Page 91 of Property of Chaos

I know how that tastes.I dart my tongue out to wet my lips as he drags his fist down his thick length.

What I’d do to taste it again now.

What the fuck am I doing?I smack the screen to pause the image and then swipe up to close the app.Goddamn.What is he doing to me?

Ditching the remainder of the muffin in the trash, I shove my phone into my bag and shake my hands.Fucking hell.As if my goddam nervous system isn’t wired enough already, a constant buzz living beneath my skin and a sense of impending doom shading every interaction I make through the day.

I need that goddamn appointment, but my regular doctor is on leave.

“Focus, Ness.”

I’m no use to anyone like this. I need to get my shit squared away before I dive headfirst into the quicksand that is Chaos.

Theresa turns as I push through the breakroom door. “Good?”

“Yeah.” I snatch up my apron, breasts aching with the arousal that still courses my veins.Those goddamn hands. His smile.Shit. “Hey. If I could get an appointment tomorrow, would it be okay to shift my break?”

“Sure. Appointment for what?” She lifts a hand to wave at Mike as he slips out the front door.

“Doctor.” I tie my apron off. “Are they hard to get into here?”

“Nope.” She briefly sets a hand on my shoulder as she moves past me. “Not since they got a new one on board.”

Good.

Because this level of stress in my body can’t be good for my long-term health.

And it’s about to get worse.

THIRTY-TWO

CHAOS

“Appreciate the hospitality,”Callum says as he takes a vacant seat on the sofa, resting his bottle on his knee. “Hope the entertainment isn’t solely for our benefit.”

I cast my gaze across the room to where the prospect he rode with disappeared under a pile of eager club pussy. “Good timing is all, brother.”

He nods, then runs an absent hand through one side of his wavy blond hair.

I realized the moment Jinx and I walked up to the guy that I’d seen him before. Our interactions with the Fallen Aces MC haven’t been much, which is strange, considering they’re one state down. But I’ve spoken with his president, King, a lot over the past few months while figuring out this supply issue.

After today, they might be steering toward a tighter working relationship with the club. Something long-term.

However you place it, the fact Callum rode through with the evidence we needed to prove those kids’ bodies weren’t put there by us indicates they see us as a worthy bedmate.

Somebody worth pulling back the veil for.

Music pounds through the speakers in the main room, members filling the shadows between the low lighting, most happy to nurse a drink while they watch our girls do their thing. I shove my drink between my legs and tap the heels of my hands on my knees, staring at Jezebel while she slowly circles a pole, but it’s not her that I see.

It’s a mass of dark hair cascading over perfect pale tits and a soft waist as Vanessa pushed my goddamn wrists above my head and told me to behave.Fuck.Now is not the time for a goddamn hard-on.

“Been on the road a while?” Yeah—I know. Awesome conversation skills. But I needed something to pull my head away from my enigma.

“Only left a few days ago, but we’ll be out for a couple of weeks.” Callum takes a pull on his beer. “Heading to Cali to see our brothers there.”

“Long days.”

“It ain’t so bad.” He rolls his head and pins me with a stare. “I’m sure you can relate.”

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