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In response, I groaned.
“I guess that’s good because I feel the same way.”
“Goddamn,tesoro. I want to devour you right here, right now.”
Her eyes darkened, and those pink lips I adored parted. I instantly needed to thrust my cock between those pillow-soft mounds and hoped to stretch them to their limit.
Fuck.
My jeans felt too tight, and I had to adjust. Her gaze followed the movement as a sweet blush tinted her cheeks. “You fucking turn me on.”
I had been hard since I saw her in this fucking dress, and it wasn’t going away. My greedy eyes couldn’t get enough of her.
Her core brushed against my jeans, and I could tell the material of her gown had parted as my knee pushed through her thighs. The skin on the left side of my face tingled as a smile curved my lips.
“When I fuck you,” she gasped, but I went on, “I want you to spread your legs wide and play with your pussy.”
“Benny.” My name left her lips like a fucking prayer.
“With every fucking thrust,” I added.
“How about right now? On the table?”
“Fuckkkkk,” I exhaled, dropping my forehead to hers. “I want to, Binc.”
“But we don’t have time,” she sighed.
“No.” I leaned back, kissing the tip of her nose. “You need to change. I can’t keep staring at you in that dress. I’ll just end up ripping it off and shoving my cock as deep inside you as I can.”
“Oh, wow.”
A smirk twitched my lips with her response. “I’ve got your suitcases. I’ll just text Zane to bring them inside.”
“You found them in the passage?” She appeared surprised.
My hand cradled her jaw. “Yes. I’m always watching, ready to help you whenever needed.”
“I know, Benny.”
Fifteen minutes later, Bianca had dressed in jeans, knee-length black boots, and a red sweater that molded every curve on her luscious body. I stashed her bags in a truck Grim insisted I use. My bike was hidden under a tarp and strapped down in the bed. I supposed he took care of it when Patriot removed Bianca’s tracker.
I stood in the lot with my arm around my girl as Maddog fired up his Harley. Grim stood between us, gesturing to the new president of the Las Vegas Chapter of the Royal Bastards with annoyance.
“I’m sending Rael, Mammoth, and Jigsaw.”
Maddog shook his head. “Appreciate it, but we’re good.”
“It’s not a weakness to accept help from your brothers.”
Maddog flipped him off. “That’s not why I’m declining help. Got some shit to do, and my ol’ lady is waiting. I’ll get Manic and Bianca sorted easier without drawing attention.”
Grim dipped his chin in agreement. “Tell Lark I said hey and to keep your ass in line, you cranky fucker.”
Maddog snorted. “You know she will, and I’m not afraid to say it.” His gaze slid to me. “Ready, SAA?”
“Yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Grim gripped my shoulder after I held the door open for Bianca, and she sat down, pulling on her seatbelt. “Stay sharp. Don’t worry about The Crossroads. Any motherfucker stupid enough to force their way in here will meet the Reaper.”
