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I squeeze his knee gently, spread his legs open wider, then lean forward again. The effect is different with a hoodie and a jacket on, but based on how he shifts restlessly in the chair, the impact seems all the same. Plus, the daze in his focus tells me he has no trouble imagining my breasts under all the material. The added layers help give him time to adjust. “I think you’re the strongest member Hell for Leather has.”
His eyes flutter up to mine, our noses nearly touching. I don’t stay there long, though. Turning around, I slowly sway and twist into a squat, making sure my body touches as much of his on the way down. Then I start moving up again until my legs are locked straight, and my ass is out for display near his face.
Like the proper gentleman he is, Zane keeps his hands to himself. Unfortunately. I turn back around and start the same combo again, placing my palms on his thighs for leverage, eyes locking on his.
“Why?” he asks, hands sliding further away from mine.
“Because most of the time, they let their thoughts control their actions. You, on the other hand, outsource those thoughts.”
I point a finger up toward the ceiling, but his gaze stays locked on mine, as though my eyes offer some sort of security.
Again, I run my hands up his thighs and to his torso, but this time I slip my fingers beneath his shirt. His stomach flutters and tenses under my touch and pecs pump like the pistons in their bikes.
Freeing my hand and curling my arm around his neck, I plop onto his lap and continue to keep the conversation as neutral as possible — on a topic he can handle so that he is at least comfortable with one element. “Except for Kio, of course.” A wildness flicks in his gaze at my mention of the club Enforcer’s name.
Kio must’ve been his partner today — they always disappear in pairs. That helps to explain why Kio has been keyed up. Well, as keyed up as the calmest crew member can possibly get. Slipping with that knife. Kissing Jess. His comedown just translates differently than the rest.
“Kio outsources, too,” I elaborate. “Passes it all to the more omnipotent, you know? Doing so gives him an edge. Your faith, whatever it is, will give you one, too.”
Zane’s expression loosens. “Thanks.” He exhales, gaze dropping. “I… um… Coty is always griping about your ‘Universe’ and how he thinks you like it better than you like him.”
A real, genuine bubble of laughter bursts out of me.
Zane’s lips tick to the side, and his teeth snag on the inside of his cheek, eyes sparkling with amusement.
I lower my voice conspiratorially. “Shh, don’t tell them I said this, but the guys all need a little guidance. This is a hard life. You will round out their club nicely.”
“Our club,” he corrects. That tick of a smile twitches.
“Right. Our club. Guess you kinda own me now, hm?” Oh the irony of those words when earlier I was insisting the very opposite to Coty.
“Yeah,” Zane breathes out. I’m not remiss to notice the faint jump of his cock under my thigh. “Are you okay with that?” he asks. Those blond curls fall over his tawny eyes as his gaze lifts to meet mine again.
“It’s… complicated… but mostly yes. Just not with the execution. I would have given myself to Hell for Leather without the fine print or them waving bills in my face. All they had to do was ask.”
