Chris dropped in beside her, the driver closed the door, and then they were off again. Mollie poured herself some champagne and refilled Liz’s now-empty glass. Liz was going to need more than that to come down from her high.

They arrived at the theater and were directed to their own private box. Chris and Mollie stepped through the red curtain first, but Liz stopped Brady.

“Did you do all this?” she asked, gesturing around.

“If you mean taking my girlfriend out, then yes.”

“I mean . . . all of it . . . the limo, champagne, box seats . . .”

“Well, Chris and I agreed, but it was my suggestion,” he said with a shrug. “Do you not like it? You seemed to like it earlier in the limo.”

“No, I like it! And I liked the limo . . . though I wished you would have given me one more thing,” she said suggestively.

“What would that be?”

Liz ran her hands down the front of his suit. “I think you’ll have to figure it out later when we’re alone.”

“Who says I have to wait until we’re alone?” he asked, brushing his lips against her mouth.

“You just want us to get caught, don’t you? Our faces all over the paper for indecent exposure.”

Brady chuckled. “If it’s news that I’m sleeping with my girlfriend then I’m doing something wrong here.”

“Maybe if you’re sleeping with her in the middle of a crowded Broadway show . . .”

“Who would even know?” he asked, backing her against the wall in the darkened corridor. The show was starting any second, all the lights were out, and they were in a private area where no one was around. The only people who would come by would be waiters asking them about drinks and their friends sitting at the front of the box.

“S-someone,” she stuttered uncertainly.

He pressed his body firmly against her and she felt him through his suit pants. He wanted her. And, God, did she want him too. “No one will see us as long as no one hears us. Do you understand?”

Her whole body tensed. She loved this side of him. She loved how easily he commanded her presence and elicited these emotions from her. Her body was on fire from earlier, but just the demand in his voice made her hot all over again.

“Liz, do you understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Are you two coming?” Mollie’s voice called as she stepped into the hallway. “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Brady smirked at Liz before backing away. “No interruption. We’re coming.”

Mollie quickly darted back into their private booth.

“We’d better be,” Liz peeped as she passed Brady. He smacked her on the ass as she walked by and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“What did I say?” he growled.

“She didn’t hear.”

“Let’s try this again,” he said, swishing back the curtain to let her into the balcony. “No talking. No noise. Not a peep. Follow my directions and I’ll let you come this time.”

“Let me?” she asked as if his words didn’t make her body tremble with desire.

“Yes,” he growled, drawing her into him. He moved his mouth very close to her ear. “You know how I feel about begging, baby. I’m going to make your pussy beg for it.”

It already was.

Brady took a seat at the back of the box and Liz moved to take the seat next to him. The lights flickered, the orchestra started up, silencing all conversation, and then the show began. As soon as the audience’s full attention was on the show, Brady motioned for Liz to take a seat in his lap facing forward.

She did as she was told without a word, but glanced around, waiting for someone to notice that something was amiss. But no one could see into the box from this angle, and Mollie and Chris were dead set on the show. The skirt of her dress covered Brady’s lap as he unbuttoned his pants and withdrew his cock. She felt the length brush against her thighs and she shivered all over. She couldn’t believe they were doing this. Yet she had no intention of stopping him.

His hand slipped under her skirt and circled around her clit once more. She bit back her moan and just leaned into the pleasure. She had been so close earlier that it took nothing to wake her body up. They had been playing cat and mouse all day, and she was craving him so badly that she didn’t even care how she got off at this point.

He slipped a digit inside of her and found she was slick and ready for him. Brady pushed her up to that point all over again before removing his hand and angling her body so he slid all the way in.

Liz’s head lolled as he filled her. She fought for composure, but she had none. It took everything in her power not to groan right then and there and alert their friends to what they were doing in the back of the theater box.

Brady rearranged her skirt so that it completely covered his lap from view and then started rocking up into her. Her body tightened all around him, urging him on and demanding the release he had held back from her earlier. Her fingers dug deep into the rich material of the box seat at the same time his sank into her hips.

Her breath caught as a whirlwind of emotions hit her all at once. She wanted to cry out and scream and let the world know that she had the heart of this elusive man. She felt as if she was on top of the world despite everything else that had come crashing down around her. Her heart beat double time in her chest, her pulse quickening with every thrust, her skin superheating as adrenaline coursed through her body.

Brady pushed her down over and over again, and she was sure they were the only ones who could hear the soft sounds of their bodies meeting in rhythm. It was the privacy and intimacy of their joining amid the public atmosphere that pushed them toward climax. The orchestra played to their tempo. The actors sang their tune. The song hit a crescendo and Liz felt her own body come undone.

She collapsed onto herself as she came down from her own crescendo. Brady pushed up into her once more and she felt him finish, shuddering with his climax. They both sat there for a few minutes more until their breathing steadied out, before Liz excused herself for the restroom.

By the time she returned, Brady had righted himself and seemed completely engrossed in the show. He smiled a confident heart-stopping smile and motioned her over. She moved to take the seat next to him, but he pulled her into his lap once more.

“You were spectacular,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning her into him.