Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
His eyebrows rose. “Do you doubt my skills?”
“In bed, no.” She’d at least give him that. “Your interpersonal skills, yes.”
He grinned and his fingers flexed on her ass. Which was still slightly sore from this morning. “Oh, so you’re saying I’m the best you’ve ever had in bed.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“That’s what I heard.”
“Then turn up your hearing aids, old man.”
She fought her grin when his chuckle came deep from within his chest.
“You liked me spanking your ass and you really liked me fucking you afterward.” His eyes flared. Most likely from the memory.
Her own memory of this morning made her clit quiver and her panties a little damp.
Damn him.
“It was all right,” she lied. “Until you ran out of there with fear in your eyes. Like suddenly my pussy would magically make a ring appear on your finger.”
“Again, you were seeing things.”
“You’re right, I saw the whites of your eyes with my own. You should know better than anyone, since you’re a senior special agent, that to be good at our jobs we need to be observant.”
“True. And because of that, I noticed when I mentioned spanking your ass, a flush filled your cheeks from the memory.”
She automatically pressed her hands to her face and tried to pull away. He tightened his grip, keeping her there.
“Go home, Throttle,” she hissed as she planted her palms on his chest and tried to push free. Her mission failed.
This man wouldn’t let her go until he was good and ready.
“I’ll leave when I decide to leave. How long are you staying?”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I want to prove you don’t scare me.”
She would ask how he’d prove it, but since his erection pressed against her, she already knew the answer.
How the hell were they both getting hot and bothered in the middle of Hawg Wild?
“I was planning on staying until closing. I’m working, remember?” Not just for Bulldog but for the task force, the job that really mattered and also paid her in real money and not meth. “And anyway, I don’t think my boss would approve of me having sex while on the clock.”
“I thought you could leave at any time?”
“I wasn’t talking about that boss.”
“Then, as your real boss, you should obey me.”
Again, so damn cocky. “Oh, aren’t you funny? But the answer is no. I don’t have to—”
He took her mouth while she was still speaking, taking advantage or her being mid-sentence to plunder it with his tongue. He kissed her long and hard in the middle of a damn outlaw biker bar, a place full of bikers who would turn on them if they knew their true identities.
But here they were, eating each other’s faces like they were truly a couple.
Actually, no. Most couples she knew no longer kissed as intensely as the one Crew and her were sharing.
But, fuck, her panties would be soon soaked, and she really didn’t want to work the next couple of hours like that.
She twisted her head to unlock their lips and she sucked in some oxygen to cool the heat pooling in her center.
When she turned back to him, she whispered, “Unfair.”
“I never said I played fair,” he whispered back.
“I need to get back to work.”
“Since I’ve now successfully claimed my property in front of everyone in this bar, maybe now they’ll treat you with more respect.”
He might as well have thrown a bucket of ice water on her. “They already were since I told you I could handle it.”
“A thank you would sound nice about now.”
“If it was warranted, but it isn’t.” She jerked against him. “Let me go so I can finish this shift and go home to bed.”
As soon as he loosened his grip, she broke free.
“Do you want me to let Murphy out?” she heard behind her as she escaped.
He was willing to go let out her dog? What the hell was up with that? “Up to you,” she threw over her shoulder.
“Do you want me to wait for you to get home?”
Her feet stuttered to a stop, and she stared straight ahead, letting his question sink in.
This man confused the fuck out of her. She got whiplash dealing with him.
If she said yes, was he going to bolt again right after they had sex?
She turned. “Are you brave enough?”
She just threw down the gauntlet. Would he pick it up?
He stood, pulled out his wallet and threw some cash on top of the bar. He didn’t look at her until he tucked his wallet away and approached her.
When he got there, he lifted her chin with his fingers, his gray eyes narrowed on hers. “Don’t be late.”
Her heart skipped a beat when he spun on his boot heel and made his way to the exit. Her feet seemed to be stuck to the floor as she watched him walk away and disappear through the door.