Page 23 of Savage Fire

She shook her head, making him chuckle. “Oh, but I did,” she purred.

Hearing the drop in her voice, he bit his lip provocatively.

Aww, fuck.

“What then? What did you learn that was interesting?”

She tipped her head as if in deep thought, then replied, “I learned you’re making bank with the club because you have a black Amex card. I learned you have a big dick because the condom tucked behind your Harley Davidson credit card is a Magnum.” Though, really, all you had to do to know Fang had a big dick was to look at the bulge in his pants. Something Tessa did with an unhealthy regularity. “I learned that you enjoy the occasional sweet deep fried treat from the Duck Donuts punch card sitting prominently in one of the front slots. And, more than that, I learned you’re a man I want to spend more time with.”

Lord, she was really jumping in there, wasn’t she?

Do you know what you’re doing, Tessa? This could blow up in your face!

Yeah, but at least she’d get a chance to use that Magnum…and then get some donuts afterward.

“You got all of that from a few cards and a condom?” he asked, his tone carefully surprised. “I’d be interested to see what you’d learn from looking through my bedside table drawers.”

Her pussy throbbed, and she almost whimpered from the ache. The thought of what he might keep in the table beside his bed made her brain fire on all sex cylinders, leaving the ones for higher reasoning in the dust. Toys, condoms, lube…what else could be possibly keep beside his bed? And what kind of toys? The kinky kind that provided a little pain with the pleasure, or the vibrating kind that was all forherpleasure?

Dragging her brain out of the gutter, she broke into light conversation, chatting about her job, he chatted about the new mats he ordered for the MMA gym, and they got into a spirited argument about the best place for authentic Mexican food in Vegas.

By the time Tessa was gearing up to lay into him about how Rosalita’s had the best damn chimichangas in Nevada, Fang was turning down a road leading through a neighborhood Tessa was not expecting: MacDonald Highlands.For real?

It was like they’d been transported to another, more posh planet.

Huge houses, spaced an acre apart dotted the road, which curved around a bend that ended at a massive house. Spanish style. Of course.

“Bienvenido a mi casa,” Fang exclaimed, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Was he nervous about what she would think?

Aww, that was adorable.

She grinned at him before turning back to stare. There was no gate, but there was a long, wide driveway leading to a…six car garage? He had a truck and a Harley, why would he need so much space?

Deciding that was a question for another time, Tessa took in the front of the house—no—mansion.

“Holy shit, Fang. I know you and the Raiders make crazy money from all those legit businesses, but…I never thought you could make enough to afford a place like this. Whydo youhave a place like this? What could you possibly need all this space for?”

Fang parked the truck just beneath the two-story portico that gave Tessa Plaza Hotel vibes. At least there wasn’t a doorman.

“Come on, I’ll show you the inside, then we’ll eat,” Fang said, a boyish excitement bright on his face. They were eating here? In his house? Where his bed was?

Oh, Lord.

She could get annoyed at his arrogance, him thinking he was going to get lucky tonight. But she rather liked that he was allowing her into his home. His sanctuary. She’d let the arrogance slide…since, more than likely,he wouldbe getting lucky tonight.

His eyes dancing, he jumped from the truck, hurried around to her side, and opened the door before she could gather her thoughts.

Fang opened the door, stood up on the threshold, and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

Startled, she didn’t have time to kiss him back before he was back on the ground, reaching up to help her down.

“Such a gentleman,” she teased, her face growing hot under his attention.

“For you, I will dig down deep and find him, though, I assure you, the rogue is much more fun,” he said, winking.

Her tummy flipping, she faked a grimace to hide the jaw drop at her new view of his house. From the ground it looked like a small boutique hotel. Not at all what she pictured Fang’s home to look like.

Fang took her hand, leading her toward the door. “Let’s get inside. I’ll take you on a tour after dinner. I know you like Italian, so I ordered from La Tratorria. I just hope it’s still warm enough to eat.”

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