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Whizz ran his hand over her stomach,rubbing in circular motions.Her stomach tightened as another floodof arousal swamped her.She wished she could stop feeling thepleasure, but nothing happened.

“Your club.I knew you’dfollow me that day, Lacey.I know the club meant a great deal toyou.They were your family.I’m sorry for hurting you thatway.”

“You’re not sorry forkilling them?”she asked, staring up at him.

“I hope one day you’llforgive me for my part in what I did.”

“Why are you saying this?”Theway he’d spoken to her that afternoon left her feeling he was angryat her feelings toward the Savage Brothers.

“You’ve lost your family.I’msorry about hurting you.I’m not sorry for what had to happen.Before Gonzalez tore your family apartyou were part a club.You know theworkings even if you argue with me.”

She licked her lips averting hergaze.

“I don’t want to talk about thisanymore.”Lacey turned her back to him, watching the movie.Whizzdidn’t move his hand away.He kept stroking her stomach.

She kept her thighs together, wishingshe’d stop reacting to his touch.

“I want you,Lacey.”

Closing her eyes, she took in a breath.His fingertips moved from her stomach to travel up.She didn’t stopeven though she knew she should.He cupped her breast in his palm.Her nipple budded into his hand.

“Tell me you want me,” hesaid.

Opening her eyes, she stared opposite theroom.The hand on her breasts started to move down.She didn’t tellhim to stop, nor did she tell him to keep going.Lacey stayedquiet, and when his fingers stroked over the band of the boxers,she let out a breath.

“I’m not going to go anyfurther until you tell me you’re with me all the way.”He kissedher shoulder.“Tell me what you want, Lacey.”

She loved the way he said her name.Hisvoice was dark, filled with the promise of sin.Lacey wanted totell him to stop, but she wanted his touch a hell of a lotmore.

“It means nothing,” shesaid.

“You’re lying, Lacey.You’relying to yourself and to me.”His palm stayed still against herstomach.The tips of his fingers still rested in the boxerbriefs.

“You helped, Whizz.”She closedher eyes, hoping she’d see him as the enemy.Lacey couldn’t do it.All she saw when she closed her eyes was Whizz, but not as theenemy.No, she saw him as her friend, her lover, and something ahell of a lot more.She saw him as a hope of a future.

“Tell me what you want meto do.”There was no apology for what he did.He wanted her to tellhim no or to let him continue.

If he stops will he go findpleasure elsewhere?

She didn’t know what bothered her more, ifhe found pleasure elsewhere or if he stopped, rolled over, andignored her.What would she do if he took his pleasure in a young,slimmer woman?No, she couldn’t handle that.

“I want you, Whizz.I want you tocontinue.”The truth spilled from her lips.She expected to feel shame forgiving into him.In truth, all she felt was relief that she’dfinally given into him.

His hand moved past theboxer shorts,sliding down to cup her pussy.

“This is mine, Lacey.I’mnot going to let another man touch what’s mine.”

Chapter Four

The answer Whizz got to hisstatement was her feminine moan.Thelips of her pussy were slick with cream.Sliding a finger through her slit, he circled the hard bud of herclit.She moaned, her legs falling open a little wider, making theband of the briefs tight against his hand.

Sitting up on the bed, he threw theblanket out of view.He no longer wanted to hide beneath the coversor for her to pretend they were no longer together.

“What are you doing?”sheasked.

“I want to see you, Lacey.No more hiding.”

He leaned over her to put the lighton.Nothing would obstruct his view of her body, not darkness, notclothing, not even her embarrassment.Whizz wanted to see all ofher, soak all of her inside.

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