Their Million-Dollar Night by Katherine Garbera Page A

make sure you were still with me.”
    He lifted her into his arms as the elevator arrived on his floor and carried her down the hall to his room.
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    In Max’s arms there was no room for self-consciousness. Roxy forgot everything except the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his strong shoulders under her hands and the emotions he drew effortlessly from her.
    No man had ever tempted her more than he did. In the jazz club, she’d simply forgotten they were ina public place and found that the world had narrowed to just the two of them. She’d asked him to distract her because her own thoughts had been starting to scare her. And Max had given her a refuge that was so totally captivating and exciting that her fears had melted away.
    She closed her eyes and tucked her head against his neck. No man had ever treated her the way Max did, with his demanding sexuality that was at times at odds with the concern he showered on her. He really paid attention not just to how she reacted physically around him, but also her emotional reactions. She suspected it was due to his time in the boardroom. He just knew how to read people. Especially her, and that made her more than a little nervous.
    He made her feel needy and she was used to standing on her own. For tonight, though, she would put those fears to rest and enjoy her time with him.
    He set her on her feet at his door and opened it with the key card. “Still sure?”
    She nodded, not voicing any more of her body concerns. He made her want to stop hiding in the shadows of her former self—her former life—and step back into the land of the living.
    She took his hand and tugged him behind her into the room. She stumbled over the carpet and reached out blindly to catch her balance. Max slipped his arm around her firmly holding her in place.
    â€œOkay?”
    No, no. But she wanted to be and Max was the one man to offer her that chance. As soon as the door shut behind them they were surrounded by the darkness. She knew that if she let Max take the lead, she’d be standing in a fully lit room with all her imperfections on display.
    The only way she was going to come through this in one piece would be to take control now. She’d rarely done that in her relationships. She wasn’t aggressive outside of dancing. But dancing was gone, and with Max she…she felt different than she ever had before. She wanted her actions to be distinctive to this man and this relationship.
    So she pushed him back against the wall and leaned up to catch his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply and with all the passion she’d been waiting to shower on him since he’d brought her to a climax in the middle of the jazz club.
    She sucked his tongue into her mouth and when he tunneled his fingers in her hair and tilted her head to a better angle for him, she nipped his tongue.
    â€œConvinced?” she asked.
    â€œI’m not sure. I might need a little more persuasion,” he said, turning on the light.
    She froze, then pushed her fears down. This was about Max and what he made her feel. She’d ignore the light for now—distract him—until she could turn it off.
    She loosened the knot in his tie but left it dangling. Then she tugged his shirttails from his pants and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking her time with each button, leaning down and kissing each new piece of skin that was revealed.
    His nipples were hard by the time she had the shirt unbuttoned and his erection strained against his zipper. She smiled to herself at how he reacted to her. It made her feel very much like a woman. Very much in control of this man who made sure he was always the one in charge.
    She lifted his collar and slid his tie over it to rest against his skin. The differences between them slipped away and there were only Max and Roxy in this moment. It didn’t matter that he had more money than Midas and she’d been a showgirl.
    She removed the cufflinks