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rounded belly, ruthlessly pushing away the small pang of jealousy it caused. They were happy here in Vegas. It was up to Max to make sure they stayed happy. Plus they had a responsibility to the show’s crew and their families, and that was something neither he nor Rhys took lightly.
    “Hey, Max,” a feminine voice called. Max turned to see Lucy, her deep red hair longer than he’d ever seen it, standing just behind Melina. Next to her stood Grace. As Melina pulled away from Rhys’s kiss, her gaze glanced back and forth between him and Grace, clearly concerned for her friend. Grace’s gaze flitted to the baby monitor and her shoulders relaxed slightly.
    “Hi, Lucy. Grace,” he said, his gaze locking with hers.
    Maybe it was because he’d dreamed of her all night. Maybe it was because of the conversation he’d just heard over the baby monitor. Whatever the cause, he instantly envisioned the two of them together.
    Naked. In his big bed. Both of them on their knees, arms wrapped around each other, his head pressed against her breasts as her hands caressed his hair and she sprinkled kisses on his face.
    He felt her. In his hands. His chest. His head. His dick. Her soft skin enclosed him. Her sweet smell surrounded him. His mouth watered, certain she’d be the sweetest thing he ever tasted.
    Her screams of pleasure as he got her off would make his ears ring.
    The sting of her nails digging into his back as she shook with the force of her orgasm would set him off, making his lunging hips pick up speed and his balls tingle as he prepared to—
    “Max? Were you talking about Jeremy and the lease? Max .”
    He jerked at Melina’s voice, feeling shell-shocked and struggling to keep his breaths even. What the hell? He’d always been attracted to Grace, but never, not even last night, had he so vividly pictured them together. He’d never pictured claiming her, shooting his load inside her, covering her with his cum until having a child was not just a possibility but an inevitability.
    Apparently her confession that she’d wanted an orgasm from him but not a child had changed things in a big way. He wanted to do her. He wanted to accept the gauntlet she’d thrown down, too.
    And she seemed to be right there with him, her composure smashed to smithereens, her face cherry red and her hand covering her throat as if to protect herself from… him he supposed. He’d probably looked like he wanted to drag her down and drill her into the ground, not caring who was watching them.
    With great effort, he ripped his gaze away from hers and turned to answer Melina. But as he spoke, he spoke mostly to Grace. “Being seen with Elizabeth has paid off, just like we planned. Her dick of an ex is sweating bullets and the next ten magic shows are sold out. How about that?”
    Melina picked up one of the newspapers on the table. She glanced at Grace, who was staring intensely at something on the floor.
    “Grace,” Max said softly.
    Startled, she glanced up.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to explain last night. I was playing a part and with the reporters there—”
    Grace airily waved her hand. “No need to apologize, Shugah. It wasn’t exactly a surprise seein’ you with one of your women. It didn’t bother me a bit.”
    She was lying, Max thought, just like she’d been lying, if only to herself, about having finally accepted her so-called frigidity and no longer wanting to find release with a man. The fact she’d come to see him last night proved it, but so did the way she’d looked at him then and just now. With passion. Desire. Yearning. What he’d seen in her, what he’d felt when he’d touched her last night, all pointed to the fact she wasn’t a woman who was okay with trading in good sex for a baby, but one who’d resigned herself to a life without good sex and was settling for something else because she was desperate. It didn’t matter that a baby could ultimately be a blessing. Settling was still settling,