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I nodded. “I can agree to those terms.” My mind was already rushing ahead, making a list of things I needed to do, like text my bosses and ask for a meeting with them tomorrow.

“Then we’ll get along just fine.”

Sucking in a breath, I stared up at him. Now was the time. We were laying out rules and expectations. I should bring up what happened earlier. Tell him I wanted him. But the words stuck in my throat.

I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had two boyfriends in the past and sex had definitely been a part of those relationships. But they’d both asked me out and we’d done all the normal things before we’d had it. They’d taken me out on dates, eventually asked me to be their girlfriend. I’d never asked a man to just…sleep…with me before.

What if he laughed? On the other hand, a man never threw me over his shoulder caveman style, fingered me and made me suck my own wetness from his fingers before either…

My cheeks heated as he raised a brow. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said.

He frowned. “Don’t worry so much, Keely. We’ll keep you safe.”

He thought I was worrying about my life. And really, maybe I should be, but now that I was here with him? It was easy to set aside my fear. I trusted him. Trusted his ability to keep his word and take care of this mess. Even if I’d hesitated at first, now that I was resigned to it and had given my word, I knew I didn’t need to worry. Instead I was thinking about sex. With him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked, his voice low, gravelly.

“Nothing,” I said again. There’d be plenty of time to seduce the man later. “I was just making a to-do list,” I lied.

Pounce on gorgeous biker, suck dick, make him moan… That would be considered a seduction, right?

Both his brows shot up. “Of course you were,” he said, humor flooding his tone. “I’ll let you get settled. If you need anything, I’m just next door.”

I nodded, following him to my front door, then shutting it after he walked out. Turning, I leaned back against it and stared up at the ceiling. I was officially a coward. But I’d spend the night thinking this over, making a plan. I always worked best with a plan. I just needed to figure out what the best way to proceed was. Then I’d lure Lockout into my bed.

CHAPTER 9

Keely

Imade a terrible Jezebel. Despite all the thoughts I’d been having of Lockout, the many delicious, muscular, naked thoughts, and one erotic dream last night that had me wishing I’d packed my vibrator, I still hadn’t worked up the courage to do any actual pouncing.

He’d knocked on my door this morning and instead of pulling him inside my apartment and having my way with his sexy tattooed body, I’d handed him my keys—after he demanded that I give them to him—and followed him downstairs. I’d been quite docile about it all. And not docile in the ‘good girl’ way either.

Which was probably why he kept shooting me suspicious looks as we drove downtown to my law office. Docile wasn’t usually a term that described me, and he was wondering why I wasn’t pushing back. His next statement confirmed my theory.

“You’re worried.”

I glanced over at him and sighed. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to tell him that I was fretting over trying to seduce him, so I brought up the other thing that was bothering me. “This is a good idea. Going to speak with the partners at my law firm,” I explained when he arched a brow. “But I’m not sure they’re going to do what we want.”

“Why not?”

“They pushed pretty hard to get me to take the FBI’s offer to begin with.”

He frowned at that. “You didn’t want to go?” He was staring at the road, as if he didn’t want to look into my eyes when he asked that question. Or when I answered it, one of the two.

“I- I did.” Sort of. There were a couple different reasons that I’d taken that damn civilian contracting position. And I was regretting letting all of them push me toward accepting it now that I was in deep trouble.

“You don’t sound sure about it,” he said, his voice low.

“I thought it would be a good experience.” I shot him a rueful smile when his eyes darted over to me at that. Then he looked back at the road. His forearm muscles flexed as he gripped the steering wheel of my car.

Stop drooling over him.Then the devil on my other shoulder interjected,or you could crawl over there and lick him from top to bottom.

I wasn’t sure I could follow my inner voice’s order, but I’d try. And I was going to completely ignore that little devil voice because now wasn’t the time. Maybe later, but not now. “But mostly it was because the partners really wanted the accolades that would come along with having one of their lawyers working with the FBI.” And because I couldn’t stand to be around a certain biker and not fall in love with him. Lock was the third reason I’d taken that position, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

“So they might not want to have them release you early because it won’t look as good as if you stayed and helped them make the bust,” he concluded.

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