Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He makes me feel like I’m someone else. Like a different, better version of myself. A sexier version of myself, one that could snag a hot young man like Wilder.
That thought brings me up short, and I pull back just enough that our breaths swirl together like we’re lovers instead of strangers. “Wilder.” I don’t know what else to say, but his name is where I stop.
His smile is wide and bright, his white teeth making his smooth, honeyed skin darker and sharper in the harsh overhead lighting.
“Yes, Maven?”
I smile at his playful words.
He smiles back.
Gia clears her throat, and I feel my face flame with heat and risk a glance in her direction to find her grinning from ear to ear.
Shit. I just let Wilder kiss me in front of Gia. Not just let him kiss me, I was just as into it as he was, and she’d seen it all. What will she think of me now? That I’m just another biker groupie panting after Wilder? That I’m a pathetic old woman chasing after a man far too young for me?
“It’s okay,” he whispers in my ear. “I caught her taking it doggy style across her desk last week.” He smiles and wraps a finger around my hair with a short, playful tug.
“That’s her man,” I insist.
“You want me to be your man, Maven?”
Oh my God, my insides just melted.
I stand and take a step back. “I…uhm…I think I should get going.”
The fact that I’m going back to my informal cell is exactly why I refuse to answer that question.
Chapter Sixteen
Wilder
Damn. When that kiss is over, my heart is racing, my cock is hard, and my world feels a little fucking rocked. And now I’m standing here in front of Gia with a throbbing and twitching cock while she’s wearing a big ol’ shit-eating grin. “See you later, Gia,” I say pointedly.
Her smile grows even bigger as she stands and closes her laptop. “Happily. I got a big hot man waiting for me for dinner. Later, dude.” She can barely contain her laughter at witnessing me act like a fool over Maven. “Later, Maven,” she adds with a knowing grin.
Maven gives an embarrassed wave and looks away, which finally draws a laugh from Gia.
“Thanks for your help today, Gia. With everything.”
Finding those photos of Maven and scrubbing them from the net was a solid act, even if it has nothing to do with finding who’s trying to frame us for trafficking people.
“My pleasure. You kids have a…good night.” She snickers, waves one last time and rushes out of the office to meet up with Preacher.
Silence settles inside the office without Gia as our barrier. Maven and I stare at each other wide-eyed as if neither of us could believe that kiss had happened.
Her tongue slips out and slicks across her lips, and I bite back a groan even as my cock grows and hardens. “Maven.”
The corners of her lips pull up into a smile. “Wilder.”
“Come on.” I nod toward the door and indicate for her to follow me.
She does, running to catch up to me. “Come on, where?”
I stop in the middle of the hall, and her lush curves smash against my back, especially those luscious tits. I groan and turn to face her. I know I shouldn’t have. She’s too close, and she smells like sugar and vanilla.
“You said you need clothes and other things, so we’re going to get them.”
Her brows dip in confusion. “We’re going shopping?”
“No, we’re going to your house to gather a few things. Does that work for you?”
Her expression brightens, and another of those sexy, slow smiles spreads across her face. “We are? I mean, yes, that works. That’s great, in fact. Let’s go!”
She darts around me down the hall and toward the front door of the clubhouse where I parked my bike.
I smile at the sight of her hips swinging as she walks away. But I take a moment to adjust the hard-on, making it impossible to walk before I can join her outside. Maybe if I play my cards right, I’ll find out if she tastes like vanilla and sugar everywhere.
That thought bolsters me, and I move a little quicker.
“This way.” I nod toward Ace’s truck. “Easier to carry stuff in this thing than on my bike.”
“Right.” She rolls her eyes and makes her way to the truck with a small smile. “Don’t some bikes come with those saddlebag thingies on the sides?”
I frown as she jumps in the car and reaches for the door I’m holding for her. “Yeah, but those fuckers weigh you down. The whole point of the bike is speed.”
“Speed?”
I nod. “Yeah, going fast. Vroom, vroom? Ringing any bells, babe?”
“Nope.” She gives the handle a yank, and I release it to jog around to the driver’s side. “I prefer life in the middle lane. It’s fast enough to get you where you’re going but not so fast that you miss the details.”