Demons On Wheels MC 5***Click HERE to purchase
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Liz Chavez loves her new job as a paralegal. For a woman who grew up in the foster care system, was abused, and had to scrape by for eleven years after graduating from high school to get to this point, she’s not about to let anyone or anything derail her plans of attending law school one day. And then she meets Rahab, the VP of the Demons on Wheels MC.
One night with Liz and Rahab’s world is turned upside down. He can’t stop thinking about her. He’s driving her to and from work each day. When her apartment is vandalized, she moves into the club. He hasn’t had sex with any woman since the night he spent with her, but she’s not interested in him the same way.
What’s a biker supposed to do when the woman he has to possess, doesn’t want to belong to him?
It was all Rahab could do to sit there and watch the set. His dick throbbed. His entire body was on fire. He stopped after four shots because that was his limit, and he’d be damned if any spot in his brain would be dulled from booze tonight. He wanted sharp, clear senses and staying power.
Kissing her had awoken the beast inside him, and nothing except fucking every hole of her lush, curvy body would tame it. If her mouth tasted that good, he could only imagine what her tits and pussy tasted like.
Was she wearing sexy underwear beneath that sharp, navy blue suit? It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be wearing it for long once he got her up to his room. Before the second dancer of this set came on, Liz whispered in his ear she needed to use the bathroom.
He rose and took her hand, leading her down the hall toward the private bathrooms, rather than pointing her toward the public ones. While she was in there, he went into Donny’s office with the intention of retrieving her briefcase and coat, so he could put them up in his room for later.
When the door opened, he assumed it was one of his Brothers, and turned, ready to explain what was going on. But Liz stood there, her dark eyes shining with mischief and lust. “Are you trying to steal my coat and briefcase? What’s your name? I’m going to report you to the owners.”
“Rahab’s the name, ma’am, and I’m afraid you caught me red-handed.” His cock twitched painfully. A woman who loved to play along with jokes was fucking sexy as hell.
She slammed the door shut and locked it. Oh, fuck me sideways. “Should I call the police, or are you going to compensate me in some other way?”
If you only knew what I was picturing. “In what way should I compensate you, ma’am? Because I sure as fuck don’t want you to call the cops.”
A slow grin spread across her face as she sauntered toward him. “Gee, I don’t know. What skills do you have?”
Rahab couldn’t help chuckling. “Uh, I can eat out a pussy and make a woman come in thirty seconds flat.”
“Yeah. Really.” He curled his hands into fists to keep from charging across the room and throwing her onto the table. His jaw went slack as she reached under that skirt and pulled off a pair of white, cotton panties. One question answered.
She glanced around the room, then laughed softly. “Why the hell not?”
Rahab nearly came in his jeans as she climbed onto the table and lay back, her hips close to the edge and her legs dangling over the side. She hiked up the skirt and spread her legs, revealing a glistening wet pussy with full lips. He groaned. There was no way to stop it.
“Pull up a chair and prove it,” she said.
“As you wish, ma’am.” Rahab pulled a chair over and placed it right in front of her pussy. He closed his eyes for a second and took a long inhale. There was nothing as powerful as the scent of a woman in lust.
He clamped his hands around her full upper thighs and licked up and down them, his head exploding with delight when she moaned loudly and grasped a fistful of his hair. “Oh my God!”
You haven’t felt anything yet, gorgeous.