Free Their Million-Dollar Night by Katherine Garbera Page B

in his veins, pooling in his groin. He knew he’d have a problem when it came time to leave the dance floor, but for now, it felt good to have her tease him.
    This was the first time she’d taken the lead, and he savored it, knowing he was starting to unlock the real Roxy, the woman who’d been frozen by the cruel attack.
    He lowered his head and breathed in the summer scent of her hair. His hands lowered from her hips. Her butt was full and curvy, and he flexed his fingers against her. She shifted her hips, rubbing her mound against his erection.
    He heard her breath come in quick and sharp. Her full breasts rubbed against his chest and he wished he’d left his jacket at the table so he could feel her against him. In fact, he wished they were both naked.
    She was toned and in shape. Everywhere he touched renewed the lust he felt for her body. But every touch of hers on his body renewed the affection in his heart. He liked this woman. Liked her in a way that he didn’t understand or want to analyze.
    The tempo of the music changed, but Roxy didn’t seem to notice and he didn’t want to either. He maneuvered them away from the center of the dance floor to a corner near the stage where the low lighting didn’t reach, and they continued to sway together to a beat that could only be heard by the two of them.
    â€œLet’s get out of here,” she said.
    â€œGive me a minute.”
    She skimmed her hand between their bodies, running her fingers over his erection. “I think it might take more than a minute.”
    He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands behind her back, then lowered his head till his mouth nearly touched hers. “If you keep that up, it will.”
    She shifted in his arms, undulating against him. “When we’re alone, you’re going to pay for that.”
    â€œPromise?”
    â€œOh, yes.”
    He reached between them, adjusted himself asbest he could and led her back to their table. She grabbed her purse while he tossed some bills on the table to cover their tab. He put his hand at the small of her back as they walked from the club.
    Outside, he wrapped one arm around her waist, putting the other under her chin, tipping her head back and kissing her until she softened against him. After a long moment, he lifted his head.
    â€œCome back to my suite.”
    â€œYes,” she said. And he took her hand, leading her toward the bank of elevators.

Seven
    M ax’s cell phone rang while they were waiting for the elevator. He took one look at the caller ID and cursed savagely under his breath. “I have to take this call.”
    She nodded and started to move away, but he held her close, unwilling to let her go. She held his hand and stood patiently at his side. Though it was only ten o’clock in Vegas, it was after midnight in Atlanta where Duke, his right-hand man, was calling from. So he knew that this had to be some sort of emergency.
    â€œWilliams.”
    â€œIt’s Duke. Sorry to bother you so late, but I just got a call from MacNeil. He has another objection to the merger that only you can satisfy.”
    Max was sick of Harron MacNeil. The man was making what should have been a beneficial corporate merger a living hell. Max was ready to change his bid on the company and just take it over regardless of what MacNeil wanted. “What the hell is it now?”
    â€œHe wants another face-to-face meeting—tomorrow afternoon.”
    No way. MacNeil was assuming a lot of bargaining power from the fact that Max wanted the man’s company. Too much. “I can meet with him on Friday.”
    Duke chuckled. “I had a feeling you’d say that. So I scheduled a Friday lunch meeting and he’s coming to you.”
    â€œThanks, Duke.”
    â€œHey, that’s why you pay me the big bucks.”
    â€œThen why did you have to call me tonight?” Max asked. The elevator car came, but he held Roxy by his side. The