Page 6 of Sinfully Mine

“Good. Get the fuck outta here. I can see you got somewhere to be.”

I didn’t realize I’d been tapping my fingers on my thighs, eagerly anticipating another night on the cam and gaming with Grace. “It’s not you,” I began.

“You met someone,” he guessed. The surprise in his voice was unmistakable.

“Yeah, I did. Grace is beautiful, sweet, and smart enough to take things slow with me,” I joked.

Grim slapped me on the back. “Don’t freak her out with your kinky voyeurism shit.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I laughed. “Fuck off with that.”

He grinned wider. “Go. I’m gonna tell Trish you met Grace.”

“I don’t want anyone else to know yet. I’m not sure it’ll work out.”

He stared at me for a few seconds and then nodded. “It will.”

“Don’t gossip. A club president shouldn’t do that.”

He snorted. “Uh-huh.”

I left with a grin plastered on my face and ignored Rael as he watched me cross the bar, heading straight to my office. Before he uttered a word, I flipped him off, which amused everyone who saw. Fucking Rael. He never got tired of fucking with people. Good thing I actually liked the crazy bastard.

It was later than usual when I logged into my game online, noticing that Grace was already playing, and the chat was set to private. She’d been doing that lately so random people couldn’t join us without permission. I liked that I got to have her to myself while we shot zombies, crossed the expanse of the map in West Virginia, and hunted mutated creatures.

“Hey, where have you been, Skull Reaper?”

“Hi, Grace. Work ran over tonight. I had a meeting I couldn’t miss,” I explained. “I’m joining you now.”

“I don’t have long, but we can play for about an hour.”

She didn’t have long to play? Why?

“Everything okay?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t pissed at me.

“Yeah. I’ve got a meeting too. Sometimes, I have to participate from home.”

Ah. “Well, bummer. I hope you can get back on.”

She beamed a dazzling grin into the cam. “I hope so.”

We hunted the map for about half an hour when she leaned back in her chair. I caught the black tank top she wore and how it hugged her chest, smoothing down her waist as it hugged her body. The material molded to the curve and swell of her breasts, and I nearly salivated.

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?”

Her lips twitched, and I knew she found our conversations amusing, fun, and entertaining. “You’ve been calling me a lot of sweet names lately.”

“That’s because I think you’re sweet and addicting,” I replied without hesitation.

“My real name is Grace, you know. Just so you’re aware.”

I figured.

“What’s yours?”

“My real name or road name?” I clarified, waiting for her to catch on.

“So youarea biker,” she mused.

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