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Command
Nina Levine
Contents
Untitled
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Command Playlist
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About the Author
Copyright
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my readers.
You opened your hearts to my words two years ago and you will never know what that means to me.
Before I published my first book, I was going through my own storm. Storms can vary in their intensity, and some have the power to devastate you. But, sometimes you survive the devastation, and you find the beauty in the journey.
Sometimes there’s a blessing in the storm.
1
Scott
Decisions.
We’re free to make them, but never free from living with their consequences.
I sat on my bike outside my house, contemplating the future. The path ahead appeared clear to me, but even so, the doubts swirled and my gut churned with concern. One wrong step and the consequences could cause everything Storm had worked for over the years to come crashing down. Losing seven men today had been a kick in the gut, but the club would be stronger without them. We had a lot of rebuilding to do, but I believed our club could achieve anything it set out to do, so long as we treaded carefully.
“Scott.”
Turning, I eyed Harlow as she made her way down the front steps and walked towards me.
Jesus, can she get any more beautiful?
My gaze traced her curves. I took in the skimpy denim shorts she wore with the frayed edges that barely covered her ass, and the tiny, white tank she had stretched across her chest, giving me an eyeful of one of my favourite views in the world. Her tanned skin glowed as if she’d spent the day in the sun, but I doubted that, as her mum’s café was too busy at the moment for her to take a day off during the week.
“Hey, you,” she greeted me with a smile as she looped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Fuck, having her arms around me, and her lips on mine, would never get old. The last few months had been hard while she’d pulled away. But since I’d managed to break through to her at Christmas, she’d been finding her way back to me.
I slid an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. As she ended the kiss, I cocked my head to the side and said, “You changed your hair.”
She flicked her hair with her hand. “Yeah, do you like it? I’m not sure if I like it brown.”
While I preferred her blonde, she could dye her hair fucking purple and I’d still love it. “It looks good, baby.”
Her eyes searched mine and she frowned. “You don’t seem your usual self this afternoon. What’s wrong?”
I moved off the bike and raked my hand through my hair. Burdening Harlow with club business was the last thing I wanted to do; she had enough other shit to deal with at the moment. “Just club shit going on. Nothing for you to worry about.”
Her eyes narrowed at me. “Bullshit, Scott. Tell me the truth.” Fuck, she hadn’t spoken to me in that way for far too long. I’d almost forgotten how much I liked it.
I raised my brows. “Been awhile since I’ve seen this side of you, sweetheart. You wanna keep that up and I’ll show you what I like to do with dirty mouths.” My cock was so damn hard for her. From the minute I woke up to the goddamn minute I slept at night, I fucking wanted her. Our sex life hadn’t fully recovered since Christmas – she still held something back from me, and as much as I’d tried to figure out how to fix it, I’d come up empty.
Her breathing stilled and she bit her lip before it spread into a sexy smile. She pressed her body against mine and placed her hands on my chest, and fuck if that didn’t shoot a whole new level of need straight to my dick. “You should show me.” Her voice was all breathy and her eyes sparkled with desire. “But not until you tell me what’s going on.”
Jesus.
My woman stood in front of me, demanding to know stuff she hadn’t been interested in for too long, and as much as I wanted to unload and have her involved in my life again, I needed to fuck her. Harlow was more turned on than I’d seen her in a long fucking time – no way was I passing up this opportunity.
Decisions.
It all came back to priorities.
I slid my arm around her so I could take hold of her ass. Bending my face to hers, I growled, “How about you get your sexy ass upstairs and I’ll show you how much trouble a dirty mouth can get you in. And then if you’re not completely worn out, we’ll talk.”
Her eyes didn’t leave mine, and she nodded her agreement. She didn’t say anything, but no words were needed.
I let her go and jerked my chin towards the stairs. “I want you in the shower, baby. Naked.”
She didn’t hesitate and a moment later, I tracked her ass as she made her way upstairs. Fuck, a man could spend hours watching that ass.
I followed her inside but made a stop in the kitchen on the way to the shower so I could fill the fridge with the beer I’d brought home. The sight that greeted me in the kitchen caused my steps to falter. “Harlow!” I called out. “Kitchen, now.”
Fuck the shower; I wanted her on the fucking kitchen counter.
