"“Oh, God.” Erika dug her fingers into her thighs, unable to look away. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen something so naughty, yet so erotic. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop from moaning.
“Let me help you relax,” Max whispered, and with a kiss on her cheek, he pushed back his chair and ducked under the table.
“Max, what the hell are you doing?” she asked in a harsh whisper, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. The onlookers stared at the stage, and the two men she had caught earlier were kissing one another as if their lives depended on it. Their hands were hidden from view, but she could figure out where they were located based on their arm movements in proximity to their laps.
Max opened her legs and skimmed his palms along her inner thighs."