Page 131 of Devil Mine

Arturo’s eyes widen. “Is that really the best place to discuss this?”

“You’d rather I wait until we schedule something formal, potentially after a couple more shipments are hit?”

“No,Diablo, but–”

“I’ll talk to him tonight.” He picks up on the finality in my tone and doesn’t respond.

At that moment, the door opens and out comes Tess. She walks down the stairs in the most sinful dress I’ve ever laid eyes on – chrome pink, tight, and short. The fact that it matches the plug still buried in her ass drives me wild. Every time her leg lifts to come down a step, she nearly flashes me. The cocky smile she directs my way tells me she knew exactly how it was going to affect me.

Her hair is down around her shoulders, her eyes lightly shaded with soft pink hues that accentuate the blues of her irises. My gaze rakes over her curves, over those very apparent love marks, leaving a warm imprint of my possessive gaze behind.

“Jefe,” Arturo warns. “She’s barely wearing anything. Maybe she should change…”

Tess frowns when she hears him, clear hesitation marking her features. I reach out a hand to her, pulling her close.

“No longer in mourning?” I smirk.

Her smile comes back, her eyes glittering. She shakes her head softly. “No.”

“That’s good to hear,” I whisper. “You’re so fucking hot.” Turning towards my lieutenant, I add. “Let them look, Turo. They’ll see she belongs to me.”

He nods stiffly, then gets into the black car waiting behind us. Tess makes a move to go in after him, but I stop her with a hand on her lower belly.

“We’re not taking the car tonight,amor.”

“What do you mean?”

Grabbing her by the hips, I turn her to face the grass just off to the side of the house where my Arc Vector motorcycle awaits us.

“That’s our ride.”

“Wow, it’s beautiful.”

She lets me take her hand and walk her over to the feat of engineering that is my bike. The uncertain look on her face remains even as I throw my leg over one side and get on.

“I’m scared,” she whispers. If there was any amount of money I could pay to make her never experience that emotion again, I would.

I palm the helmet hanging from the handlebars and bring it onto my lap, opening the chin strap and visor. Reaching for her, I brush the hair back from her face carefully and then put it on her head. She looks adorable with the helmet on, strands of blonde hair framing the visible band around her eyes.

“I’d die before I let anything happen to you on this bike,” I tell her, clipping the chin strap back in place. Then I unzip my jacket, revealing my black tee, and motion at her to slip it on. “So you’re not cold. It gets chilly.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll have you pressed up against my back, your hands wrapped securely around my body. Nothing’s going to keep me warmer than that.”

She smiles, leaning in for a kiss when she remembers the helmet she has on and laughs instead.

“Come on, get on,” I say, putting on my own helmet.

Tess places both hands on my shoulders and one hand on her foot hold, using it as momentum to get her leg over the other side. When she sits, she groans loudly, her covered forehead coming down against my shoulder.

“Problem?”

“No,” she says on a sharp inhale. “It’s just… sitting like this, with my legs spread. It’s adding pressure on the plug.”

Lust shoots straight to my groin at the tormented undertone in her voice. I look over my shoulder back at her.

“Wait until the bike’s vibrations pulse against it,amor. If you don’t come from that stimulation, I’ll have taken the bike out for nothing.”

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