Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Well, my mother wasn’t happy. My father thinks Morris is the best thing to ever happen to the family. And while I’m going to school—”
“You’re in school?”
“Yep, to be a lawyer.” She beams. “Part-time. I can’t take it all on at once.” She shakes her head and places her knife and fork down. “The club has helped me heaps. You know… they pay well too.” She winks.
Dessert comes without us ordering it. I spot Milo in the corner, with a drink in hand, watching us. I flip him off, and he throws his head back and laughs before raising his glass to me. I try not to smile but fail miserably.
“You ready to head back?” Letti asks, pushing away the plate from the brownie we just ate. “I’m so full.”
“I can see why you come here. The food is great.”
She nods in agreement. “Do you mind if we stop at my parents’ house on the way home?” she asks.
“Should you be drinking?” Milo asks Letti, suddenly standing next to us.
“Should you be kissing women without their permission?” I ask in return. A few of his friends cough and laugh around us.
Letti excuses herself to chat with her brother. Even if she didn’t have anything to say to Morris, I bet she would quickly find something to make herself scarce.
“I had permission. You’re just slow to the party,” he says matter-of-factly.
I raise a brow and step closer to him. “I never gave you permission. So does that mean I have permission to do as I please to you?”
“Yes, please.” He smirks, and I have to stop the responding smile that wants to attach itself to my lips.
Stepping even closer so there is only a sliver of space between us, I lean up on my tippy-toes and get as close to his ear as possible. “You’ll keep your lips to yourself, won’t you?”
“Nope,” he replies, and I reach between us and grip his cock, hard, through his jeans.
He stands there, unmoving, and stares at me. “I like it dirty. How dirty do you want to get, Pretty Lady? Can you handle it?”
“Keep your lips to yourself.” I squeeze him briefly and then release before turning and striding straight out the door. I’m reaching for my cell when he walks out behind me.
“A kiss for a ride home,” he offers.
I roll my eyes at him as Letti pokes her head around the door. “I’ll be a bit, but if you don’t want to hang around, Milo can take you. You have a key, right?” Her eyes dart to Milo, who nods before she looks back to me. I nod, too, not wanting to burden her any further.
“Get on the bike,” he orders, putting the kickstand up and moving the bike so it’s in front of me. Looking away, I take Letti’s helmet he offers me and get on. This time, I don’t need any help as I climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. The air is cold on my hands, so I slip them into his jacket and under his shirt until I find his skin. He doesn’t pull away or tell me to move my hands at the touch of my cool palms.
Leaning against him, he takes the turns slow and steady, and if I didn’t know any better, I would say he also took the long way home. When he gets to Letti’s street, he slows down until we stop out front, where he turns off the bike and pulls his helmet off.
The first thing I smell as I take my own helmet off is his hair. I think that’s where his rich leather scent comes from. Climbing off, I go to hand him the helmet, but he looks at it and back at me.
If those eyes could tell me a story, they would tell me how much he wants to devour me right now.
“Come back to the clubhouse with me?” he asks. I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head. “Elizabeth.” He reaches for my hand, but I pull it away before he can capture it.
I shouldn’t form attachments while I’m still trying to repair myself.
That would be a stupid thing to do.
And I am far from stupid.
So why do I want to be stupid with him?
“I have to sleep. I’m tired.” I walk up the path to the apartment, and when I get to the door, I look over my shoulder to see him still watching me. “Thanks for the lift, Milo.”
I go inside before I change my mind.
Chapter 20
Milo
“Is watching someone for hours without moving considered creepy?”
She’s been working for a week now, and while I let her work for the first few days without interruption, I just can't help myself by the end of the week.
“We all know why we’re here,” Axe says with a smirk.