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My heart rate goes up about a thousand notches as she massages my cock through my jeans. Holy fuck.

“You’re big,” she whispers. “I knew you would be.”

I swallow hard. “You done?”

There’s that little smirk again. “I bet you’d like me to drop to my knees right now, wouldn’t you? Is that what your little minions do at the clubhouse for you?”

“Minions?” With her hand on me like this, I’m so close to losing it, it’s embarrassing.

“Those club sluts the girls talk about.”

“Hey, they have feelin’s too, you know.”

She bites down on her lip again, and I reach out and tug it free. “Don’t do that,” I warn.

As she looks up at me, her chest heaves. “Why not?”

“Because it makes me wanna pull your jeans down and fuck you up against the wall of this elevator every time you do it.”

Her breath hitches again. It seems I shock her easily.

I grab her wrist and pull it away. Anymore and I will do exactly that.

“Your turn.” I smile.

Before I can do anything, she leans past me and taps the stop button again, the elevator swings back into motion, and in two seconds flat, the doors are opening on ground level.

She grins at me. “Better luck next time, Rock.”

When she sashays out of the elevator, I adjust my cock, just as two old people waiting to get in witness the display.

Great. Now I’m a fuckin’ pervert.

I should haul her ass back upstairs and finish what we started. My dick is so painfully hard, there is no way I’m gonna get through this dinner.

My eyes are on her ass all the way to the parking lot. But I have a surprise for her.

One that might even give her what she needs because I’ve been told that the rumble of my bike’s engine can cause a woman to climax. I like the idea of Aspyn coming on the back of my sled.

She stops, eyeing the bike parked next to my truck. One of the prospects dropped it off earlier today.

She turns. “Are we going on your motorcycle?”

My dark eyes find hers, and she backs up a step.

I can’t fuck her here, but she’s not gonna get away with what she just did to me, whether I wanted it or not.

Now I have to walk around with a giant wood in my jeans for the rest of the night and there ain’t nothing I can do about it.

“Yep.”

I reach for the saddle bag and pull out her helmet.

“Is it safe?”

“Only if you ride with me.”

Her cheeks are flushed, and it’d be so easy to sit her on my bike and finger the fuck out of her pussy right now. I bet she’s wet as fuck. But I’m not gonna give her the relief she so desperately wants. Not till she’s begging for it.

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