A minute later she appeared in the kitchen.
Naked.
Frowning at me, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
My eyes dropped to her chest before moving back up to hold her gaze. “Nothing’s wrong. In fact, I’d say something is very right.” I gestured at the counter where she had yet to clean her mess up from baking. The minute I’d eyed the cream cheese wrapper, the white chocolate packet and the red food colouring, I knew what she’d been making. “Been a long time since you’ve made red velvet cake, baby.”
She smiled and took a step closer to me. “Been a long time since I’ve seen your eyes crinkle like that,” she murmured.
Fuck, those words were the best ones I’d heard all day.
I closed the distance between us. “Red velvet cake means more than just baking.”
“What do you mean?” Her forehead pulled together as she thought about that. I was surprised she didn’t know.
“There are two reasons you bake red velvet – either you’ve had a good day or I’ve done something to make you happy. Seems as though I’ve done nothing, I’m guessing you’ve had a good day, and that makes me fuckin’ happy because, like I said, it’s been too long since you’ve baked red velvet cake.”
She placed one of her hands on my chest. “You make me happier than you realise, Scott. I’m sorry I don’t show you that enough.”
I curled my hand around her neck and pulled her face close to mine. “You don’t ever apologise for something you had no control over in the first place. I see you working like fuck to get yourself through this and that’s enough for me.” Sliding my free hand over her naked ass, I pulled her body tight against mine, and dropped my lips to hers to claim the kiss I’d been aching for all day. When I was done with her lips, I angled my face away from hers enough so I could appreciate her curves again. “Fuck, Harlow, I wanna hear about your day, but I can’t wait another minute to get inside you.”
She gave me one of her sexy-as-fuck smiles and moved her hands to undo my jeans. “I can’t wait, either.”
Those four words were all it took for me to finally lose the last shreds of self-control I’d been holding onto. While she removed my jeans and boxers, I pulled my cut and t-shirt off. When we were both naked, I lifted her by the ass and sat her on the kitchen counter. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I sucked in a breath at how damn good that felt.
“You ready to fly?” I asked as I ran my hands over her skin.
“I’m always ready to fly with you.” Her voice had turned all husky and sexy, and fuck if the words she spoke didn’t continue to turn me on. Something had definitely changed in her today and after I made her come, I would be getting to the bottom of what it was. I needed to make sure it stayed that way; seeing her happy was my number one priority. And hell, my dick needed to make sure it stayed that way, too.
Taking hold of her, I ran my dick through her wetness, and growled, “I need hard today. You good with that?”
Her lips smashed down onto mine and she surprised the hell out of me with a demanding kiss that drowned out every last thought in my mind; the kind of kiss that sent a man over the edge as he chased the pleasure he knew only one woman could give him.
She consumed me.
Body and fucking soul.
Like no one ever had before.
Her legs tightened around me; her fingers dug into my skin; her mouth claimed me, and I would have given her anything she asked for in that moment. Hell, who was I kidding? I’d give her anything she ever asked for.
As our lips and tongues worked each other into a frenzy, I thrust inside her, and groaned at how fucking good she felt.
I wanted to live there forever.
I never wanted to let her go again.
Fuck.
I pulled out and thrust in again.
I repeated this over and over, and she took everything I had to give, and gave it all back to me. Our pace intensified and we fucked like we hadn’t for months.
Skin on skin.
Lips on lips.
Arms, legs, fingers, clinging, clawing, demanding…
“Fuck!” I tore my mouth from hers. “I can’t hold it much longer…you almost there?”
She gripped me harder. “Yes…” Her voice was barely a pant as she kept moving with me, desperately chasing her release. And then – “Oh, God, Scott…ohhh…I’m gonna come…”
As the words fell from her lips, her pussy squeezed around my dick, and her eyes fluttered shut, and I watched as she lost herself to her orgasm.
So fucking beautiful.
I thrust twice more and then I let myself go. The intense pleasure surged through me and I was lost to the world in those moments.
Like a fucking drug straight to my veins.
I’m addicted to her.
When I finally gained control, I found her watching me through glazed eyes. I bent my face to hers and kissed her almost as hard as I’d fucked her. “You got any idea what you do to me?” I demanded as I let her lips go. My body buzzed with need and love for this woman. I’d never experienced any of this with any other woman in my life, and there’d never be another like Harlow.
