Claiming What's His by Melissa Phillips

hers had her belly swarm but she ignored that feeling.
                  Sam stood up, wanting to give him a piece of her mind and how his Neanderthal act wasn’t going to work, but before any words formed, as she opened her mouth, he moved and his mouth slammed down to hers.  His tongue swiped in her mouth, making her forget all that ran through her mind, all of her cases, all of what she wanted to say to him, and all of how wrong this was for them to be doing.
                  Her hands flattened against his chest, but instead of pushing him away, she gripped his dress shirt and pulled him closer.  His hands wrapped around her waist, pressing her lower body to his as she slid her hands up his body to wrap around his shoulders.  His erection pressed between them, throbbing to be released from its confinement.
                  For a brief second, she forgot where they were.  She melted into his arms, her knees going weak as they continued their make-out session.
                  Somewhere behind him, she heard a vague commotion of men murmuring nearby about how this kiss was worth more than was given but that just watching the show was worth it.
                  Finally, she remembered where they were. 
                  The convention center. 
                  And it was filled with people. 
                  Lots of people.
                  Crap.
                  Sam pulled back, gasping for air and wiped the corners of her mouth using her thumb and index fingers and peered around Alex. 
                  People were definitely staring – the men in line at the booth, people across the room, Maggie, Nat, Jas, Char, Dom, Eddie Mae, Hattie Sue, George and Mitch.
                  George and Mitch.
                  Oh crud!
                  George was wearing a smile on his face.
                  Mitch had a bigger smile.
                  Great.
                  Sam felt her face heated.  She quickly pulled out of Alex’s arms and sat down in the chair, trying to calm herself.  Practically everyone in her social circle saw her make-out with Alex.
                  Alex remained standing in front of her, cool as a cucumber, grinning down at her, enjoying that everyone saw our lip locking session.
                  Damn him.
                  She scowled at him.
                  He winked at her.
                  Grr!
                  Damn him to hell!
                  The guy Alex call Parker shoved him aside and stepped forward, sitting in the chair in front of her.  ”Hey there.  I think it’s my turned now.  And fuck but aren’t you a hot looking one.  I’ll make sure we make it worth the cost of the tickets, maybe more than you did with Conrad.”
                  What could she really say to that?  This was for charity after all.  She’ll just have to suck it up and go along with it.
                  Alex was still standing but instead of looking at her, he was glaring at the guy in front of Sam, his jaw clenching so tight that Sam was sure that his teeth would shatter.  And his face was so hard that she thought one tap and it would break to pieces.
                  Parker sat down on the edge of the chair, placing his hand on her knee, gently stroking in circles.  Their heads dipped closer, their lips close enough that she could feel his warmth of his breath. 
                  With the blink of an eye, Sam saw that Alex grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him away.  
                  Parker snapped as he fixed his shirt, “What the hell is your problem, Conrad?  You already had your turn!”
                  “I told you to stay away from her.  She’s mine,”