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“You don’t know me,” I hissed through clenched teeth. A woman who judged upon first sight? This was why I avoided women outside my MC world.
Except this woman was different. There was an energy about her I’d never felt before. It reached all the way into the marrow of my bones. I hoped she wasn’t some kind of witch who’d cast a spell on me just by breathing the same air.
“Exactly the point. I don’t plan to know you, Mr. Biker President.” She rolled her eyes again. Saucy little shit. “Now, let me pass.”
“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest, spreading my legs apart to block her way out of the hallway.
What the hell was I doing? I should let her leave. Be done with Miss High and Mighty. But I couldn’t. Some voodoo shit had to be the reason for my reaction to her.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She snorted, shaking her head. “You don’t intimidate me. What’re you gonna do? Kidnap me? With all these people around?” She tossed her head back, laughing as if finding me humorous. “Good luck.”
Damn, I wanted to kiss her neck. I glanced behind her, dramatically turning my head behind me. “Don’t see anyone around.”
Her face fell slack, a flicker of fear skirted across her face. Not exactly the reaction I wanted, but she should fear me. Everyone did.
“Madeline? Everything okay?” One of her friends approached, giving me the evil eye. “Come on, honey.” She reached her hand out.
Madeline hesitated and cut her baby blues to me as if seeking my approval.
Good girl.
“Go on. I’ll catch you later, Angel.” I winked, stepping out of her way.
As she took her first step, I couldn’t help myself, needing to touch her again.
“Madeline…” I grabbed her hand, reeling her into me. Our bodies molded together perfectly.
Fuck yeah.
The surprise on her face was adorable as I whispered at the shell of her ear, “I can smell you. You’re soaking wet for me. Don’t leave without giving me your number.” I ghosted my lips over her lobe, inhaling the heavenly scent of her hair. “Okay?”
She shuddered on a gasp and didn’t say anything. Her body stayed close to mine.
Our heat mingled as she stared into my eyes. The pull to her was intense. Maybe I was playing with fire, but right here, right now, I didn’t give a fuck. The sweet scent of her, all of her, drove me forward.
“You hear me?”
She nodded.
“You gonna follow my orders?”
Something flashed in her eyes, and she bit her lip, considering me. I ran my hand over the curve of her hips as I waited for her reply. Finally, she bobbed her head.
“Mhmm.”
“Good girl. I’ll be waiting in the corner.” I let her friend drag her away.
What the hell was I doing? No matter. This woman was fresh pussy. Nothing more. Hell, she could sing while I fucked her eight ways to Sunday, then I could go a few months again, just my hand and me.
Yeah, I only needed a taste of something different.
Scratch an itch, then I’d be golden.
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Madeline
Biker dude wants my number? Why?
