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“Goddamn,” he groaned.

“Easy access.”

He leaned back enough to pull her cami over her head before shoving the loose shorts down until they pooled around her feet. After slipping off her flip flops, she kicked the clothes to the side.

Dropping his head, he sucked one nipple deep while rolling the other between his fingers, causing her to gasp. He took that opportunity to take her mouth again, while slipping one hand between her legs to play with her clit.

Holy shit.

Truth be told, foreplay wasn’t necessary. Thinking about the scenarios of what she wanted him to do to her while she waited for him to return had been enough to set her on edge.

Though, touching him in the flesh was a hell of a lot better than her imagination.

Reaper was solid and warm. His fingers and mouth moved with a purpose and a determination. When he lifted her up to pin her back to the door, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

“Hang on.”

“Not going anywhere, Devil Dog.” Hell no, she was right where she wanted to be.

The only thing she’d change would be him getting naked, of course. She certainly didn’t want to get robbed of that experience. That would be criminal.

He slipped his wallet free, quickly dug out a condom, tossed the wallet on the table next to the door, then tucked the wrapper between his teeth while he fiddled with his pants.

“If you want to be seen as a real biker, you need to switch to a chained version. I’ll get you one for your Christmas bonus.”

He paused. “We get Christmas bonuses?”

“Weird. I didn’t mention that?”

“Is it a specific amount for each head shot?”

“Hell no, you’d drive us into bankruptcy if that was the case. It’s whatever I can find at the dollar store.”

“Hold up. Are you saying you can still find shit for a dollar? Where is this utopia?” he asked.

“Damn, you got me. It’s now a five dollar store.”

“Is this the discussion you really want to have right now?”

Like he wasn’t perpetrating unnecessary conversation as well. “Well, I know one way to shut me up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She groaned. “I’d prefer boss over ma’am. Don’t make me feel like I’m sixty.”

“Darlin’,” he corrected.

“I’ll allow it.” Adding the accent and dropping the G from darling, changed the word from some stuffy upper crust endearment to one that sounded sexy as hell.

“Thank fuck,” he muttered, then captured her lips once more, sliding his tongue through her mouth to claim it completely.

Growing up, every time she had heard the now retired Shadow Ryder call his wife Kelsea that exact endearment, it had drawn Vi’s attention and made her wonder why her own father never called her mother anything sweet or loving. Diesel usually grunted out “woman,” if he wasn’t using her name.

After becoming old enough to understand her father better, she realized that was just the way he was and would always be.

Despite that, Vi never once heard her mother complain. But then, Jewel never tried to change her man. Most likely because it would’ve been a battle not worth fighting.

She needed to push thoughts about her parents out of her head, because…yuck.