Page 12 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

“No!” she moans. Her arms hook around me, holding me close. “Please, don’t stop,” she pleads.

“Lexi, honey, I can’t?—”

“Please. I need this. I know what this is, and I don’t care. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t have you. I’m not asking for anything from you except for this.”

Begging is not something she should be doing. I should be the one begging her. “I’m no good for you.”

She shrugs. “I don’t care.”

“Nothing can come of this. It will be just sex.”

She nods, her eyes shades darker from desire. “I know.”

Damn it, how can I resist her?

I try to pull away from her, and her legs lock around me. I can’t help but laugh, and she gasps.

My head jerks to her. “What’s wrong?”

She points at me in the chest. “You just laughed.”

I put my hands on each side of her hips on the tattoo bed and lean into her. “Yeah, I do that on occasion.”

She shrugs. “I’ve never witnessed it. You’re pretty damn handsome when you laugh, Ben.”

These feelings erupt inside me, and before I can dissect them, my smile drops, and as if a reminder for myself, I nod my head at her. “Boss.”

She laughs. “Okay, Boss. Are you going to take me or not?”

I put my hands at her hips. “First, I’m going to clean up the tattoo and go over how to care for it.”

“Then what?” she asks, practically holding her breath.

I pull from her hold, smiling. “Then I’m going to take you for a ride.”

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LEXI

This isn’t exactly the ride I thought he meant, but I lean into his back and enjoy it. After flipping off Gunner and asking Alice to cancel the rest of his appointments for today, I thought we’d be going back to the Exiled Guardians Clubhouse. Instead he turned north, away from Whiskey Run, and we’re on the stretch of highway that leads to Jasper.

I don’t ask questions, and I’m not going to complain. I lean into him, my hands tight against his abdomen, and rest a cheek on his back. We ride for awhile, and he stops at a diner that I’ve never been to before.

He orders us burgers and fries, and I’m patting my hair as he smiles at me. “My hair is a mess.”

He just shakes his head, looking at me intently. “You look beautiful.”

I look around the half empty restaurant. “What are we doing here, Boss?”

“Eating.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I get that, but what are we doing here? I thought you were taking me…”

I let my voice trail off, and he leans toward me with a challenge. “You thought what?”

I point my finger around the restaurant. “You don’t have to do all this. I know what this is, and you don’t have to dress it up and make it pretty.”

He fists his hands on top of the table and leans toward me. “What do you mean, dress it up and make it pretty?”

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