able to dance again?”
    She shook her head. “Not at the same level, and I’m not one of those people who will settle for second best.”
    He scooted his chair closer to hers and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Leaning in close, he whispered directly into her ear.
    â€œAre you wearing a bra?”
    She glanced up at him, startled. “I’m a 36DD, what do you think?”
    He ran his finger down the V at the front of her dress to the cleavage revealed there. He slipped his finger under the material. She shivered from his touch. His finger was big and warm. Gently caressing her. Moving slowly lower, his finger encountered the lace edge of her demi-cup bra before brushing her areola.
    â€œAh, yes, you are.”
    Her nipple had hardened at his first touch. They were secluded close to the stage in an alcove where no one could see them. But the fact that they were in a public place heightened her excitement.
    He drew the tip of his finger lazily back and forth across her nipple. With his free hand he stroked her neck, urging her to tip her head back onto his shoulder. She did, and he lowered his mouth to hers.
    His tongue teased hers before dipping deeper, thrusting into her mouth in time to his finger strokes across her breast. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt an answering pull in her center.
    He lifted his mouth from hers. “Are you wearing panties?”
    â€œA thong,” she said, feeling dazed by the sensuality he wove so easily around her.
    â€œTake it off.”
    She’d never done anything like this before. And it made her feel exciting and daring. “I’m not—
    â€œPlease.”
    No other word would have made her react, but that one did. There was a fire in his eyes that answered the one he’d started in her body. She’d expected him to remove his hand, but he kept stroking her breast and nipple as she lowered her hands to her lap.
    The table was draped with a cloth that fell to the floor, so there was no way anyone could see her. She attempted to glance around, but Max stopped her with his hand on her chin.
    â€œNo one is looking. There’s just you and I and the music. No past or present. But it’s up to you…do you want to do this?”
    She swallowed hard, staring into his eyes. She nodded. Speaking would break the spell he’d cast around her.
    â€œLift your dress to your waist.”
    She did as he asked, pulling the fabric up slowly. His eyes were on hers the entire time. And what she saw in them egged her on. Made her want to be the sexy woman he thought she was. The sexy woman she’d known she was before her attack.
    â€œIs your skirt up?”
    â€œYes.”
    He glanced down and his hand tightened on her breast. He breathed a little more heavily, lowering his hand to her thigh. She glanced down as his hand moving higher, slowly, toward the