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He smiles. “All evidence to the contrary?”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t be a smart ass.”
“It’s my default setting. You good?”
I nod. “I will be. As soon as I find out why they’re taking Daddy away.”
Lucky steps back, and another agent appears. “You need to leave. Now.” Coco barks at the agent from his spot right beside my pink booties, and three loud finger snaps from the agent stops him mid-bark.
“I’m not leaving.”
“You don’t have a choice,” the harsh female agent says. “Leave now while we do what we need to do or wait in the back of my truck. The choice is yours.”
“Grab your shit, Aria. We can come back when they’re done. Right?” Lucky’s gaze is fixed on Agent Chubby in the FBI jacket.
“Right.” He walks away, confident we will obey.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s get you back to the house.”
Lucky’s touch is too much right now, and I shrug it off and stomp back into my office. “Some biker you are, giving in like that. I guess theoutlawpart of outlaw biker is silent, huh?”
“Funny.” He scoops Coco up in his arms and shoves him into the backpack on the chair before hoisting it up on his shoulder, an impatient expression on his face.
“Not the backpack,” I tell him and point to the pink doggie tote on the floor. “It’s Coco’s favorite carrier, and it matches my bag.” I pat my midnight fuchsia bag with a smile. Lucky rolls his eyes.
Twenty minutes later, we’re in the mansion driveway, and I jump off his bike, wobbling because my legs vibrate like crazy. “How dare you force onto that…thatdeathtrap!”
Lucky’s hands shoot out to steady me, and I smack them away. “You were perfectly safe,” he insists, his voice full of amusement.
“You don’t know that! They call them donor-cycles for a reason.”
“Yeah,” he sighs and unlatches the chinstrap before tugging the helmet off my head. “Because some idiots don’t use protective gear. Even if something had happened, you’d have a few bumps and bruises on those pretty little legs.”
I ignore how his compliment sends goosebumps shooting all over my skin and smack his hands away again. “Don’t try to compliment your way out of this!”
“It wasn’t a compliment, just a fact.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re useless, you know that? You didn’t do a damn thing to help Daddy.”
He laughs like this is all some big joke. “You think I’m going to jail for your rich prick father? Think again, honey. There was nothing I could do other than follow him to lock-up, and then where would you be? Alone and defenseless.”
“You didn’t even try,” I insist.
“There was nothing to try. Jesus fucking Christ, woman. You think the feds storm into a billion-dollar business for shits and giggles? Don’t be stupid. They have warrants and probably evidence of whatever yourdaddyis shielding you from!”
“Liar.” I shove at his chest, but the big beast of a man doesn’t budge. Worse, he grins. “Coward.”
“Clueless,” he shoots back.
I shove his chest again, and this time, he grabs my wrists, making it impossible for me to step out of the danger zone.
“Lucky.” I mean to growl the word, but it comes out sounding more like a moan.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken with—yeah, there it is—desire. The moments between us are tense and heated, and then comes the crack of electricity between us. I don’t know who moves first, but soon enough, our bodies collide, and our mouths crash together in a frenzied kiss that makes me feel crazy and out of control, like I’m lost in a sea of lust, and I don’t remember taking the plunge.
My hands slide under his t-shirt until I feel abs. Warm. Hard. Abs.
His hands slide beneath my shirt, fingers sliding back and forth against my lower back until I shiver. Just one touch of his mouth, his hands, and I’m ready to let him rip my clothes off and have his way with me.
