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I tugged playfully at his arm. “I’m not sleeping anymore. Why don’t you come back to bed?”
“Mm.” He kissed me again, reached under the sheets, cupped my breast in his hand. I felt myself getting wet again.
And then he pulled away. “Can’t. Gotta get into the shop.”
I grabbed his hand, put it to my breast again, pressed it hard against my flesh. “What’s the good of being boss if you can’t play hooky?”
He laughed. “Normally I would agree with you, but I’m already two hours late, and I’ve got a meeting in an hour.”
My eyes widened. “What time is it?”
“10 AM.”
“Oh my God… I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be,” he said, and kissed me again as he caressed my hardening nipple with his thumb. “You might just persuade me if you keep going like this. BUT… there’s some food in the kitchen, ready to go. You want to eat something first?”
As if on cue, my stomach growled. We both laughed, and I nodded. “I guess that’s a ‘yes.’”
“Alright. I’ll go get it ready while you get dressed.”
He kissed me again, smiled, and walked out of the bedroom.
Fantastic sex, incredible kisses, and he cooked me breakfast?
This deal was getting better all the time.
Not that I was going to tell him that. I knew it would go to his head.
I got out of bed and looked around. I had to run through the progression of exactly what had happened last night, and where. “Uh, Jack?”
“Yeah?”
“I think my clothes are out there.”
He laughed from the kitchen. “I forgot about that. Why don’t you come out here and get ‘em? I’d like a show.”
I look pretty good naked, but I wasn’t entirely comfortable walking out on full display in the cold morning light. Not yet.
“You can have one later. Can I wear one of your shirts?”
“Sure – check in the closet if you want something long enough to cover everything. Although I’d appreciate it if you didn’t. Cover everything, that is.”
“You can take it off me after breakfast,” I called out as I went in his closet.
There was an assortment of biker gear – leather jackets, kuttes, worn denim – as well as work clothes. There were also some really nice dress shirts, soft to the touch. I got a white stripped one down, bunched it under my nose, and inhaled. His scent lingered on it, masculine and clean.
Yum.
I pulled it on and walked out into the bedroom as I buttoned it up, making sure to leave the top three or four open. As an enticement in case he could cancel that meeting.
“You okay with scrambled?” he called out.
“Sure,” I answered, and walked over to his wall of photographs.
There were dozens of pictures. Almost all were of him and other Midnight Riders throughout the years. Some of them were from years ago; in a couple he looked like a kid (albeit a totally buff, well-muscled kid) with clean-shaven good looks. Others were more recent. Lots of shots on bikes or at parties. I recognized some of the older guys I’d seen in the Seven Veils over the last two nights, but most of the rest were unfamiliar. Kade the blond mechanic was the exception. He was in at least half a dozen – though he never smiled in any of them.
I noticed that Lou was only in one photograph: a group shot of a number of members. That was the only photo where Jack looked serious instead of happy and fun-loving.
