“Apparently they plan to stay long enough to have some drinks delivered.” I took off my suit jacket, folding it over the back of the chair before I bent and slid my hands between the table and her body, palms up to cup her breasts. “Beautiful girl.” I kissed her shoulder, her neck, and down her back, letting my hands slide down the front of her. Licking, nibbling; I couldn’t get enough of her fucking beautiful skin.

“Bloody brilliant,” I whispered, pulling the metal chair close enough for me to sit down and press my teeth into the curve of her ass. “Think we only have time for a tiny taste.” With my hands on the back of her thighs, I spread her open, bending forward to kiss her clit, taste where she was warm and sweet.

“Max.” Her voice was strained, wrapped tight around the single syllable.

“Hmm?” I tasted her again, letting my eyes fall closed. “You’re so perfect right here.” I kissed her right where she would take me inside. “Right fucking here.”

“Please. Now.” Her thighs trembled in my hands.

“You don’t want to come on my mouth?” I asked, already pushing to stand and unfastening my belt.

“I know we don’t have a lot of time. I want to feel you inside before you have to leave.”

Pushing my boxers down my thighs, I teased at her entrance, sliding my cock up and over her clit. “Before we begin, I need your thoughts on something.”

She moaned, pushing back into me. “Need to know where to put it?”

I bent and kissed her back, laughing. “No, you naughty fucking girl. This will be too quick for that.”

She licked her lips, waiting.

Poised just barely inside her, I asked, “Shall I take you bare? I do have a condom in my pocket.”

Her breath hitched. “Bare.”

My chest squeezed and I stared down at her, wanting to absorb the moment just a little fucking longer. She was tied to a table, naked and ready for me. My silk tie dragged along her spine as I bent over her, and the deep blue contrasted perfectly with the pale flush of her skin. Bloody hell, she was hot. We never used condoms at home, but here in the club and with her whole night ahead of her, it was a little different.

I slid in so slowly I felt every fucking centimeter of her stretching for me. She cried out, tilting her hips up to take me deeply. In this position, with the difference in our heights, I could curl along the entire length of her spine and speak right into her ear. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Because now I’ve just pushed inside you, with no protection, Petal. If I come inside you, the drink-spillers out there will know you belong to me.”

She moaned, fingers curling right around the edge of the table. “And?”