Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Anything I need to know?” she asked.
“The guys at table four are pretty fucked up,” I told her. “We may need to cut them off soon.”
Sara sighed, because cutting off customers was never fun.
“I’ll do it,” Bone said. “They’re part of the riding club, which means their brothers might cause trouble.”
“Thanks,” Sara said, flashing him a quick smile.
“That’s so sweet of you, Bone, stepping in like that. You know, you’re wasted as a manwhore,” I told him. “You’d make some lucky girl a wonderful boyfriend.”
Sara burst out laughing and Bone growled.
“Break. Now.”
I blew him a kiss and started toward the back of the bar, pointedly ignoring the corner full of Reapers. I might have to serve them drinks, but my break time belonged to me alone. My purse was locked up in Bone’s office and I planned to grab it so I could touch up my makeup again.
I was halfway down the hall when the back room door opened and Shade stepped out, blocking my path.
“Hey, babe,” he said, giving me a slow smile that made my ovaries combust.
“I’m not interested in talking to you,” I said firmly. He ignored the words, sliding his hand into my hair to grip me tight for a deep, hard kiss that seemed to block out all other kinds of reality. How was I in his arms again? Wonder Woman would be so disappointed. I was vaguely aware that he’d tugged me into the room, but only fully grasped the situation as he kicked the door shut behind us. Then he was lowering me down onto a table, kicking my legs apart with his and pushing forward until my core touched the hard length between his legs.
It felt amazing. Whole body tingling type stuff.
This was when I really should’ve kicked him in the crotch.
Instead, I found myself tugging his shirt free from his jeans, sliding my hands up along the hard muscles of his back. Shade’s tongue shoved deep into my mouth. Bursts of want and desire and raw need filled my body with fire, until it felt like I’d burn up entirely unless the empty ache between my legs was filled. Christ, no wonder he’d called me a cock tease. Every time he came near I melted into a puddle of hormonal glee.
Shade pulled back, panting as he stared down at me. I read all the same things I was feeling in his eyes. Whatever this was between us, it wasn’t one sided and I wasn’t the only one blown away.
“You can’t tell me this isn’t happening,” he said, the words torn harshly from his throat. I wanted to deny it but I couldn’t.
“I’ve never felt anything like it in my life,” I admitted. He growled, all savage satisfaction at my admission. Then his hand twisted hard in my hair, bringing his mouth back down over mine. But kisses—even kisses as good as these—weren’t enough anymore. My fingers dragged down his back, scoring deep as I demanded more. I wanted his mouth on my breasts, his hands between my legs…his cock deep inside. This was crazy and stupid and against everything I’d planned, but it felt so good.
So incredibly good.
Shade groaned as my nails drew blood, rearing back to slide his hands up and under my shirt. Then he cupped my breasts through my bra, fingers teasing the nipples. The intensity of feeling was almost more than I could take. My back arched and I moaned, ready to beg, when the door opened.
“Oh, shit! I had no idea. I’m so sorry!” someone said. Sara. It was Sara. She’d walked in on us, just like anyone could walk in on us because I was halfway to fucking a man I barely knew in a bar on my break.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
Reality crashed down around my ears as I pulled away, mortified. Shade growled, catching me by the waist and jerking me back into his body.
“No.”
“Yes,” he said, eyes narrowed. “You want this. I want this. There’s no fucking reason on earth we should stop.”
“No,” I said again, daring him with my eyes. “You don’t get to decide. I get to decide and I am not doing this at work where anyone can walk in on us.”
Triumph flared in his expression, throwing me off guard. Then I realized what I’d said. Crap. “I meant we aren’t doing this at all. I don’t want a man in my life.”
He shoved a hand down my pants, sliding past my panties to dip a finger into the hot crevice between my legs. I gasped as he rubbed my clit, my back arching as he slid deeper. Then his hand was out again. Holding my gaze steadily, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and slowly licked one.
“Tastes good,” he whispered. “Tastes like you want me. I think you’re lying, princess. You want it and you want it bad.”