Page 47 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

She trembled against him. He turned her away from his men, hiding her between him and the wall.

Lizzy lifted her head. "You're my boss."

Frustration lined her forehead, he placed his lips on the worry marring her until she relaxed.

"What's that have to do about anything?" he asked.

She moistened her lips. He swallowed the groan at the way her mouth moved.

"I need the job at the bar." She closed her eyes an extra second. "I like our friendship."

Friendship? He inhaled deeply and held her tightly to his chest.

Her arms came up and wrapped around his middle. A possessive need to keep her with him wouldn't ease. "Give me this."

The music surrounded him. The vocal outbursts from his men failed to penetrate what Lizzy gave him. He'd allow nothing to tear her away, not even Lizzy.

He eased his hold on her, reached over and picked up her drink, handing it back. Because he'd need every bit of alcohol to give her a night at the clubhouse without taking her upstairs, he downed his in one take and yelled for someone else to bring him another.

An hour later, Lizzy must've had the same thought to help soften the ache left smoldering in her body. She looked at him when her third glass was empty. Knowing he was going to walk her across the street to her house when it was time for her to go home, and if he had to tuck her into bed because she'd gotten half looped, he would, he looked for someone to get her another—because he wasn't letting her go.

He grabbed Elling's vest and ordered him to bring another round.

Lizzy leaned against him, giggling and smiling. "This is such a bad idea."

He disagreed. She needed to let loose.

"What time is it?" She smoothed the front of his shirt.

He glanced up at the clock. "Almost midnight."

"Midnight." She sighed and then jerked away from him. "I forgot. I need to text Coco."

Lizzy looked around the room. He walked her over to the peg on the wall where she'd put her purse. Elling brought two drinks, and he held on to them while Lizzy searched the contents of her bag.

She found her phone. "Oh, no, she tried to get ahold of me an hour ago."

He read the words on the screen as her fingers quickly picked out the letters to send a text back. Coco was okay and had only checked to make sure Lizzy was fine and to remind her not to get on a motorcycle if she drank.

Amused, he waited for her to put her phone back in her purse, handed her the drink, and then slipped his hand into hers and took her outside. Fresh air was called for.

At least fifty people milled around outside. Some of the guys stood by the motorcycles. Other men enjoyed the night with their woman, trying to find a spot alone in a space where they were all short on privacy. It was a typical night at the clubhouse that he never took for granted.

Except, the woman with him made him feel special.

He swung her by the hand around in front of him, bringing her close. Planting a possessive hold on her hip to keep her against him, he stared down into the sexiest blue eyes shining up at him in the moonlight.

"It's hard to believe I live across the street." She tilted her head back, looking up at the dark sky. "That last night, or last weekend, you were here with your club, having fun. It feels like I'm far, far away. It's going to be impossible to go to sleep every night imagining you here. Even thinking about where you sleep, listening to the trains."

He dipped his head, kissing the soft skin of her neck. Her lower body leaned into him as she arched her back.

"Imagining you kissing my neck," she whispered, straightening and caressing her lips against his upper cheek.

He turned, taking her mouth, giving her more to imagine. Promises of what he could do with those kisses.

Her lips opened, and her tongue teased him before retracting. It was enough. He coaxed her, cradling her head in one hand, and took her deeper.

Blood rushed through his veins. His cock pounded within the confines of his jeans.

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