Her lips spread out in a slow smile but she didn’t say anything.
She knew; she had to fucking know, because for the last year, I’d laid my heart and soul down for her in ways I’d never laid it down for anyone.
My arm tightened around her and I pulled her harder against me. “You’re mine, Harlow. Your heart, your body, you…all mine. And that drives me crazy some days.”
Her smile shifted into a frown. “Why does that drive you crazy?”
My heart beat faster as I contemplated that question; as I exposed another piece of my heart to her. “You’re like a drug, baby. The highs are fuckin’ spectacular and I’d go through any low to have those highs. And I’d do anything to make sure I always had you, even if it meant selling my fuckin’ soul.”
She threaded her fingers through my hair at the back of my head and pressed another kiss to my lips; less demanding this time, more gentle. “I’d take all the lows, too, if it meant I got just one of the highs with you. I love you, Scott.”
Fuck, I might have thought she was mine, but I was far more hers than she was mine; she fucking owned me.
I pulled out of her and took a step back so she could move off the counter. When she stood in front of me, I yanked her closer. “Now I want you in the shower. It’s time for me to show you what I like to do with dirty mouths.” I jerked my chin towards the bathroom. “Go. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
Lust shone from her eyes and she nodded before leaving me.
I raked my fingers through my hair as I watched her go, and wondered, not for the first time, when I’d have all the pieces of her back – the pieces that had shattered when she’d lost our baby. The pieces she hadn’t been able to find to put back together yet.
I miss those pieces.
As I followed in the direction she’d gone, I vowed yet again to help her find those fucking pieces.
Five hours later, I was sitting outside on the verandah with a beer contemplating club business when Harlow came up behind me, wrapped her arms around me and whispered against my ear, “You wore me out.” I’d had her in the shower and then again in our bed, and fuck, I’d worn myself out, too. She’d fallen asleep for a little while, but I’d been unable to switch my brain off.
She came and curled up in my lap. I put one arm around her and rested my hand holding my beer on her bare leg. She wore only a t-shirt of mine and I fought the urge to rip it off her. First we needed to talk. As she rested her head on my shoulder, I asked, “Did you spend time with the girls today?”
I could hear the smile in her voice when she replied. “Yeah, it was quiet at the café and Mum suggested I take some time off after my appointment with Jane. Roxie had some free time so I decided to get my hair done.”
Jane, her psychologist, had won my respect even though I’d never believed in that shit before. Harlow had come to life again after starting to see her nearly two months ago. “You had a good appointment with Jane?” I took a swig of my beer while waiting to hear about her appointment. Something in her day today had gone well and I wanted to know what it was.
She lifted her head to look at me. Even the change in her eyes was clear to see. Most days it felt like she looked straight through me, but tonight she was soaking me in. Today I didn’t need her words to know I was the man she loved; today her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
Happiness blazed from her. “I had the best appointment with Jane today, but I couldn’t even tell you why. It was as if something one of us said just triggered a change in me. You know how sometimes someone can say or do something and it makes you see things differently…well, that’s what happened.”
“What did she say?”
“She brought up coping mechanisms with me again and you know, I don’t think I was really listening all the other times she talked about them. Today it seemed to click into place and I feel like I can do this.” The way she gushed her words gave me hope this really might be a turning point. I hadn’t heard Harlow talk like this for a long time.
“Do you mean the things like doing yoga, and eating well, and writing shit down?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Have you been researching it?”
I placed my beer on the ground and ran my hand up her leg and over her ass where I let it rest. “I read all the sheets of paper you bring home from her, sweetheart.” Hell, I devoured those sheets looking for an answer.
She held my gaze for a few moments before saying anything, and then pressed a kiss to my lips. Just a quick one, but I could feel the love it held. “Thank you,” she whispered as if she was thanking me for the world.
I frowned. “For reading that stuff?”
Shaking her head, she corrected me. “No, for loving me enough to get me help, and for coming to the appointments I needed you at, and for reading all those sheets of paper…for giving me the time and space to work myself out. People might think you’re a hard ass, but they don’t know the real you.” She paused and curled her hand around my neck before adding, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world to know the real you.” Her lips came to mine again and her kiss was long and deep.
