Page 31 of Loving Smoke

“I appreciate you saying that because I really like working here.” I drew in a deep breath to stretch the thin material of my tank top lower.

Right on cue, Smoke’s eyes zeroed in on my hard nipples poking through the flimsy material. He lingered, and then, like he caught himself, he jerked his gaze away and stood.

I stood with him and now our bodies were only inches apart. The air in the room seemed to evaporate. Sucking out all the oxygen. Now or never.

“This is so interesting.” I pointed to the tat on his bare chest then traced the evil Royal Bastard insignia with my fingertip. “Tell me what it means.”

His breathing caught and his heart skipped under my touch. “I don’t think you really wanna know.” He covered his hand over mine.

His heart beat faster, and the warmth of his skin sent jolts of electricity down my spine.

“Oh, but I do.”

He grabbed my other hand and placed both of them on his shoulders. Then he palmed my ass and hauled me to his taut body. I gazed up at him willing him to succumb, willing him to kiss me.

The gentle touch of his lips surprised me. We stayed connected for a few minutes then he shifted increasing the pressure and separating my lips with his tongue. Just like last night I marveled at his sensual moves. I’d expected and prepared myself for forced aggression, but instead he took his time and my body melted into him.

His hand snuck between us and he palmed my needy breasts, then freed them from my tank top, tweaking and rolling my nipples between his fingertips. I moaned into his mouth pushing my body closer to him. The skin of his bare chest burned and pressed against my exposed breasts.

My insides flamed as my core pulsed. Without warning my hips ground into his and he cupped my ass harder, then effortlessly lifted me until my legs were wrapped around his waist.

He broke away from the kiss. “I think you know where this is going,” he mumbled against my lips then dove in capturing me in another searing kiss.

Was he asking permission? Another trait I didn’t expect from an outlaw biker.

“Yes.” I huffed out the single word between pants and gasps. His and mine.

In a few large steps we were at the foot of his bed, and in another second he dropped me onto the center of it as he ripped at the zipper of his jeans. I stared up into his hooded eyes and full lips. What a shame such a beautiful man was wasted on a devil biker.

“You probably also know we shouldn’t be doin’ this.” He pushed his jeans to the floor and my eyes widened. The man was huge—like XL huge. He crawled up the bed until he was hovering over me. “I think we knew from the first night in my office this would happen.”

“Absolutely. I hoped it would happen that first night.”

Truth, I had gone to bed that night fantasizing about him taking me on top of his desk.

“Fuck, babe.” His middle finger and thumb found my clit. “Do you know how many times I dreamt of bending you over my desk? Fuckin’ you from behind while I got a full view of your perfect ass became my number one fantasy.”

“Well, let’s save something for later.” I grinned around my words, then arched my back for him.

He withdrew his fingers and licked them. “Hmmmm, I knew your cream would be sweet.”

“I have a feeling your buddy, Blood, wouldn’t approve.” I had to know exactly where the chain of command fell between these two men.

“Fuck, him. I’m a grown ass man, plus I’m his prez, so if he don’t like it too fuckin’ bad.” He nudged me over onto my stomach, wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me to my knees. “I can’t wait. I gotta see that perfect ass of yours right the fuck now.”

He slid his hard, amazing large cock between my ass cheeks and I bucked against him loving the pressure. He grabbed my hips holding me tight to him, every thrust igniting my clit, teasing me to the point of no return. Almost there, but not quite.

Sweet torture, but I forced myself to stay in the moment. He hadn’t opened a condom yet and the last thing I needed was a pregnancy with the devil’s bastard. Wouldn’t that be a perfect irony? Having a baby with the man responsible for my mother’s death.

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I’d dreamed about exactly this moment for a month, then last night I jerked myself off like a fuckin’ teenager just thinking about Marisol and her perfect body. A body now naked and melting into me. Fuck, but I couldn’t control myself.

The limited brain cells still functioning told me it was because I hadn’t had pussy in over two months. Unheard of for me. With other women, it was usually immediate gratification, but whatever this was with Marisol was more than all those things put together and it scared the shit out of me.

The innocent way she came to my door. The almost shy way she presented herself. It turned me the fuck on in a way I hadn’t expected and never experienced.

I pumped between her luscious ass cheeks a few more times. The glide and slide made my eyes cross, but my selfish dick wanted more—way more.

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