Page 26 of Gunner

“Thank you, Sylvie. That’s really helpful.”

She nodded. “That’s all I know. I swear.”

“Listen, I don’t know how much we affected your business tonight, so I’d like to pay you for your time.” I took out my wallet, thumbed through the bills, and pressed the money into her hand. “I’d also like to leave my business card with you. If you think of anything later, please call me.”

She smiled. “Maybe you would like to use my services sometime.”

“That’ll be all, Sylvie.” Gunner bolted off the wall, grabbed me by the neck, and propelled me out the door. “We’re going.”

Oh fuck, my cock pulsed at my kryptonite being used against me. The good ole neck grab.

My cock’s unruly behavior had nothing to do with him.Nothing. What man wouldn’t get hard at the territorial grip? Hell, it was one of my favorite holds when my man gripped my neck and held me down while we fucked.

But this isn’t your man. He’s the biker you can’t stand.

The second we were out of the apartment, he released his hold on me. Without hesitation, he took the stairs down two at a time. I had to jog to catch up with him. Out of breath by the time we were on level ground again, I fell into step beside him.

“What’s your problem?” I yanked at his arm, the only way to slow him down.

He pulled out of my hold and shoved me in the chest, hard.

“My problem is you.” Another shove and I stumbled back. I should have been prepared for the second one, but I was still reeling from his mood swings. One second, he acted like he was flirting dangerously with me, and the next, he seemed to want nothing more than to bury me six feet under.

“Hey, asshole, you’re the one distributing coke right in front of me.” I pushed him back. I was fed up with his bullshit.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“Would serve you right if I charge you.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“You helped tonight. That’s why, but don’t expect me to cover for you again. When you work with me, you do everything by the book. I’ll haul your ass off to prison so fast, Gunner.”

“Fuck the book and fuck you.”

He marched off again, but I grabbed his cut and jerked him to a stop. “I’m not kidding, Gunner. You can’t do shit like that andexpect me not to report it. Not only am I a cop, but I’m the acting chief of police.”

Gunner’s hand flew to my throat. I tried to block it with my forearm, but he was quicker. He obstructed me while he gripped my neck with his other hand and yanked me forward.

I tumbled into Gunner, our eyes at level with each other. Energy crackled and sparked between us. His hard thighs shifted against mine; the soft tobacco scent of his breath hit my cheek.

Gunner dropped his gaze to my lips. I sucked the bottom one between my teeth, then released it quickly. Heat crept into my cheeks.

Well, this is embarrassing.

Gunner chuckled, the sound disturbing and sending shivers up my spine. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

“Fuck you. Release me.”

He was strong. Either that or my muscles had gone weak because I couldn’t break the hold he had on me. No one had ever manhandled me like that. The smug look on his face unsettled me. It didn’t help my ego knowing I was panting like I’d just run a five-thousand-mile race when all I needed was to get a two-hundred-and-something-pound man off me.

“Kiss me.”

“I’m not—”

Gunner slammed his lips against mine. I clamped mine shut against the intrusion of his tongue. He bit my bottom lip, and I gasped, unprepared for the assault. He wasted no time shoving his tongue into my mouth, sweeping it around like he was trying to lick me clean from the inside out. His tongue slid over mine, and I let out a whimper. The way he was holding me and using my mouth wreaked havoc on my senses.

This was wrong. Kissing him wasn’t on the agenda. It couldn’t be, but the urge to sink my fingers into his hair slammed into mygut. I tugged my arm, impatient to touch him, moaning openly and leaning into him.

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