“Shut up,” I said, gazing down at Brielle.
She peeked up me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were talking to me with all that staring you enjoy doing so much.”
A grin ticked the edge of my lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
All she did was toss me a wink and I damn near caved. I understood why Mav had caved so early and so quickly to her. She was delectable. A sarcastic delight to have around. Plus, she was very easy on the eyes.
So easy that I had to draw in another deep breath to keep my cock from giving me away.
Focus. There’s a job to do.
As we descended down the stairs, I let out a piercing whistle through my lips. The bodyguards for the night gathered at the front door, dressed to the nines in their all-black suits fit for a job like the one we were about to tackle. We needed to blend in while still announcing our presence. No leather cuts and spiked bats for us that evening. With our guns on our hips and our personal weapon stashes hidden on our bodies, we all took to the parking lot. Most of my men climbed onto their bikes and sped off into the distance, carving out a path for us to drive.
And as I led Brielle toward my bike, Black Beauty, her jaw dropped.
“Wow,” she said breathlessly as her fingertips danced along the shining black paint, “I’ve never been in one of these before.”
I took her hand and helped her onto the back of my bike. “Always a first for everything.”
She giggled and hiked up her dress to get comfortable on the leather seat. “Dante?”
“Yes?”
“What if something happens to me tonight?”
Immediately, I leaned forward, placing my face so close to hers that I felt her breath pulsing from her ruby red lips against my face.
“I’ll die before something happens to you tonight. Understood?”
She drew in a broken breath. “Yeah, I hear you.”
“Good.”
I swung my leg over the bike, situating myself against the seat. I heard her shuffling around with her dress, and out of the furthest corner of my eye, I saw the dollop of excess fluid against her inner thigh. I swallowed down a groan bubbling up the back of my throat. I cranked the engine and allowed the vibrations between my legs to distract me.
But it had nothing on the heat of her body as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
I revved the engine. “It better be, because it’s how you’ll hang on.”
“Will you go slow at first? You know, so that I can get the hang of it?”
My balls tingled with need. “Of course.”
“Thank you, Dante.”
Her sweet little voice wrapped around my head and damn near held me hostage. I kicked off toward the road, keeping myself a few miles under the speed limit. The way she clung to me stiffened my cock. The way her thighs blanketed me from behind swirled my head with all sorts of salacious thoughts. Me in my black tuxedo, and her in her black dress, soaring with me toward this gala on the back of my black bike. There was a seductiveness to it all that caught me off-guard. A warmth that seemed to melt the icy cage around my heart.
I forced myself to focus as we blazed a trail toward the gala location.
With the wind in my hair and her hands gripping my belt, I kicked it up a notch. I bumped things up to the speed limit, and the faster we went, the harder she clung to me. Her fingertips curled against my clothing. Her thighs clamped down against the outside of my legs. Hell, even her cheek pressed between my shoulder blades as she rested it against me.
I felt powerful with her holding me like that.
“You good back there?!” I called out to her.
“This is incredible!”
