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dig into me and he swells inside me. Max shudders behind me, igniting the bad girl dormant in me. “Candy. Touch yourself.”
    “What?”
    “I want to see you stroke your clit until you dissolve all over my cock.” In true Max fashion, this isn’t a suggestion, it’s a command.
    I brace one forearm against the fogged window and reach between my legs with my right hand, eagerly rubbing my node. The exhilarating thrill of pleasuring myself knowing full well anyone could catch us right now serves as a potent aphrodisiac. Yes. I’m coming. I’ve been so swollen, so heavy with the weight of my orgasm pressing down on me since we’ve been standing here that I explode within seconds.
    “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I chant like a mantra.
    Ecstasy slams through me like a shot of cocaine. This must be what addiction feels like. Max’s thrusts grow frantic, unwavering and more demanding, and then he grips my hips tighter. He roars like a warrior as he pumps hard, riding out his abandonment as I struggle to steady myself against the slippery window. I rest on my forearms, shuddering beneath him, unable to believe I’ve allowed him to take me in such a primal and audacious way.
    “Max,” I let out, spent.
    When my legs stop trembling, he thrusts hard into me a few more times and then stills, stifling his groan with his mouth pressed to my neck.
    “Goddammit, Candy.”
    The VIP suite is completely silent, and I realize I have no sense of how loud we’ve been. Did the security guard hear us? The music is raging below us, but did the noise muffle the sounds of my carnal voracity? After all, Jorge is sitting a few feet away from this room.
    Max pulls out of me, releasing a grunt before whispering in my ear. “Fucking you from behind while holding on to your round hips and feeling the slap of your divine ass cheeks against my body is pure decadence. Your luscious curves make me come so hard I always fear I’ll pass out.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Mmmm. I want to take you again before we leave here. Outside this time.”
    I swerve my head back so quickly I nearly give myself whiplash. “Huh?”
    He watches me with a twinkle in his eye. “Looks like you had an insane orgasm. You wanted wild and from your dazed glance I’d say I’ve over-delivered. Why stop at one?”
    “Yes. You did hold up your end of the bargain.” I’m still struggling to catch my breath.
    Lord. I’m falling so fast for this man. He possesses every part of me and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
     
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
    As I stand in front of the window in my apartment sipping a cup of piping-hot coffee bright and early on this Monday morning, I can’t help but reminisce about my last unforgettable days in Rio. What a dreamy week.
    I got back to Manhattan on Friday morning, but since Max had a full afternoon of meetings and I dreaded the thought of going back to the office, I decided to work from home to catch up on my notes from Rio Moda and tackle a sea of emails from coworkers and readers. After another weekend at Max’s where he fucked me against every wall in his penthouse, I’m surprised I’m able to walk today. This man’s appetite is insatiable.
    My head is still spinning from Max’s demanding kinkiness in Brazil. After he took me in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the Maracanã Stadium, we went back down to continue the festivities with the other partygoers. At some point, Max pressed his hungry cock against my ass and before I was even able to react, he was already dragging me by the hand outside of the stadium.
    He held true to his promise, like he always does. We traveled around Brazil’s temple to soccer, passing thousands of amorous couples, to a small alleyway leading to the side of the building. The nightfall was the perfect intimate backdrop to allow Max to fuck me outside against a wired fence without raising any suspicions. I still remember holding on to the fence for dear life with my hands