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“Long as you don’t gotta problem with me doin’ the same to you.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

Instead of him looking relieved at her words, his expression turned sour.

Chapter Thirteen

Holy shit.Was Romeo bothered by the fact a woman would actuallywantto have sex with no strings attached? Women beside sweet butts, that was.

That couldn’t be rare in his world, could it?

It was only logical to assume some women wanted to hook up with him with the end game of wearing his cut. Being the ol’ lady of a club president held some status and power in the MC world.

While technically MC “royalty” didn’t exist, Stella, Trip’s ol’ lady, was certainly considered the queen of the Blood Fury’s kingdom. But then, she was the perfect partner for the BFMC’s ruling “king.”

“You don’t have to worry about me wanting anything more than the sole reason I came here for. You can breathe easy, Rome.”

He cupped her ass and gave it a firm squeeze. “Ain’t havin’ a problem breathin’, woman. Just wonderin’ why the quiz before we fuck, that’s all.”

“I won’t ask any more questions, then. I’ll simply stay blissfully ignorant about you, if that’s what you want.”

When he pinned his lips together, she grinned and grabbed his bearded face, got a good grip on the black, wiry hair, and pulled him forward as she leaned in.

“We don’t need to talk at all,” she whispered once their mouths were only a hairsbreadth away.

“Just how I fuckin’ like it,” he murmured back.

When she drew her tongue over her lips, his gaze followed. As soon as she was done, his eyes lifted and met hers.

Everything inside her clenched with what she saw in his. In that moment, she had no doubt that tonight he would deliver what she ordered.

He didn’t wait for her to close the slight gap. He took her mouth like it belonged to him, causing an electrical current to crackle and pop down her spine.

His full lips were soft, but firm, as they moved over hers. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, encouraging her to open and let him in. She welcomed him.

Their tongues touched and took turns exploring.

She tasted beyond the beer and pot. She could taste him.

They hadn’t really kissed the last time they had sex. Instead, his lips had been busy everywhere else in his attempt to keep her mind off what came next. His intent was to get her so worked up; she’d forget she was a virgin.

Tonight, she was far from innocent, and she appreciated how well he kissed. Honestly, that surprised her. She figured, just like the first time with her, that he normally didn’t waste time on anything so intimate. That he only wanted a physical connection. One that was shallow, not deep.

But maybe kissing wasn’t a big deal for him. That it went along with the rest of it. He probably did whatever wasneeded to remove a woman’s clothes. And if kissing was the key to unlocking that next step…

Either way, she was overthinking it. She shouldn’t be concerned with what he did with other women, she should only be concentrating on this moment.

Bottom line, he was a damn good kisser, and she wouldn’t complain about taking time to lock lips with him, instead of immediately moving on to the main event.

Her moan ended up caught between them when he dug his fingers deeper into her ass and began kneading her cheeks with some enthusiasm.

At the same time, Romeo stole her breath before giving it back to her. Their tongues sparred for a few seconds before he used his to explore every inch of her mouth.

A groan worked its way from deep inside her when she dropped all of her weight onto his lap and ground against his hard cock. Circling her hips, she rode his denim-covered erection while his fingertips dug so deeply into her ass, it caused discomfort.

Despite that, she didn’t want him to stop.

When she continued to grind against him, he thrust upward over and over, giving her a preview of what was to come once they got naked. However, if they didn’t stop, she might come simply by dry humping the fully dressed man beneath her.

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