Page 71 of Diary of a Biker Queen

I grinned at him. I didn’t turn away.

He shook his head, his smile lifting the corner of his mouth. “You’re a cocktease.”

“You like it.”

“Never said I didn’t. But two can play at that game, princess.”

I smiled to myself. “Game on then.”

He grinned and flicked his blinker on, steering the car over on the main strip of Saint View. I peered out the window at the grimy main street. We were right outside the strip club, but the buzzing neon sign that cast a pink glow across the street at night was off, the place closed until a more debaucherous hour, I assumed. The Greasy Spoon Diner was just down the road, but it was pretty quiet too, since we’d missed the breakfast rush but hadn’t quite gotten to the lunchtime crowd yet.

Dax’s tattoo shop sat across the road, and I grinned over at his artwork in the window. I couldn’t see him through it, but I liked knowing he was just over there anyway. “We’re visiting Dax at work? You getting a tattoo? Or a piercing?”

He sat back in his seat. “Why did your face just light up like that was the best idea you’ve ever had? Is it the seeing Dax bit?”

“No. It was the thought of seeing you in pain.”

He made a face at me. “Cute. I have a high pain threshold, so that wouldn’t have been as entertaining as you might have hoped.”

“Oh, really? Get your cock pierced then. Let’s see how brave you really are,” I dared.

He considered that for a moment and then shrugged. “Maybe.” He opened the car door and nodded toward the street. “Somewhere else we need to go first though.”

I followed his lead and got out. He walked around the car so we were both standing on the sidewalk, then hooked his arm around my neck, drawing me closer so he could cover my eyes with his palm.

“What are you doing?” I gripped his fingers, trying to drag them down so I could see again.

He wouldn’t let me. “Blindfolding you. So you don’t chicken out of where I’m taking you.”

I frowned, but he was already walking me down the street, and I mentally tried to remember all the shops on it.

But it was a long street, and the farther we got, the more I realized I had absolutely no hope of guessing. So I just went with it, inhaling his scent and enjoying having him this close to me.

Why did the man always smell like he’d just walked off a cologne photoshoot? It had to be part of his whole Mafia prince brand, that along with the suits and expensive shoes, had been drummed into him as part of his grooming.

But it did things to me. It was impossible to be this close to him and not have the smell of him making me giddy.

By the time we reached our destination, I’d basically completely forgotten the point of the whole thing. I was too busy trying to control my hormones.

So when Luca released the hold over my eyes, it took me a good few seconds of blinking to make any sense of what I was seeing. But when I worked it out, I glanced over at him with a raised eyebrow. “A sex shop? Before lunch? Seriously?”

He laughed and prodded me through the aisles of dildos and lube and floggers. “There’s never a bad time to go to a sex shop.”

“You a frequent flier here? Does the clerk know you by name?”

Luca rolled his eyes at me. “Yeah, that’s Bob. We’re besties.”

We both glanced over at the desk where a man in his sixties sat behind the register, reading a copy of Pride and Prejudice…which was possibly the most out-of-place thing in the store.

And that was saying something because there was quite an array of weird things on the shelves here. I picked up a two-dick monster dildo that was bright blue and had the impression of scales. “Do people really use these?”

Luca took it from me and studied it, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. “Should I buy it for you so we can find out?”

I shot him a look and smiled so sweetly it should have given me a cavity. “Why bother when I can just use yours or Lynx’s or Dax’s?”

He sniggered, putting the monster dick back on the shelf. “Look at you, all cocky now she got laid last night. I feel objectified.”

“Yeah, sure you do. What are we doing here anyway?” I wandered along, with him sticking close behind me. I liked having him there. If it had been Lynx or Dax, they would have put their arms around me and snuggled in from behind. Luca wasn’t like that. He kept just enough distance between us that it drove me crazy, and I kept anticipating him getting just a little closer, so I could feel him against me.