Page 53 of Baby for the Bikers

“Someone might see,” she breathes, playing along.

“That’s half the fun.” I back her against the counter, pressing against her. “I’d lift you onto it, just like this.”

I hoist her up in one motion, setting her on the counter and moving between her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

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ROWAN

Maddox hoistsme onto the counter, stepping between my thighs, his presence overwhelming, his heat seeping into me, his body pressing so close that I can feel every inch of him.

His lips hover just over mine, his breath warm, his voice nothing but a low, wicked murmur. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, princess.”

I swallow hard, my pulse thrumming. “Then take it.”

A slow, filthy smirk spreads across his lips. “Oh, I plan to,” he promises, dragging his fingers down my sides, spanning my waist, gripping tight like he owns me.

I gasp when his hands slide lower, gripping the tops of my thighs, kneading the soft flesh like he’s savoring the feel of me. His thumbs drag up, brushing the edge of my shorts, teasing where I need him most but not giving in just yet.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice so fucking smooth, so confident. “Being right here, perched on the counter like a sweet little prize, knowing the windows are wide open.Knowing anyone passing by could see you like this…all spread out for me.”

A whimper escapes my lips, and his smirk deepens.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, trailing his fingers up my bare arms, making me crave more. “Let them see how fucking beautiful you are. How desperate you get for me. Let them watch you come apart while I make you feel so, so good.”

I let out a soft, needy breath, and his hands slide under my shirt, lifting the fabric slowly, his fingers teasing up my ribs. I arch into his touch as he pulls it over my head, tossing it away carelessly, his eyes locking onto my bare skin with a hunger that makes my breath catch.

“So beautiful,” he mutters, dragging his palms up my stomach, between the valley of my breasts, until he’s cupping them, kneading, squeezing. My nipples harden against his touch, and he groans, low and deep.

I bite my lip, my breath hitching when his thumbs flick over my peaks, teasing, circling, dragging out the anticipation.

“You ever been worshiped before, Rowan?” he asks, his voice velvet. “Ever had a man take his time with you, learn every inch, make you come so hard you forget how to speak?”

I shake my head, my pulse racing. “No.”

His smirk turns wicked. “You’re about to.”

His mouth descends on my breast, warm and wet, his tongue swirling, sucking, teasing, drawing tight, desperate moans from my lips. He’s slow, deliberate, taking his time, making me feel every flick of his tongue, every graze of his teeth.

His hand slides between my thighs, pressing against my shorts, rubbing slow, delicious circles over my clit through the fabric. I jolt, a gasp ripping from my throat, my hips shifting against his hand, chasing more.

“Fuck, you’re super turned on,” he groans, his teeth scraping over my nipple before he pulls back, his lips glistening, his gaze heavy. “And I haven’t even really touched you yet.”

I whimper, my fingers fisting in his hair. “Maddox, please.”

He hums, dragging his lips down my stomach, trailing kisses and sucking marks onto my skin. When he reaches my waistband, he hooks his fingers into my shorts and panties at once, tugging them down with one swift motion, exposing me completely.

A sharp inhale leaves him as he stares, his pupils blowing wide.

“Fuck,” he breathes, spreading my thighs wider, dragging his thumb through my slick folds, gathering my arousal. “You’re dripping for me, princess. Soaking. You love this, don’t you? Love knowing you could get caught while I play with this pretty little pussy.”

I whimper and nod, but he shakes his head. “Nah, sweetheart. I want words. Tell me.”

“Yes,” I gasp, desperate now, aching. “I love it. I love how you touch me.”

He groans in approval, then lowers his head and licks me, one long, slow stroke.

A choked cry leaves my lips, my hips jerking, but his hands grip my thighs, pinning me down.

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