𝗦𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲.Lila is all about looks and money.I only care about my bike and my brothers.But after a fire breaks out and she plays hero,I wonder if there’s more than meets the eye.She thinks I’m just some muscle.I think she’s hot AF.A little tryst between coworkers never hurt.Right?Wrong.
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“Thanks for bringing me home,” she said as she gripped her dressing room bag.I slid my hands into my jean pockets to keep from reaching out for her. “Like I said, it’s my job.”Her gaze raked down my body as she opened the door. “Uh huh.”Jesus Christ, how I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to blanket her mouth with mine and back her into that apartment before I closed the door with her back. But I forced myself to stay put. She had almost been abducted by some crazy-ass drunk back at the bar. The last thing she needed was yet another man groping her body as if he felt entitled to it.Besides, she worked for the club.And Fangs would kill me if I became involved with any woman that worked for us.“Well, you have a good night,” I said as I took a step backward.She tilted her head. “Goodnight, Viper.”I nodded. “Yeah, good night.”“Night.”I waved at her as I backtracked toward the stairs. “Night.”She giggled. “You already said that.”I winked. “So did you.”Then, as she closed the door, I heard her flip the lock behind it, which made me feel comfortable about going down to my bike and leaving her for the night.Even though I had to stuff my hand down my pants and rearrange my cock just so I could get on my bike and head home myself.
Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.