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I wasn’t certain what room we were in, but I suspected it was the room for church, which meant it was off-limits to women and definitely to women who weren’t part of the club. My brothers were patched members but I wasn’t part of the club in the same way.

Tundra broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. “Fuck.” He straightened. “You make me lose control, woman.”

“Losing control makes life worth living,” I whispered.

His grip on me loosened.

I pushed into him. “One more. Please, honey.”

He let out a gravelly exhale. “We get caught in here, we are so fucked.”

I shrugged. “It’s only a kiss. Hurry up.”

He let out a low growl before his lips crashed into mine.

This was even better because he knew we were playing with fire.

I dragged a hand down his chest. He grabbed my hand before it got to his belly.

I pulled his hand to me.

He stopped and stared at me.

“Touch me, Tundra. If we’re gonna get in trouble, at least make it worth while.”

“Shit,” he hissed.

Then he raked two fingers between my legs, along my center —more torture from this man—then he stepped back. “You gotta go, babe. Straight to my place.”

“Tundra.”

“Do it, Mick,” he pulled his keys from his pocket and after a moment, he handed me a key. “I want you on my bed. Naked. You’ve been a bad girl, and I’m gonna punish you.”

“Why am I being punished? This was your idea.”

His brown eyes widened as heat suffused his irises. “Won’t be much of a punishment seeing as you’re gonna sit on my face because I hated seeing you on that couch.”

I could not wait.

“Walk fast and close to the wall adjacent to the kitchen so the cameras don’t pick you up,” he added.

“There are cameras inside?” I asked.

“In the common room, yes. From what I’ve been told, they’re placed in other strategic areas, and my guess is the doorway to this room is one of them. Get moving while your brother is still upstairs.”

I was snuggled up to Tundra and running my fingers along his thick chest hair. He’d eaten me out so well, I considered how to earn this punishment every day.

“I’ll die before you,” he said out of nowhere.

I played it cool for all of two seconds before I grabbed his wrists, sat up, and with the element of surprise on my side, I pounced on him, straddling his torso and holding his arms above his head. “You’re clairvoyant now, are you? What else does your cynical, pessimistic crystal ball tell you?”

“That I’m right because I can’t breathe right now,” he said, his voice sounding strained and wheezy.

My eyes widened and I lifted up, but he grinned and pulled a reversal so I was on bottom. “I thought you couldn’t breathe!”

His grin spread into a mischievous smile. “I lied.”

“Remind me to call the Academy so I can nominate you for an Oscar.”