Page 47 of Protecting Her Secrets

“Whatcha working on?” I ask.

He looks up and smiles, setting his computer on the ottoman and opening his arms. “Come here.”

“These are sexy.” I tap his glasses while straddling him.

“Oh, yeah. Real sexy to be getting old and needing readers.”

“You look so distinguished and proper.”

One brow lifts. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I was thinking right now.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” I grind down on the growing erection between my legs.

He grins. “Before we get to that, the guys and I decided that Wilder and I will head to Bakersfield tomorrow to get whatever you need from your apartment. Just make us a list.”

“You can’t do that. Klutch might have someone watching.”

“I’m sure he does, but Wilder has a few connections with the Organized Crime Taskforce in Kern County from when we had some trouble with a local warehouse being used to house guns and drugs for some mafia outfit. He’s contacting them today and notifying them of the situation so they can help keep an eye out.”

The endless stockpile of guns I’ve seen lying around the clubhouse flashes through my mind, making my heart kick up its pace. “I don’t like it.”

His hands slide underneath the back of my shirt, gently massaging my skin. As the callouses on his fingers and palms brush against my body, shivers of arousal shoot through me, and I’m hit with fantasies of watching him wield an ax or build things with tools. Why is that such a turn-on?

“I promise we’ll be safe, and while we’re there, you can spend time with Ridge at his place.”

“Ridge? Is Rowan busy or something?”

“What’s wrong with Ridge?”

“Um, he hates me, for one.”

“He doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t know you.”

I shake my head. “I’ll be fine here on my own.”

“No way. Wilder will be with me, and I don’t trust any of the other yahoos on the police force. Ridge isn’t that bad, and he’ll most likely leave you alone and lock himself in his studio.”

I sag in defeat. “Fine.”

He chuckles. “It’s not that bad, sweetheart.”

“Maybe not for you.” I huff.

“What if I promise to make it up to you?”

“How?”

“After I fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, I’ll draw you a nice bath. Then, while you’re relaxing, I’ll make us a nice dinner.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

“Whatever, huh?” He brings his hand around to my front and cups my breast, pinching my nipple between his thumb and finger, making me gasp. “Let’s see if I can fix your attitude. Stand up and take off your clothes.”

“Bossy.”

He smacks my ass. “Don’t make me punish the sass out of you.”

“You want to spank me?” My voice sounds far too breathy to be talking about corporal punishment.

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