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  I burst out laughing at his crudeness because I can't help it. I was concerned he was about to say something emotional, but no; he was bringing up anal – and in the most vulgar way possible. "Would it help my stress …" I repeat.

  "What?" he asks playfully, his hands in the air. "I'm just concerned about your level of stress. Is it wrong of me to be concerned? Because if it's wrong … I don't want to be right."

  "Get out," I tell him between gasps of laughter. Putting my hands on his arms, I turn him around and push him toward my bedroom door. "Something is really wrong with you. Have I told you that?"

  "Did I go too far?" he asks. He opens the door and then turns back, giving me a grin that says he couldn't care less if he's gone too far because he's completely pleased with himself.

  "Go now," I order again as I point and shake my head.

  He's fully out the door when he pokes his head back inside. "No panties tonight," he whispers.

  "Out," I repeat sternly, but it's hard to keep a straight face. I close the door behind me, leaning against it and sigh. That is definitely not the same man I met the first day he came to work here, the one who was so rigid and hell bent on following the rules.

  That fact is doubly confirmed a few hours later after I'm freshly showered and wearing my cocktail dress for the charity event. My hair is pulled up on top of my head and my makeup is done and my dress is appropriate. In no way do I look like I spent the whole morning lying naked on a blanket by the river miles away from the summer house – or as if I spent the whole morning on said blanket with my bodyguard's cock buried inside of me.

  There's a knock on the door and then the door opens. Even from where I am in the bathroom, I know immediately that it's Max because no one else but him would just come right into my room. When I step out of the bathroom, he's standing there wearing a tuxedo – because God forbid anyone dress in less than full-blown formal attire, even when we're in the middle of the countryside at one of Sofia's events – and he's holding a little back gift bag with gold tissue paper sticking out from the top.

  I pause for a moment, appreciating how sexy he looks in the tuxedo with just a hint of five-o-clock shadow darkening his face. He does the same, his eyes flickering down the length of my body as he appraises me. The way he's eyeing me right now makes me want to skip the charity event entirely and tell him to take me out of here. It makes me want to tell him to find a bed, handcuff me to it, and never let me go.

  "I like the blue," Max says approvingly.

  I look down at the summery sapphire-colored cocktail dress, a floaty chiffon thing that puts my cleavage on full display but skims around the rest of my body. "But am I wearing panties?" I tease. He already knows the answer to that question, as if it would matter anyway, since all of mine have been rendered crotchless.

  "You will be," he promises, grinning.

  "Now you want me to wear panties?"

  He hands me the gift bag. "You'll need the panties because of … well, reasons."

  "Do I want to see what's in this bag before the party?"

  "You're going to wear them to the party, sweetheart."

  I peek into the bag and my eyes go wide. "Is that … that's not a butt plug, is it? You got me a butt plug??" I pull out the next object. "And a vibrator?"

  "Remote-controlled."

  "And panties," I say, pulling the third item from the bag.

  "We wouldn't want anything falling out from under your dress tonight."

  "I'm not wearing any of that to a charity thing. It's to benefit a children's organization!"

  "It's to benefit a children's charity, but there won't be any actual children in attendance."

  I give him a look. "I'm not sure about that. I'm positive I'm in the presence of a child right now."

  "Snarky," he notes. "I like it. No one will know what you're wearing – unless, of course, the vibrator falls out in the pool house and your sibling says it's a bomb and there's a whole giant scare where the security guards are clearing the summer house for bombs. In that scenario, everyone will find out. And, also, the security guards will laugh, because that would be hilarious."

  My eyes go wide. "Oh my God, did you all laugh when that happened to Albie and Belle at the palace?"

  He cocks his head to the side. "Come on. Give us a little bit of credit. We're professionals."

  "So you didn't?"

  "Oh, no, we totally laughed. Noah and I laughed a lot. Tears came out of my eyes," he says, grinning.

  I slap him playfully on the arm. "That's my brother and – eew, never mind because I don't even want to think about him and Belle and that vibrator. Especially because I just realized as we're speaking that that means Belle was totally wearing that vibrator all night. Which means that at the dinner earlier that night, she was totally having an orgasm! Oh my God, I think I might throw up in my mouth a little bit."

  Max is laughing harder now. "She is so straight-laced too," he notes. "I really would not have expected anything like that from her."

  My eyes go wide. "Stop talking about my stepsister like that! Wait. You wouldn't expect something like that from her, as opposed to expecting behavior like that from me??"

  He pulls me against him, his lips near my ear. "Well, I know from experience that you're a filthy little girl."

  "Oh, eew," I say, still stuck on the night in question. "I knew something was off at that dinner. I mean, I assumed she had taken too much ecstasy or something and just really, really, really liked the food. But that means my brother gave her an orgasm. At the dinner table."

  Max snorts loudly. "I'm sure he's given her a lot more than that."

  "No. Gross, gross, gross. I'm not thinking about what either of them are giving each other. Thanks for the reminder of Albie and Belle and what they did, because now you've ruined remote-controlled vibrators forever."

  Max pulls me against his hardness, looking down at me as he slides a finger right under the fabric that cups my breast. "I'll make them better for you," he promises.

  "I cannot go out there wearing those," I whisper, my body responding to him immediately with heat rushing between my legs.

  The problem is that Max knows me too well. He knows that I'm already thinking about how it would feel to walk around that stuffy event wearing his little presents.

  "You can and you will," he says. "This isn't a discussion. I want you walking around the summer house with a reminder that I'm inside of you, and the knowledge that I'm going to be inside of you as soon as the event is over – or maybe even sooner than that. I haven't decided yet."

  "You seem to be getting cockier with every day that passes," I note, my breath hitching as he pulls up my long skirt, his fingers finding their destination between my legs. "Why do you think that is?"

  "Take a good long look at yourself and tell me why the hell I wouldn't be the smuggest guy on the damn planet."

  "Good answer," I whisper. I watch, holding my breath, as he takes the little pink vibrator and brings it between my legs, teasing my entrance with it.

  "You're already so fucking wet for this and we haven't even started yet," he notes. "So stop trying to pretend like this idea doesn't turn you on."

  I roll my eyes, but it's hard to act nonplussed when he slides the vibrator inside me, his fingers lingering on my clit afterward.

  Then he reaches for a phone and I panic. "What are you doing? You'd better not have a camera –"

  "You're kidding, right? I'd never," he protests. "It's a remote-control app. He swipes the screen and presses a button that turns on the vibrator.

  Arousal rushes through me, suddenly overwhelming as he pushes buttons repeatedly, cycling through settings that change the vibrator's pattern and intensity. I slap at him, trying to hit the phone out of his hand while giggling because I can't help it. "Give me the phone," I insist.

  He laughs and holds the phone in the air. "I'll leave it on … hmm, let's see … the lowest setting for now. I'm not a monster."

  "You're a jackass," I say,