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I smirked. Even though she had her eyes closed, the pleasure blanketing her face almost had me coming inside my blue jeans.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked, feverishly moving my fingers in and out of her. Her legs started to shake, her breathing picked up, and I knew she was close to shattering on the back of my Harley. I would never admit how much I wanted to see her break.
“I’m so close, Tav,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop, baby.”
She didn’t have to worry about me ever stopping. I would do this shit for as long as she wanted me to. I wished I could put my face between her thighs, taste those luscious juices covering my fingers.
“Tavish,” she called out.
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” I put a little more pressure on her clit with my thumb, causing her hips to rise. “If you want to come, doll, you’re gonna have to beg me for it.”
“Pl… please, Tav,” she pleaded. “I need to come.”
“Louder,” I ordered and continued to put more pressure on her clit.
“Please, Tavish!” she yelled into the night. “Let me come!”
Damn, she was so sexy. “Come, baby.” I crooked my fingers, grazing her spot. “Come all over my fingers.”
Her pussy clenched at my command, and she screamed her release into the darkness.
When she came down from her high, I pulled my fingers from her pussy, placed them on her lips, and watched her lick her arousal from each one.
“Fuck!”
I yanked my fingers away, stood, straddling my bike, and crashed my mouth into hers, enjoying her nectar on my tongue.
I pulled away and placed my forehead against hers. “Jesus, you’re fucking killing me.”
“You don’t think you’re doing the same to me?” she asked, sighing. “Whatever this is between us is going to be a clusterfuck, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I replied, pecked her lips, and then sat. I swiped her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “But I want to see where it goes. I want to have more of these moments with you. Just Gina and Tav, not Assistant U.S. Attorney, Regina Coleman. And not Grimm, President of Sin City.”
“Me too, but what about my job? Your family? No matter what we want, I’m still Assistant U.S. Attorney Regina Coleman.”
“And I’m still Grimm, President of Sin City,” I said, shrugging. “It’s going to cause a shitstorm.”
There was no point in lying. What we were walking into together wasn’t some fucking fairytale with a happy ending. We were getting ready to stir shit up, which might have very real-world consequences for us both. Her bosses were going to question every decision she made from here on out. As for the club, I wasn’t sure how the brothers would react, and I couldn’t say I gave a fuck, either. I couldn’t see my parents or Amelia Grace thinking any differently than Colin.
“Are you ready for it?” I asked.
“Are you?” she asked, not answering my question although I didn’t have any doubt about the decision we’d made.
“Strangely, yes.”
She laughed. “Me too. I take it you never saw our meeting turning out this way, did you?”
“Hell no. But I can’t think of any other way I would have wanted it to turn out.”
“Me either.” She smiled. “I guess we’ll figure it out as we go.”
“Together,” I said, matching her smile.
“Together.”
CHAPTER TEN