I groaned and gripped her ass while she kissed me. When she finally let my lips go, I said, “Harlow, any man would have done that for you. Any man would want you to be happy again. I’m just doing what they would do.”
“No, they wouldn’t have. You know about the assholes I’ve dated before – not one of them would have stood next to me like you did.”
Just the thought of those men caused my chest to tighten. “You’re right,” I said. “Every man but those assholes would have done what I did.”
She smiled and then her smile morphed into seriousness as she cocked her head to the side. “So are you going to tell me about your day?”
I drew a long breath and then slowly let it out. “We lost some men today. They didn’t agree with a club decision and I gave them the option to leave the club, which they chose to do. And on top of that we’ve got a new drug dealer in town causing trouble so I’ve gotta deal with him.”
“How many members left?”
“Seven.”
Her eyes widened. “Goodness – ” she started, but I cut her off.
“I don’t want you to worry about this. Griff and I have it covered. I just want you to focus on doing the stuff Jane tells you to do so you can get better.”
Annoyance flared in her eyes. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I stared at her waiting for her answer, not sure where she was coming from.
“That thing men sometimes do where they think they’re helping their woman by telling her not to worry about what they are going through. Of course I’m going to worry about you and the club so there’s no point telling me not to worry. The thing that will make me worry less is if you keep me up-to-date with where you’re at with it.” She moved off my lap and stared down at me. Usually I’d allow my gaze to travel the length of her body, but the passion she spoke with kept my attention firmly on her face. “I’m going to keep focusing on doing the things Jane spoke to me about, but at the same time I’m going to be thinking about you, so you may as well keep me updated. Otherwise, my imagination will take over and I’ll probably picture the worst.” Her eyes flashed with passion and her tone was forceful.
She’s found some of her pieces.
I moved off the chair, slid my arm around her waist and pulled her close, pressing her body to mine. “You want me to keep you updated, I’m gonna need something from you, too,” I growled.
Her breathing picked up and she stared up at me through heated eyes. This was the Harlow I needed – the woman who could go from annoyed, to passionate, to turned on in one conversation. “What?” she demanded.
My eyes searched hers for a moment, appreciating the emotion radiating from them. Savouring everything I saw because it had been too long since I’d had it from her, and hoping like fuck to see it every day from here on out. “I’m gonna need you to keep talking to me about where you’re at.” I held her tight while I waited for her response.
She nodded. “I will.” Her promise fell easily from her lips and all I could do was hope she kept it, because this woman standing in front of me was the woman I’d decided to spend the rest of my life with, and I needed her whole again.
I was done marking time and waiting for her to come back to me.
I was done with a lot of things in my life.
It was time to take command and make shit happen.
The next morning, I sat at the head of the table at Church and surveyed the room. My brothers watched me through eyes that betrayed their true feelings. They knew as well as I did that seven men down meant shit could happen that we might not be able to deal with. The thing about Storm, though, was that we would fight till our dying breath to protect what was ours.
“I’ve called Rogue and Colt home, and we’re patching Gunnar in,” I announced. Rogue and Colt were nomads, and had both assured me last night they’d be here within two days, if not sooner. If we needed him, I’d also call Havoc but I knew King had work for him in Sydney at the moment.
Everyone agreed, and then Griff spoke. “I’ve got Nash and J keeping track of every move Julio makes while I investigate him. I can tell you he’s from Adelaide and has a sister there. Apart from her, I can’t find any other family members. He has a network in South Australia and from what I can work out, he controls the drugs in most of that state.”
“So he’s probably tied up with Bourne,” I mused. The President of the Adelaide Storm chapter. The asshole I’d hoped to avoid as much as possible.
“Fuck,” J muttered, looking as frustrated as I felt. “I’d hoped we were done with that prick.”
I eyed him. “You’ve got two contacts down there, right?”
“Yeah. You want me to find out what they know?”
Nodding, I said, “See what they know and let’s hope like fuck we can get what we need out of them. I want as little to do with Bourne as possible.”
“Will do,” he agreed.
Turning to Wilder, I asked, “Where are we at with Trilogy?” He was recovering from being shot so I was keeping him on light duties at the moment. Managing the reopening of the restaurant fit this bill.
