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desperate to slide down onto his smooth, perfect length, to feel him all the way inside her.
    “You good with this?” he asked.
    “Yes, but…” She gripped his shoulders, her breath coming in gasps. It was the very last coherent thought she had, the last logical words her brain would allow before she completely surrendered. “ Please tell me you have a condom.”
    But the voice that answered back was not his. It wasn’t a man’s voice at all.
    It was the self-appointed family gossip, Aunt Bev.
    “Well, well, well,” the woman said. “Look what the tide dragged in.”

Chapter Three
    T alk about shit timing .
    Max barely had a chance to react before the girl leapt out of his lap, nearly knocking them both over. There was a blur of yellow fabric as she snatched up her dress and yanked it on over her head.
    Her white lace bra was currently dangling off the edge of Max’s foot. He had no idea where the panties had ended up, but he had his own issues to worry about. Namely, the fact that his naked cock was out in full force, waving in the fucking breeze when it should’ve been buried in that tight, hot pussy.
    He dragged his gaze to the figure in the doorway.
    Fuck. Of course.
    Standing on the ladder, smiling at them like a cat that’d just caught the damn canary, was the smoker who’d been dogging his ass all night long.
    Cursing under his breath, Max tucked himself back into his shorts, but he didn’t bother with the shirt. Soon as he could get rid of this woman, he and his girl would pick up right where they left off—that was a fucking promise.
    “Aunt Bev!” The girl was breathless, a blush blooming across her neck and chest. “What are you… I thought you were at the party?”
    “I needed a change of scenery. Well, I certainly got it!” The woman let out a throaty laugh, her eyes lasering in on Max. “ Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend , Haley?”
    Haley … Fuck. They hadn’t even exchanged names, Max realized now. They’d gone from zero to sixty so fast, neither of them had asked about names.
    Damn, this broad was seriously killing the vibe. She needed to be gone.
    Max waited to see how Haley wanted to play it, but the girl was utterly panicked, squirming under her aunt’s judgmental gaze. Who the fuck did this woman think she was? It was none of her damn business what they were up to. But it was clear from that smarmy smile that she wasn’t leaving without a satisfactory answer.
    Without another thought, Max grabbed Haley’s hand and pulled her into his lap. “Max Killian,” he said. “I’m Haley’s… boyfriend.”
    The woman scowled like she just caught a whiff of dead fish on the breeze. “Boyfriend?”
    “Yep.” Max looked at Haley. “Right, honey bunny?”
    Honey bunny? Jesus fuck, someone needed to shoot him on the spot. Thank God Luke wasn’t here to witness this. Max’d never hear the end of it.
    The woman narrowed her eyes at him, then turned to her niece. “Since when are you dating again? What about Brian?”
    Haley wriggled in his arms, and Max tried not to wince. His dick hadn’t gotten the cancellation notice; he was still rock-hard for her.
    “Well…” Haley stammered. “Since… I mean, we kind of just—”
    “Been dating awhile,” Max said. “Haley just wanted to keep it under wraps. She, uh…” Fuck, what’s her sister’s name? Amy? Abby? “She didn’t want to steal Anna’s thunder on the big day. Right, honey bunny?”
    It sounded crazy coming out of his mouth, but he didn’t care. At this point, he was just as concerned with saving his own ass as he was with saving hers. Haley’s aunt had been giving him a hard time all night—she could easily turn vindictive, report him to his supervisor for blowing off work or “sneaking off” with a guest. His only hope was that she still had some love in that shriveled up heart of hers, and that she cared enough about her niece not to report her “boyfriend” to the boss.
    If Haley