Page 66 of Panther's Magpie
Her hand moves from my back to my chest. She blinks a few times.
“You need to answer that. It could be important.”
Damn her for being the logical one.
“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to stop this.
“Yes. It could be Aspen.”
Her bringing up my sister should be like jumping into ice water, but it does nothing to cool me down.
“Don’t move.”
As I partially roll over, my cock rubs against her pussy.
“Jesus, I can feel how hot you are,” I murmur as I grab my phone.
Eagle’s name flashes across the screen.
“Yeah?”
“Hey, sorry to bother you, but we need to talk,” he says.
“So talk.”
“In private. Can you meet me at the bar?”
Sighing, I run my hand over my face. “Yeah, I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Make it thirty,” he says before hanging up.
“Fucking cockblock,” I mutter, making Maggie giggle.
“You have to go?” she teases, her hand tracing the skin on my chest.
“Yeah, I don’t want to, but Eagle needs me.”
She moves her leg from over my hip, and I instantly miss it. The woman has me tied around her finger, and she doesn’t even know it.
“I’ll head back to the clubhouse.”
The thought of her hanging out at the clubhouse doesn’t feel right.
“Actually, how would you feel about staying here?”
She looks up at me, eyes wide with surprise. “You want me to wait for you?”
“I do, but only if you want to.”
She bites her lower lip.
I want to be the one to do that.
Fuck it.
I lean in and kiss her until we’re both breathless. When I pull away, I nip her bottom lip.
“Tease,” she gasps.
