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My back bowed as I squeezed his biceps with all my might, digging my nails into his T-shirt. “Yes! Oh, yes… Matt!” I shattered beneath him, clamping around his dick, and bathed him in my release.

Matt hammered into me faster, pressing my ass into the desk. I wouldn’t be surprised if we broke it into a million pieces.

“Fucking hell, sugar. Fucking hell!” He stilled and screwed up his face.

Watching Matt come was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I only wished I could feel his cum spurt inside me.

Our labored breaths mingled as we stared into each other’s eyes, our chests rising and falling with a thud. If this man truly wanted me beyond a one-night stand, he could have me. I sure as hell wanted more of him. So much more.

A moment later, Matt collapsed on me. His lips grazed the curve of my neck in an adoring way. “Baby, you’re going home with me as soon as we get ourselves put back together.” He lifted his head and touched his nose to mine.

It was sweet, but…

“I don’t know about that, Matt.”

“You’re mine, sugar. And what is mine goes home with me.”

“Wow, how many women have you said that line to?” Because seriously, nobody tells another person “you’re mine” after a lightning-fast encounter like ours.

Did they?

“Only you.” He rubbed his nose to mine. Strangely, I believed him. “I won’t take no for an answer. I feel a cosmic connection to you. My cock belongs buried in your tight little pussy all fucking day and night. It’s just how it is. You get me, sugar?” He pinched my chin between his thumb and index finger, and his stormy-gray eyes drilled straight into my soul.

Oh, I got him all right. I felt what he felt. I didn’t want to be anywhere else, only with him.

I cradled one side of his face in my hand. “Yeah, I get you. Take me home, Matt… and never let me go.”

“Never, sugar.” He kissed me for a long spell. “So damn sweet.”

I never believed in love at first sight. Or insta-love. Or soul mates.

But I was a believer now.

I belonged to Matt Knight, the same way he belonged to me.

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Matt

Eve’s hold around my waist was everything. Feeling her breasts press against my back stirred me up all over again. I wanted her so fucking much, but I couldn’t go any faster. Deer were out at this time of night, so I needed to be careful on the country roads.

Raul had shot me a shit-eating grin when I told him I was taking her to the club on my hog, because no other woman had been on my bike.

It was too personal.

My Harley was my first love. I thought she’d be my only.

Eve arrived on the scene shortly after I had declared I didn’t need a wife or kid. This blonde bombshell made me feel shit before I’d even spoken to her. When she’d entered The Bullet, it was like a spotlight had shined on her. Everything around me had gone dark. Eve was like the brightest star in the inky sky, leading me home.

When I had been buried deep inside her, I felt peace, along with an obnoxious amount of lust and fierce protectiveness.

Everything about Eve was perfect: flawless porcelain skin, bright hazel-green eyes, the sweetest pink lips… Her sass set me on fire.

I sensed darkness and defiance in her blood, like she could handle my MC life and be my queen. Despite being the sheriff’s daughter, Eve was meant to be mine.

I slowed my bike to a stop in front of the clubhouse and turned it off.

“You okay back there?” I peered over my shoulder at her.

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