Page 5 of Marked by the Protective Biker

I smile to reassure him. “Yes, Bradley. I’m fine.”

I feel Jack tense next to me, but I ignore him. “I was wondering if you can grab something from my office for me?”

Bradley is already shaking his head. I knew he wouldn’t like me asking him to leave me here with Jack, but I’m determined. “I have a packet on my desk. It’s a manila folder with a sticker on the front that says Jack Felon.”

Bradley looks at Jack and glares. “I don’t think?—”

I cut him off. “It’s okay, Bradley. You know Jack is not going to hurt me.”

Bradley glares at Jack but finally nods his head. “Fine. I’ll be right back.”

He gives Jack a stern look and then turns on his heel and walks out the door. I can feel Jack’s gaze centered on me, and now that we’re alone, my confidence is shaken.

Jack’s voice drops. “Okay honey, you got us alone. Now what?”

I lift my eyes to his, suck in a breath, and say the one thing that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. “I want you to kiss me.”

His eyes darken with arousal, and he leans into me. “Fuck, honey, I’m not going to want to stop.”

I look at the clock on the wall and then back to Jack. “Two minutes.”

He puts his hands on each side of my face, tilts my head back, and looks at me. “You sure?” he asks huskily.

I try to nod, but he’s holding me so tightly I can barely move my head.

“Words, Emily. I need to hear the words.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to kiss me,” I tell him without hesitation.

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. Instantly, I know I’m never going to be the same. A warmth flows through my whole body. He pulls me from my chair and settles me on his lap. His hard manhood presses against my hip, and I grind into him. His arms are wrapped around me, and he holds me so tightly I can barely breathe. His mouth fits over my lips, and when his tongue slides along mine, I whimper.

He pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. We’re both breathing heavily, and when he leans back to look at me, his eyes are dilated, his nostrils are flared, and he looks like a man on the edge. His voice is husky. “Baby, if we don’t stop now, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here.”

Bradley’s voice carries in the hall as he talks to another guard, letting us know he’s almost back. I pull from Jack’s arms and move back over to my chair. I lean over my desk, speechless.

“Breathe, honey. He’s coming in.”

I nod and start reading from the file again. I don’t even know what I’m reading, but I keep talking until Bradley stops in front of us. He sets the folder down on the desk, and I look up him. “Thank you, Bradley.”

“Sure thing, honey.”

Jack growls next to me, and I tense. Surely he’s not jealous of Bradley. I force a smile to my face. “We will just be a few more minutes.”

Bradley looks between me and Jack. “Okay, I’ll be right outside the door.”

He waits for my nod and then walks out of the room. It’s not until he’s gone that I let out the breath I’ve been holding. Jack puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes. “Em… how am I supposed to walk out of here and leave you?”

I turn in my seat to look at him. “Don’t do anything stupid, Jack. This is your chance to get out of here. I know you’re trying to figure out how to stay, but you can’t do that.”

He looks at me intently. “Then quit. Or I’m going to do what I have to do to stay in here with you, Emily.”

I slap my hand on the desk. “You can’t ruin your future?—”

He cuts me off and blurts, “I was sentenced to twenty years for killing a man. I’d say I’ve already ruined my future.”

I steel my voice. There’s no way I’m letting him throw away his second chance on me. I’m not sure who is more surprised when I blurt out, “You’re getting out of here, Jack. Don’t you dare fuck it up!”

He stands up and taps the desk. “Then quit.”

---