“It’s on track to reopen next week. The staff are pretty much all lined up and ready to go, but we may need to borrow some from the other restaurants until we hire a few more waitresses.” The thing I appreciated about Wilder was how he moved on from shit once it was dealt with. After he’d brought the new information on Julio to the table yesterday and I’d had words with him afterwards, it was done as far as he was concerned. It was the way I preferred to operate as well.
“Good work, brother. I want you to take on the job of overseeing the restaurants and Indigo for now. You good with that?”
He gave me a nod. “Consider it done.” I had no doubt in his ability; he’d proven himself with getting Trilogy up and running again.
I turned my attention back to the table. “We’re done here for today. You’ve all got your jobs and I want to be kept updated with anything you find out, no matter how insignificant you might think it is. Understood?”
They all agreed and left to get started.
Griff held back and when we were alone, he said, “I’m gonna do some digging on Bourne. I don’t think it’s a coincidence Julio and he came up in the same conversation today. Marcus was tight with Bourne and they had plans for Brisbane, so it makes me question whether there’s any connection.”
I rubbed the back of my neck; this had unsettled me, too. “That thought had also crossed my mind.”
“I’ll let you know what I find out.”
He’d walked the few steps to the door when I asked, “You free this weekend? I need some help fixing a fence.”
“Yours?”
“The fence on Michelle’s house.” It was the house next door to mine; the house I owned and rented out to Michelle.
“How’s she going these days? Still clean?”
“As far as I know she is. I haven’t seen any signs to say otherwise and Harlow keeps an eye out, too. Fuck knows, Michelle needs it – she has no family to look out for her, and her friends are mostly junkies that she’s tried to distance herself from. I’ll give her credit – she has made a huge effort to clean herself up.”
“Good to hear. I might not be in town this weekend. I’ll have to let you know on Friday whether I can help.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Where are you going?” Griff didn’t leave town often, if ever.
“Could be heading down to Byron for the weekend.”
I frowned. “When the fuck do you go to Byron?”
A scowl flitted across his face. “This weekend; that’s when the fuck,” he snapped, and I knew from his tone and the hard set of his shoulders that this conversation was over.
A moment later he exited the room and I wondered what the hell was going on with him. However, all thoughts of that left my mind when I entered the bar a couple of minutes later to find J and Wilder watching the surveillance from the camera we had on the outside of the building.
J eyed me with a grin. “Get a look at this, brother.”
I stepped closer to the screen to see what they were watching. A dark haired woman stood in the car park and looked to be arguing with Nash over something. And she looked to be winning that argument.
“Looks like she’s giving Nash a piece of her mind,” J said with a snicker.
We watched them for another couple of minutes until I realised how agitated Nash was getting. When he took a step away from her and she followed, I knew the time had come to get involved.
J came with me, and when we reached them, Nash was saying – “Babe, we had nothing to do with the drugs your brother bought, so for fuck’s sake take your argument to whoever did.”
Now that I was able to get a good look at the woman, I saw she was only young – early twenties at the most. She wore shorts and a t-shirt, and tattoos covered her thighs and arms. Her long dark hair hung like wild chaos around her in a similar fashion to the anger she’d brought with her.
Her brows rose behind the dark glasses covering her eyes. “He told me he bought them from Storm and that he owed you money. I’ve come here today to pay you the goddamn money and to ask you…no, to fucking beg you, to stop selling him the drugs so he can try to get clean again.” While anger clothed her, desperation blazed between her words – her anxiety to clear the debt rang out loud and clear.
Nash opened his mouth to reply, but I spoke before he could. “Consider whatever debt he thought he had, cleared.”
Her mouth fell open for a moment before she snapped it closed and ripped her sunglasses from her face. Untrusting brown eyes glared back at me. “Bullshit. Bikers don’t just clear debts.”
“This one does.” Figuring she was far from the kind of woman to back down easily, I waited for her to continue the argument.
Shaking her head at me, she ran her fingers through her wavy hair. “Fuck,” she muttered. “Look, I’ve got shit to do so, for the love of God, will you just let me pay you?” Narrowing her eyes at me, she added, “Honestly, what kind of drug dealer turns money down?”
She was beginning to piss me off. I moved closer to her so I was in her space. Bending my face closer to hers, I said, “I’m – ”
Before I could get my words out, she kneed me in the balls and after placing her hands against my chest, shoved me hard so I stumbled backwards.
