Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
He makes a valid point. There is a locked office at the garage where Riggs is always on the phone, and the receptionist is never allowed in there. Getting the key to get in could be somewhat difficult, but I’d bet Remy has it.
“Okay, give me twenty-four hours, I’ll have something.”
He nods and walks out.
Not another word said.
“Nice chat,” I mutter, climbing out of bed.
Thank god I don’t have to work today, but I do have to figure out a way to get into that garage. Remy is opening tomorrow, which means he’d be in possession of the key, or at least, I hope he has it. I’ve seen him unlock the office. All I have to do is get to his place, get the key, and get in. Easy peasy.
Ugh.
I pull out my phone and glance down at the messages. As if the universe is already on my side, there is a text from Remy.
R – When you wake up, call me. I’m ready for round two.
Perfect.
G – I’m ready. When and where?
R – My place. Half an hour. Be naked.
He flicks me the address, and I laugh at the last sentence of his text. Be naked. Oh sure, I’ll just jump out of the car naked and roll on in. I locate the address on my phone, and then I shower and put on an oversized tee. Underneath ... nothing. I sneak out of the house before anyone can see me, get into my car, and grab myself a coffee on the way to his house.
I arrive, and I’m surprised to see he has a pretty big place. It’s a multilevel house on a beautiful street. Big yard, gorgeous gardens, it looks like a family home and not something I’d ever pick a biker living in. I get out, double check the address, and then shrug, walking up to the front door. I knock, waiting to see if I’ve got the right place. Remy opens the door, shirtless, and oh, boy, I’ve got the right place.
“You’re not naked,” he murmurs.
“I’m not certain your neighbors would appreciate my bare ass ruining their lovely street.”
He grins. “I don’t think they’d mind.”
He pushes the door open and I step inside, glancing around at the large, well-presented house.
“This is yours?” I ask, turning back to him.
“Yeah. You shocked?”
“Yep. This is a house you imagine five kids running around in—it doesn’t seem like somewhere a bachelor biker would be living.”
“Maybe I want five kids runnin’ around.”
I raise my brows. “Am I about to get bound and gagged, dragging into your basement, and made to produce five kids for you?”
He chuckles. “If that’s what turns you on.”
I scrunch up my nose. “I respect my vagina, thank you very much.”
“So do I. You’re still not naked.”
Right.
I take the hem of the massive shirt, lift it over my head, and throw it on the ground. “Happy?” I say, standing before him fully naked.
“You’re the most confident woman I’ve ever met, it’s fuckin’ sexy.”
“You know what they say, if you’ve got it, flaunt it.” I shrug. “Are you going to fuck me or are we going to talk about how sexy I am?”
He gives me the most devilish grin and steps forward, hauling me up into his arms, legs around his hips, and he walks me to the sofa where he throws me down. He doesn’t waste a second of time getting to his knees, jerking my legs apart, and burying his face between my legs. I moan the second his tongue flicks against my clit, slowly taunting me with every single lash. I cry out, squirming beneath his firm grip, but he doesn’t release me. He eats me like I’m his last meal on death row, like he’ll never taste another pussy again in his life.
And oh, I’m grateful.
I find my release with a loud scream, my body jerking with every pulse of pleasure that rips through it. Only when he’s satisfied he’s had his fill does he lift his head and look down at me. “How do you want to be fucked today?”
“I want to return the favor, first,” I murmur, staring at the bulge in his pants.
I push up and go forward until I’m on my knees, then I take the elastic of his pants and jerk them down, freeing his cock. It’s hard and red, and oh, it looks good. I lick my lips, glance up, and him and then lower my head until my mouth curls around the tip. He growls, fingers tangling in my hair as I stretch my mouth wider, taking him deeper, bobbing my head up and down until I’m nearly gagging from the length alone.
His growls spur me on, making me want more, making me want to hear his growls as he releases into my throat.
But he pushes me away with a hiss. “I won’t last you keep doin’ that.”