Page 60 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

He was near desperate to see those eyes. It had become an obsession over the last few weeks since she had first moved in. He was guessing light eyes with her sexy auburn hair and milky skin.

“Will you just wait until I dress?”

It took everything in Jason’s power not to groan at the image that flashed in his mind.

Jason cleared his throat, so he didn’t sound like a prepubescent boy. “Of course.” He didn’t work tonight. Yeah, the guys were going to ride, but he was willing to cancel for this. He could wait a few minutes for the woman to dress. It would make undressing her just that much sweeter.

The door swung open.

His idea of dressed differed vastly from hers. Jason noticed her legs first under the stretched-out hem of an oversized cable knit sweater. It just skimmed her thighs.

God, if she lifted her arms just slightly, he would be able to see her panties. If she was wearing any.

Her feet were bare, toes painted cherry red. All that blank canvas. His fingers itched at his sides to sketch something that would enhance her smooth skin. She was gorgeous as she was, but inked, damn, she would be perfect.

“Um. Hi?”

His eyes darted to hers. Pale green, almost clear, like sea glass, wide and locked onto his, behind those goddamn sexy glasses.

“Hi.” He winked. Gave her that sideways smirk he was famous for and her cheeks flamed brighter.

“May I?” Jason said the words, only as a formality, because he had already stepped inside the apartment.

He looked around, surprised at how spacious and airy it seemed. That could be attested to the open curtains as opposed to the black sheets he had all but nailed over his windows.

“I like your place.”

He would admit that was a cheesy line. But it worked as an icebreaker. He spent a lot of time in women’s apartments, and those were usually the only four words that made it out of his mouth before talking was eclipsed by incredible sex.

“Isn’t it the same as yours?” Casey tugged on the hem of her sweater.

“Mirrored. I think we share a bedroom wall.” He let that thought simmer as he walked around, looked for photos of boyfriends, swiped one of her business cards. He could do discreet. But then he saw her open laptop on the coffee table. Porn Place.

He chuckled to himself. That explained the orgies in her bedroom when he didn’t see anyone coming or going. There was a lot of coming, though.

The laptop slammed closed, and Casey set her hand on his shoulder. “Please leave.”

Jason held up both hands. “I’m sorry. I was snooping. You’re just so elusive. I want to get to know you.”

She shook her head, her soft hair swished around her shoulders. “No. Just, god, this is so embarrassing.” Her palms were pressed to his chest and she kept pushing him, so he walked backwards to the door. “Can we forget this ever happened?”

“Sorry, no.” Jason stepped back into the hallway. “You’re unforgettable.”

The door slammed in his face.

He chuckled. This girl was perfection.

He had to have her.

Chapter Six

Casey

“He still has my parcel,” Casey whined.

“Why didn’t you ask for it when he was in your living room?”

“He saw my laptop screen. Knows I watch more porn than a teenaged boy.” She sighed. “And because he is so sexy, I couldn’t think straight.”

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