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Chapter One

Quinn

A lady in the streets and a freak in the bed...

“COME WITH ME, BABY.”

Kimber rolled into my side. “I’ll pass.”

I looked down at her naked body and ran my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. “You’re gonna have to come there one day.”

“But today is not that day, Quinn.”

“It’s Gear, baby.”

She snorted and tipped her head back to look at me. “Okay, Quinn.”

I fucking hated my name, yet Kimber insisted on calling me it even though I finally got my road name from the Rolling Devils. “You gotta learn to tolerate the club, baby. I know you don’t like it, but you gotta not hate it.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed under her breath and laid her head back on my shoulder. Her hand slid across the expanse of my chest, and her fingers trailed over the tattoo of an eagle holding a skull. “But you don’t need to leave just yet,” she whispered.

“Soon.”

“Maybe I need to remind you what will be waiting for you while you’re fetching beers for all of your club buddies.”

“I do more than that.”

“Right,” she drawled.

At least on normal days, I did more than that. On nights like tonight, I did basically just fetch beer and booze the whole time. “So what exactly are you going to do to make me not forget about you?”

She rolled onto her back and slowly raised her hands over her head. “It’s more like, what are you going to do.”

I turned onto my side and slid my hand down between her tits. “Daddy’s choice?” I whispered.

Her eyes flared with desire.

I was a lucky fucker to have Kimber in my bed.

The saying “a lady in the streets and a freak in the bed” was Kimber to a T.

During the day, she worked at a doctor’s office where she answered phones and dealt with bitchy ass people with a smile on her lips, and at night, she was my naughty little minx who couldn’t get enough of me.

I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, ass in the air.”

She scampered up to her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I moved behind her, my knees between her legs, and slapped her ass. “Always hungry for my cock,” I growled.

She looked over her shoulder at me with her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head. “Always,” she whispered.

My hand wrapped around my cock, and I stroked up and down with my eyes never leaving hers. “Greedy pussy.”

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