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I shrug. “I’m doing fine. I have skillsets that are useful to the club, so I’m an asset.” I know I have her attention from the light in her eyes as she stares at me, so I share my desire to become the MC’s Road Captain.
Willow’s blue eyes widen. “Moving up the corporate ladder? Impressive.” There’s heat in her eyes, and she takes a step closer, licking her lips.
The air between us shifts, charges so much, I can almost hear the electricity crackling between us. “Yeah?” I take a step forward to close the gap between us. “You seem to find a lot about me impressive, Willow.”
She nods. “I do, and you know what I find even more impressive?”
“What’s that?”
“Your dick. And your ability to give me orgasms. Multiple orgasms.”
“That is a particular skill that impresses even me,” I tell her and grab her hand, leading her inside to my room at the clubhouse.
Chapter Thirteen
Willow
Joaquin drags me down the dimly lit hall, and my heart races almost as hard as my pussy pulses, just thinking about what’s going to happen.
He flashes that knee-weakening smile and motions me inside the small room. It contains just a bed, a desk, and a lamp in the corner. I saunter inside with a smile of my own and a bit more swing in my hips. Giving him a show so that he knows I’m not some basic bitch who doesn’t know how to please her man in every way.
I turn to face him, doing my best to look as sexy as possible with plastic wrap on my arm, but Joaquin isn’t on board. The man has a plan of his own, and it involves slamming my back against the door until it closes and ravishing my mouth like a starving man like I’m a perfectly seared steak.
His mouth is hot, and his kiss is hard and intense, and my legs wobble under his intensity. He pulls back and smiles at me with brown eyes shot through with gold. “Willow,” he growls.
“Joaquin,” I say with a smile and pull him down so I can taste his mouth again. He tastes like whiskey and man, and I can’t get enough of him. I don’t want to. He’s mine. He just doesn’t realize it yet.
His mouth leaves mine, and I have to stop the urge to whimper at the loss, and I’m glad I do because his lips travel along my jawline and over to nip my earlobe. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers so softly it sends a shiver through me. “And I owe you one.”
I frown at his words, wondering what in the hell he’s talking about, but all coherent thoughts fly away when his lips and tongue drag across my collarbone and down to the space between my tits.
His strong hands and slightly calloused fingers shove my shirt up, and one quick move releases my bra, making my tits jiggle. In one smooth swipe, my shirt and bra are on the floor, and he manages it without touching the new tat. “Impressive,” I moan.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he says arrogantly before he attacks my tits with kisses and bites before his wet tongue curls around one nipple and then the other.
Who knew I could come so close to orgasm just by having my tits sucked?
“No shit,” I agree with him minutes later. He is an oral master, sliding his tongue across my tits, humming his pleasure the whole fucking time. “Joaquin,” I whisper.
His mouth leaves my breasts, and I whimper, feeling deserted, and what does he do? He chuckles and kisses his way down my belly, unfastening my jeans, shoving them over my hips and down my legs.
His moves are so tender, so at odds with how his mouth just sent my temperature up a thousand degrees, as he removes my heels to get rid of my jeans. “Keep these,” he says, sending a wicked smile up at me, urging me to step back into my hooker-red stilettos.
“I thought you might like them.”
“I’ll like ’em more digging into my back,” he says and dives between my legs, teasing my pussy through the lace thong he didn’t bother to remove.
The scrape of the lace against my tender clit sends shockwaves throughout my body, making my hips buck against his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out and let my head fall back against the door, one hand tangling in his hair to keep him right where my pussy wants him. “Joaquin,” I moan when he shoves my panties aside and slips his tongue between my pussy lips. “Fuck.”
His growls vibrate against my clit and up my spine, intensifying the pleasure a hundred times over. His tongue never stops moving, up and down and round and round against my pussy, not even when he grabs one side of my thong and the sound of tearing fabric rips through the air.
I gasp at the total fucking hotness of the move, not even pissed about my torn thong, more aroused than anything else. My pussy drips into his mouth and down his chin, and I can’t look away from those honey-brown eyes gleaming up at me while he eats me.
“Yes, Joaquin!” I keep my eyes on his and fling one leg over his shoulder, letting that stiletto heel dig into his flesh just a little.
He rewards my move with two fingers deep inside my already pulsing pussy, his lips and tongue sucking my clit. My whole body trembles as pleasure rises to the surface, shooting through my arms and legs and making my skull tingle. I’m breathless and out of my mind at the way he’s working my pussy. When my orgasm hits, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my whole fucking life.
