“You don’t have to do it on purpose. You breathe and I’m hard,” he says as his hands drift down my ribcage to my hips then slips one hand under my skirt and between my legs. “I’m going to taste you, right here.”

“There are probably cameras here,” I say then gasp when he tweaks a hard nipple through my dress.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He squats before me, pushes my dress up high on my thighs so only he can see what’s under it. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I brace one hand on the wall to my left and push my fingers into his hair as he leans in and barely brushes the tip of his tongue over my already swollen clit. “Oh God, M.”

“You’re already so wet.” His voice is hushed. His fingers glide through my lips then he pushes one finger inside me, he presses his thumb on my clit and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, hiding me and his face from any camera that might be pointed our way and wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard.

“Mark, holy shit.”

“Mm,” he hums, pulls his finger out, then plunges his tongue inside me, kissing me in the most intimate way possible, making me see stars. He’s simply amazing. His hands are holding me firmly, making sure I don’t fall, as he laps at my core, sucking, licking and kissing me until I couldn’t even tell you my name. Even my fingertips are vibrating from the amazing sensations rolling through me and suddenly, my stomach clenches as I fist my hand in his hair and come hard against his mouth. His eyes are turned up to mine, watching me come undone, and when I’m done, he doesn’t stop. He continues to nibble and make love to my folds, then kisses my inner thighs, lowers my leg off his shoulder and stands, fists my hair in his hands and kisses me hard. I can taste myself on him and it turns me on even more.

I wrap one leg around his waist and have half a mind to simply climb him when he lifts me against the wall, reaches between us to unzip his jeans, frees himself and pushes inside me in one swift thrust.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Meredith,” he whispers against my neck. “I shouldn’t be doing this here, but you’d tempt the Pope himself.” He begins to fuck me fast and hard, and within five strokes, he stills and comes, his hips jerk against mine as he empties himself inside me, grinding against my clit and sending me into another amazing orgasm.

“Are you fucking trying to kill me?” he murmurs as he slips out, tucks himself away and helps me right my dress. His semen rolls out of me and down my leg.

“Well, that’s not obvious at all,” I say sarcastically.

“Here.” He pulls his T-shirt off, and the white undershirt beneath it, squats again and uses his undershirt to clean me up as much as possible before tugging his T-shirt back on.

“I hope that doesn’t end up on the internet,” I say playfully. Mark’s face goes white as he stares down at me.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think—”

“I’m just kidding. It’s fine. I’m sure this happens all the time in Vegas.”

He pushes his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. “I’ve never lost it like this with anyone. It’s you. You’ve put some kind of spell on me.”

“Yes, I call it the sexy spell,” I reply and kiss his chin. “I’m going to cast it all night, so get ready.”

“Come on, sassy witch.” He spanks my ass playfully as we walk back toward the door to the club. He tosses the ruined tank into a garbage can. “I can’t guarantee that I won’t do that again if you keep shaking your ass on the dance floor.”

“Well, we’ll be disappearing a lot then because I plan to dance as much as possible.”

“You are trying to kill me.”

As we walk past the dance floor, Jax waves at me, grinning over Nic, Stacy and Brynna’s heads as they all dance with him.

“He stole all your women,” Mark says with a laugh as we sit at the table. My pussy is still throbbing from two orgasms and Mark’s big cock. I squirm in my seat as Dominic catches my gaze. He winks and shakes his head, takes a sip of his drink and checks his phone when it vibrates on the table at his elbow. It’s amazing how different Dominic looks from his brothers. He has the same blue eyes, but he’s so dark. Inky hair and olive skin. He’s big like them, though. Tall and broad and delicious. He’s quiet. I haven’t really had much of a chance to talk with him since that day at Will’s house.

“Okay, who’s next? I want to dance. I think all of you should get off your asses and dance.” I point at all of the guys, making them smile.

“I’ll dance with you,” Mark says.

“Didn’t you just do that?” Isaac asks with a laugh.

“I don’t call that dancing,” Mark replies with a smug smile and leads me out to the dance floor. The music is fast, but he pulls me into his arms and sways back and forth as if it’s a ballad.

“This isn’t what I had in mind,” I murmur as I bury my face in his neck and hold on tight.

“It’s what I had in my mind,” he says and kisses my hair. “I just want to stand here for a few minutes and enjoy the way you feel in my arms.”

“Jules was right, you are mushy.”

“I don’t care.”

“I don’t either.”

When the song is over, Caleb, Matt and Isaac walk onto the floor and claim their women, pulling them into their arms and spinning them around the floor. Jax grins and takes advantage of the break. He returns to the table, but as soon as he sits down, a woman approaches him and asks him to dance. He shakes his head, sending her away and begins chatting with Dominic.