Fuck.
I hadn’t seen that coming and fuck if I’d let it go without giving her a piece of my mind.
Wild eyes stared at me, and her chest rose and fell hard and fast as she spat out, “Don’t fucking come that close to me again.”
Heat flushed through me as my body tensed with anger and pain. “You need to get the fuck off my property now and never come back. We don’t sell drugs here. Get your facts right before you come around accusing people of shit they didn’t do and if you ever fuckin’ touch my balls again, be prepared for the repercussions.” I fumed as I glared at her, waiting for her to leave.
She met my glare and didn’t let go. Instead of doing what I’d said, she grabbed an envelope out of her bag and slapped it into my hand. “I’m not accusing you of anything; I couldn’t give a shit what people do to make a living. All I want is the debt cleared and my brother left alone. You think you can manage that?”
J whistled. “Fuck, the girl’s got balls.”
I didn’t take my eyes off her. Either J was right or she was dumb as fuck; I was tending towards J being right. As we watched each other, a car pulled into the car park, pulling my attention away for a second.
Harlow.
She parked her car and made her way to where the four of us stood. Frowning, she asked, “What’s going on?”
“I was just leaving,” the girl muttered, taking a step back as she watched Harlow with the same level of distrust she’d looked at us with.
“You don’t need to leave on my account,” Harlow said. “I just dropped in for a quick hello; nothing important, so I can wait inside for you to be done.”
As she made a move to leave us, I snagged her around the waist and pulled her to me. “I won’t be long, sweetheart,” I said, my eyes holding hers. Fuck, whatever perfume she had on today smelt amazing.
A lazy smile spread across her face. Standing on her toes, she brushed a quick kiss across my lips. “See you soon,” she murmured before pulling out of my hold and walking inside.
My gaze followed her until I could no longer see her. Turning back to the girl, I snapped, “You should go.”
Her eyes glinted with displeasure. “My thoughts exactly,” she muttered before sweeping one last glare over all of us and turning to walk towards her car parked on the road.
The three of us watched her go before Nash looked at me and said, “Jesus fucking Christ, I hope to God we never see her again.”
“Yeah, you and Scott’s balls hope to never see her again,” J chipped in as he smirked.
I raked my fingers through my hair as the tension punched through my body. I’d been on edge when she arrived and she’d only amplified that. Holding up the envelope she’d given me, I said, “What’s the bet it was Keg who sold to her brother?”
“I figured that, too,” J said.
“I’ll hold onto this in case she comes back looking for it.” Although I figured it had been Keg who sold the drugs, if someone else did, they’d go looking for this cash and she’d need it then.
We headed back inside and I found Harlow waiting for me at the bar. She held Wilder’s and Griff’s attention, and I took a moment to appreciate the ease with which she got on with club members. She’d kept away from the clubhouse over the past few months, choosing to lock herself away at home or at the café. Seeing her here today, laughing like she was, made me happy.
She smiled at me as I approached, and turned her body to mine when I stood in front of her. “I missed you this morning.” Her voice was soft; all breathy like she’d been thinking of fucking me.
I bent my head so my mouth was near her ear. “Damn, woman, you know that sexy voice of yours gets me hard.” I spoke so that only she could hear, but I didn’t give a fuck if anyone else heard it. My feelings for Harlow weren’t something I ever tried to hide.
Her body swayed and her back arched as the front of her brushed up against me. “I could take care of that right now.” Her eyes flirted with mine and her promise sizzled in the air between us.
Fuck.
Yes.
I grabbed hold of her hand and without another glance at anyone in the room, I stalked towards the office, pulling her with me. No fucking way could a man pass up that offer.
When we arrived at the office, I ushered her inside and kicked the door closed behind us. Then I pushed her against the desk and reached for the button on her jeans. “Fuck, sweetheart, why’d you wear jeans? A skirt would be better for this kind of thing.” I moved as fast as I could to undo her jeans because, hell, my dick had hardened to the point where a man could go crazy if he didn’t get any relief.
She raised her brows. “Really? You’re gonna complain about shit when I’m standing in front of you offering you this?” As she said the word ‘this’, she guided my hand to her pussy.
