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He glares at me. “Your hands would never come near my body without permission, so I stand by it. You wouldn’t find them.”

I bare my teeth at him sarcastically, the phone still ringing in the background.

“I’m answerin’ that. Get on the bed. Take your clothes off.”

Oh.

Well. Okay then.

He turns and I reach down, shuffling out of my jeans, making sure the phone falls down with them. I cover it up using my foot, and then I toss my shirt on top for good measure. Mex moves to his bag, digging around to pull out the phone. He speaks in a gruff tone, and by the time he turns back to me, I’m naked on the bed, sitting with my legs crossed. His eyes fall to me, and he murmurs, “Got to go.”

He hangs up.

Reaching for his jacket, he slowly shrugs it off, letting it fall to the ground. Through the black tee he’s wearing, I can see the outline of his muscles. They’re good muscles, the kind that are tight and sculpted. He’s got a good body, I know it even before he lifts his shirt over his head, revealing that perfectly bronzed skin covered in ink. My pussy clenches as I take him in.

Fuck.

He's hot.

His jeans sit low on his hips as he steps toward the bed. “Lay down,” he orders.

“One thing, before we start,” I say, a smile stretching across my face. “I’ve never orgasmed during sex. Best of luck.”

His eyes flash, and a slow grin spreads across his face. “There’s a first time for everything.”

We’ll see, biker.

We’ll see.

7

Reaching for my legs, Mex jerks me toward him, sending my back flying down onto the mattress. Gasping, I relish in the power he’s using, and I hope he continues on this path. I love nothing more than a man treating me like a toy. Twisted? Perhaps, but it turns me on like nothing else. Spreading my legs with his hands, he stares down at my exposed pussy. Luckily, for me, I shaved before this adventure.

I was hoping to end up right here, after all.

“Never seen a body so riddled with scars, and I’ve been around a lot of bad people.”

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