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She cuddled closer into his body and when she felt his erection against her thigh, she almost gasped. “You’re um, you’re,” she stumbled over her words not sure how to tell him that she could feel his erection through his gym shorts.

“Yeah, sorry about that, honey,” he said, “but I can’t help it. When I’m around you, this is what happens. If you want me to leave, I will.”

“No,” she almost shouted, “I don’t want you to leave.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head again. “Then, I won’t leave,” he promised. “But we need to talk about—us,” he said. She could tell that he was a bit shy even bringing up the subject and she wrapped her arms around his body to let him know that he had nothing to fear with her.

“Do I still make you nervous, Spade?” she asked.

“You don’t make me nervous. I think I’m worried that you’ll change your mind about being here—with me,” he admitted.

“I won’t,” she promised. “I’m not just here because I feel safe with you, or that I’m afraid to be at my apartment alone. Those things are both true, but I’m here because I want to be with you, Spade. I’m done fighting how I feel about you.”

“So, no more making up fake boyfriends to get rid of me?” he teased.

“No, but I need a promise from you too, Spade,” she insisted.

“Anything,” he said.

“I need to know that when this all ends, you won’t break my heart. I gave up dating after Eric broke things off with me. I promised myself that I wouldn’t be with a man for a year, and it’s only been six months.”

“I’d wait six more months for you, honey,” he admitted. She believed him too. But for some reason, she didn’t need that time to heal anymore.

“I don’t need six months,” she admitted. “I’m ready now, Spade. I want you, and I’m done pretending that I don’t. I guess the question is, do you still want me?” He grabbed her hand and led it down to his massive erection.

“What do you think?” he asked. Cynthia let her fingers run over his shaft and when he moaned his approval, she knew that she didn’t want to stop. She dipped her hand into his shorts and wrapped it around his cock, allowing him to pump in and out of her hand.

“That feels so fucking good, honey,” he growled. “But if you don’t stop, I’m not going to be able to do any of the things that I’ve been dreaming about doing with you.”

“What do you want to do with me?” she whispered. God, she hoped that he wanted to do everything with her, but she’d let him take the lead if that was what he wanted from her.

“I want you naked,” he breathed. She sat up, removing her hand from his cock, and started to strip out of her shirt and panties. She noticed that Spade was only wearing a pair of gym shorts, and the sight of his bare, tattooed chest nearly had her swallowing her tongue.

“Your turn,” she insisted, looking his big body over. She could already tell that he was big, just from touching him, but she couldn’t wait to see him—all of him.

“Not yet,” he said. “First, I want to taste you, honey. On your back.” She thought about protesting but knew better. Spade looked so serious that she quickly laid back and let him spread her legs open as he settled between them.

“Watch me, honey,” he ordered. She pulled a pillow down the bed and propped it under her head. “You’re so beautiful.” She felt beautiful when he looked at her the way that he was.

“You make me feel that way,” she whispered.

“Tell me that you’ll stay with me, honey,” he begged. “Stay in my bed with me. I don’t want to give you up after this.” She wasn’t sure if that was a good idea or not. If she agreed, would he get tired of her and tell her to get out? Would he find another woman and move on from her as Eric had?

“Stop overthinking this, Cynthia, and just tell me yes,” he ordered. Gone was the shy man that sat in her chair at Inks and in his place was a big, bad biker who liked the control that she was willing to give to him.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I’ll stay with you, Spade.” He smiled up at her—a wolfish grin, and dipped his head to lick through her wet folds. It had been so long since any man did that to her, she nearly bucked off the bed.

“You need to hold still, honey, or I’ll tie you to my bed,” he said. The thought of being bound to his bed, unable to move as he gave her pleasure, made her half crazy with lust. “Oh, I think that you’d like that,” he said. “We’ll do that later. For now, I justwant to hear you call out my name while I eat your sweet pussy.” God, the way that he talked to her that way had her already wanting to come.

“Please,” she whimpered, closing her eyes.

“Open your eyes and watch me, honey,” he ordered again. She did as he asked and was rewarded with the best orgasm that she had in a very long time. She rode his mouth until she felt her release, shamelessly screaming out his name.

Spade seemed pleased with himself as he stood to strip out of his shorts. She was right—he was big and she suddenly worried that they wouldn’t fit. He crawled up her body, kissing every inch of her body as he did.

“You look worried, honey,” he said. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“I’m worried that we won’t fit,” she admitted. “You’re big.”


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