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a hot straight man is in this place and you want him to put his clothes on,” Malia whined as she walked passed me and bumped into Donovan.
    He stood stock-still, unaffected by the contact. “Sorry, darling. Rules are rules.” He shrugged.
    As I slid my T-shirt on, I heard a series of groans and boos in the club. Malia and Nita weren’t the only ones upset that I was asked to cover up. I bowed and blew kisses to the crowd. Fuck, I’d take any catcall—even those from other men.
    “You’re a hit, Anthony,” Malia declared as she clapped her hands.
    As I stood beside Max, I said, “I wonder what they’d do if I showed them my most impressive asset?”
    Instead, she gawked at me. I thrust my crotch in her direction, which caught her attention before her mouth snapped closed.
    “You’re an asshole and a pig,” Max muttered as she ran her hands down her face.
    “I caught ya lookin’. You know you want to see it too.” I gave her my “I want to fuck you” smirk, knowing my dimple most likely was showing. It was my lady-killer, and it had caused more squeals over the years than a slice of chocolate cake.
    “I do. I do,” Nita interrupted as she raised her hand and waved it in the air.
    “Nita, really. Can’t you see the way he looks at Max?” Malia elbowed Nita in the side.
    I kept staring at Max. I heard Nita and Malia as they spoke, but paid them no attention. She eyeballed me as I continued to smirk at her while running my tongue along my lips. If I hadn’t known better, I’d swear a corner of her mouth twitched.
    “Another drink?” I asked, figuring the only way I’d get into her bed, besides with my charm, was with lots of liquor. It needed to be enough to get her to drop her guard—or to at least find a kink in her armor.
    Her face remained impartial as she replied, “Sure.”
    Victory was mine.
    I felt it, and I sure as fuck wanted to taste it—taste her—tonight.
    “I’ll be right back.” I headed down to the other end of the bar, unwilling to wait for the bartender. “Hey,” I said to him as he reached into the beer cooler and glanced up at me.
    “What can I get you, man?” He smiled as his eyes raked over my body.
    “Another round for the ladies and me, please.” I reached into my back pocket and slid thirty dollars across the bar.
    “Coming right up.” Giving me a quick nod, he pulled the money toward him.
    I stood there for a moment, watching the girls as they chatted. They kept glancing at me as Nita and Malia stood in front of Max. It looked like they were lecturing her. Hands and arms waved between Max and me as they talked. Ready to rescue Max, I raced to her side.
    “Ladies, drinks are on their way,” I interrupted, peering down at Max. “Want to dance?” I’d have used any excuse to get close to her, to feel her on me, even if it was only on the dance floor.
    “Yes,” she sighed as she rose to her feet and snarled at Nita and Malia.
    “That looked a little intense.” I reached out, grabbing her hand in a tight grip as she tried to lurch away. “I’m just walking you to the dance floor. Don’t make a big deal out of everything, Max.”
    “I don’t like it,” she replied, trying to jerk her hand from mine.
    “What’s with you and the bullshit?”
    Her mouth dropped open as the words left my lips. “I don’t—”
    “We’re done talking,” I said as I gripped her waist and pulled her toward me. She felt so fucking amazing.
    Her mouth formed an O as my hands slid down her back and gripped her ass. Her body tensed in my arms as she stared up at me.
    “Anthony.”
    “No,” I said with firmness. I wasn’t going to let her ruin this moment.
    She needed to stop thinking and just feel. The electricity from earlier had returned. It hadn’t been lost entirely, still crackling between us throughout the night. Touching her brought it to the front, reminding me of the reason I had been drawn to her in the first place. Pussy always had my attention, at least for