Page 11 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

“You’re lucky I’m hungry.”

And she was. After slicing the tomatoes, she assembled the sandwich and started eating.

“Good?” I asked.

She just gave me a thumbs-up sign and took another bite.

I watched her gobble up the sandwich, staring at her luscious lips as they got coated in the oil from the ham, the juice from the tomato and the mayo. I took the chance to study her other features as well, like her curved lashes and her button nose and the faint freckles on her chin. Again, it was a first for me. Usually, women were the ones gawking at me, fascinated by my blue eyes and my chiseled cheeks. Annoying really. I never paid them much attention.

And yet, I could hardly keep my eyes off Lauren. Not off her face or her slender fingers or the cleavage I could glimpse past the neckline of her loose-fitting sweater.

When she was done, she wiped her mouth and looked at me. “I guess no one told you it’s rude to stare at someone either.”

I shrugged. “I can’t help it. My girlfriend is just so hot.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m a mess.”

I wiped the spot of mayo on the corner of her mouth with the napkin then touched her cheek as I looked into her eyes. “A hot mess.”

She blushed then and smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

That smile made my heart race. I stroked her cheek and gave her a mischievous grin. “Oh, I can be very bad.”

“Really?” She leaned forward to trace my jawline with her finger. “And what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?”

“Well, I can tell you the naughtiest thing I’ve done.” I moved closer to her, so we were mere inches apart. “One evening, after we’d both had a few glasses of champagne, I tied up your wrists…”

I touched her wrist lightly. She drew in a breath.

“Then I blindfolded you and tore off your dress…” I let my fingers walk up her arm all the way to her shoulder. “And I started kissing you.”

I placed my mouth against her ear.

“All over.”

She shivered. I stroked her shoulder as I continued whispering in her ear. “Starting from your forehead above the blindfold to your lips to your neck, down to your collarbone and…”

I couldn’t continue any longer because Lauren grabbed my face and kissed me. I placed my arm around her and cradled the back of her head as I devoured her soft, succulent lips, then I pushed my tongue past them, tasting her. She tasted like the sandwich she had eaten and something sweet.

Something I had never tasted before and couldn’t get enough of.

I placed my hands under her armpits and lifted her, placing her on the edge of the marble counter so I could better kiss her. Over and over, I let my lips crash over hers and our tongues tangle, swallowing every moan she made and relishing every shiver I sent over her heated skin. For each one, my cock quivered in response. A tent formed in my boxers.

I gripped a handful of her hair and planted kisses on her neck. My other hand found the curve of her breast and I cupped it, feeling the pebbly skin peak against my palm.

She wasn’t even wearing a bra. That alone told me she was hoping for this. She wanted this.

And I wanted her more than anything I’d ever wanted before in my life.

Desire raging through my veins, I tore myself away from her for a moment to pull off my shirt only to stop with my hands up in the air as I realized Lauren and I weren’t alone.

Wade stood in the foyer, his forehead bunched up even more than usual and his jaw clenched. I could almost see smoke coming out of his flared nostrils as he spoke.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Chapter Four

Wade

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