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She watched me lick my fingers clean before sliding them inside her for a second round.

It was that second round that got me into this late shit.

Had to wait for her to collect her composure.

Get her to her car.

Safely in her car.

Keep an eye out to make sure we weren’t seen with our hands in places she swears she could get fired if someone sees.

She was wobbly in the knees.

Spaghetti in the arms.

It took some Poseidon level shit to keep me from just throwing her on the back of my bike and driving her home myself to make sure she got there.

Which I just have to assume she fucking did.

My ass forgot to get her number.

Was so drunk on her screams and shouting of my name that I barely had enough concentration to get to the clubhouse and changed for this shit.

The shit I…forgot I was scheduled to do until Graham Corbett – “Frog” – pointed it out.

Wild how that’s also never happened to me before.

Huh.

I see a pattern.

Not sure it’s a good one.

Damn sure I wanna follow it though.

And that’s a bad idea.

But.

Finding bad ideas and being a worse one are kinda my thing.

We go together.

Like Harley and the Davidson brothers.

“Hope she was worth it,” Kegger lightly chuckles under his breath.

There’s no stopping the smirk that slips onto my face as I put my wedges into my ears. “She was.”

Harry Harnois, the long nosed, apricot skinned art broker for the wealthiest families in Avallone, along with the surrounding cities, loudly huffs in our direction, “It is ridiculous my clients pay this much money and still have to supply their own movers.”

“Our job is to provide neutral ground and to oversee operations like these transfers,” Kegger casually reminds. “Not assist in them.”

“You are just overpaid security guards,” whines the willowy man between pats of his forehead with a white handkerchief, Doctenn accent unintentionally adding to the dramatic nature of his tone. “Highly overpaid.”

“Your employers don’t complain,” my best friend – and the member of our club I’m closest to – counters. “Neither should you.”

Another dramatic exhale is expelled loudly alongside him dabbing at his neck.