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“Yo, Prez?” A guy—or, biker appeared in the doorway. “Fuck, who’s the babe?”
Matt kicked the door closed.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and wiggled out of them. Matt didn’t move a muscle as if in a tortured trance. I couldn’t believe I was taking my clothes off in front of a scary, handsome man I didn’t know.
But I wanted to know him. I didn’t care if he was the local MC’s president. Or that my father might have a heart attack.
I wanted Matt with every fiber of my being.
Perching myself back on the desk, I crossed one leg over the other, sticking out my modest-sized chest. The flash in Matt’s eyes told me he liked what he saw.
“I’m waiting.” I brushed my blonde hair off my shoulder. Mickey would shit bricks if she saw me. Knowing her, she’d forgotten all about me as I had about her. Maybe she’d get lucky with the tatted bartender, Justin.
“Eve, this can’t happen. You’re a stunning,temptingwoman. So fucking tempting. But I can’t get mixed up with the sheriff’s daughter. I just can’t. My brothers and club come first.”
Dang, he actually sounded like a good guy. Responsible. Caring.
“Hmm… bummer.” I made a pouty face, slipped off the desk, and went toward him. “Move aside.” I pushed him out of the way to grab the doorknob.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m going to go find me someone who isn’t afraid of the sheriff. I’m hot and bothered and need a release.”
That did it.
Matt roared like the king of the jungle, sweeping me off the ground. He had me back on the desk in the blink of an eye. His mouth crushed mine in a vicious kiss. Sensations I’d never felt before exploded inside me.
We ravaged each other as if the world might end. It might if my father ever found out I had sex with an outlaw biker.
His hands were all over me while I unfastened his belt buckle and got his pants down fast as lightning, before he changed his mind. He was hard as stone. My hand couldn’t wrap around him all the way. How in the fuck would he fit inside me?
Admittedly, I didn’t have big hands or a lot of experience. I’d only had sex with two other guys. Either they were small or Matt was huge.
“Everything on you is extra large, ain’t it? King size.” I was more than a little intimidated by his giant dick. Of course, I’d never let him know. He probably already thought I was a goody two shoes for being the sheriff’s daughter.
He snorted as he sucked on my neck. “It’ll fit.” At least he was optimistic. His fingers slipped into my panties. Another growl rumbled in his throat as he probed me. “So fucking wet. All this for me, baby?” He rubbed my clit.
I launched my hips up. “Yes!” I cried. “But, easy there. I haven’t had sex in months.” Or maybe it’d been over a year. I wasn’t counting, nor did he need to know about my lackluster sex life.
“Don’t talk to me about who you’ve been with, sugar. I’m likely to hunt them down and chop off their dicks.”
I giggled as I bucked into his hand. “Noted.” I was loosening up quite nicely with his ministrations.
He lifted his head and pressed his forehead to mine. “Shit. I shouldn’t ask, but how many?”
I knew he meant how many guys I had screwed. “Will it matter?”
He growled. “No. How many?”
“You first.”
“Too many.” His thumb swirled against my clit. The sensation made me clench.
“Of course too many. Lucky me. I won the lottery with a biker who’s fucked probably more than a hundred women.” I sighed as my excitement and arousal faded.
His severe gaze pinned me in place. “Not that many. But I’m no good for you, sugar.”
“You’re probably right. But it’s my birthday. I want to be fucked, so it looks like the job is yours if you want it. Just add me to your list of conquests. You’ll be number three on my list.”
