Blackmail (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Julia Marie
evoking a response in my body that was as old as time itself.
My gambit appeared to be working, distracting Shane from the events over lunch. It also prevented me from tripping up and letting slip that I knew that the business was a front for illegal motorcycle club activities. I didn’t trust myself to be able to lie convincingly about it, and so I did the only thing I could think of - the thing that I’d wanted to do ever since I’d walked in for the interview and saw his face.
His hands were everywhere, tugging at the base of my hair, running down my back, cupping my ass through my clothes. I needed them against my bare skin, giving me the pleasure that I knew he could.
My clothes disappeared with alarming speed, dropping to the floor until I was standing in front of him in my bra and panties. Shane was still completely dressed, which made me feel like a stripper or some kind of whore about to service my client. I couldn’t believe how big of a turn-on it was.
There’s no way this feels this good! Just the touch of his roughened hands on the bare skin of my back was almost overwhelming, driving me out of my mind with need and want and lust. A low growl rolled from deep in my chest as my frustration at his level of dress came to the fore.
With a goal in mind, I was able to focus better. His leather jacket dropped from around his shoulders, but his t-shirt was caught on his arms without his cooperation.
Finally I snarled in frustration. “Get this off, now.”
The amused glint in his eye brought me back to earth. It was entirely unlike me to give a command like that. Especially to my boss. Especially during sex.
“Please?” I added, tone more plaintive.
Shane chuckled and took his hands away from where they had been occupied groping my ass. “That’s a side of yourself that you are going to have to show me more of,” he said. “I haven’t had a woman order me around like that in quite a long time.”
I lost the thread of the conversation as his hard abs were revealed. His tattoos were webbed across his torso, the ink suiting him and highlighting the firm curves of his muscles. His powerful chest was exactly as the tight shirt had advertised; broad, smooth, and so sexy that I had to taste it.
Action followed thought, and although I’d never had the urge to put my mouth anywhere near a man’s chest before, I’d never seen one as nice as this. His skin was hot beneath my mouth, and he was so much taller that I didn’t have to bend my head at all.
The disappearance of the shirt wasn’t enough. I needed more, greedy and not satisfied when I knew what was in my future.
The shirt had been needed his help, but a belt was a belt, and in no time his pants fell down around his ankles, followed by his boxer briefs as soon as I could hook my thumbs in the waistband.
“Oh!”
I couldn’t form any more words than that as his cock, heavy with blood, bumped against my bare thigh and drew my gaze downward. It was magnificent, somehow suiting his body perfectly.
I looked up into his eyes, seeing the passion that blazed with intensity there.
“Your turn,” he said, the words a low rumble carried on a voice roughened with lust. I was so hot and ready for him and the way he announced his intentions only stoked the fire.
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around me and turned, placing my ass onto his desk. It didn’t feel like it had required any effort at all for him to lift me, not something that I could have said of any of my ex-boyfriends.
Shane moved back a step.
Why is he pulling away? Did I do something wrong?
The fire still burned in his eyes, raced along his skin in an almost visible blaze. The intensity was almost scary.
“Take off your bra.”
Without the fumbling, urgent actions of earlier, I felt exposed, uncertain. The only thing I knew for sure was that he was definitely still into it. His
My gambit appeared to be working, distracting Shane from the events over lunch. It also prevented me from tripping up and letting slip that I knew that the business was a front for illegal motorcycle club activities. I didn’t trust myself to be able to lie convincingly about it, and so I did the only thing I could think of - the thing that I’d wanted to do ever since I’d walked in for the interview and saw his face.
His hands were everywhere, tugging at the base of my hair, running down my back, cupping my ass through my clothes. I needed them against my bare skin, giving me the pleasure that I knew he could.
My clothes disappeared with alarming speed, dropping to the floor until I was standing in front of him in my bra and panties. Shane was still completely dressed, which made me feel like a stripper or some kind of whore about to service my client. I couldn’t believe how big of a turn-on it was.
There’s no way this feels this good! Just the touch of his roughened hands on the bare skin of my back was almost overwhelming, driving me out of my mind with need and want and lust. A low growl rolled from deep in my chest as my frustration at his level of dress came to the fore.
With a goal in mind, I was able to focus better. His leather jacket dropped from around his shoulders, but his t-shirt was caught on his arms without his cooperation.
Finally I snarled in frustration. “Get this off, now.”
The amused glint in his eye brought me back to earth. It was entirely unlike me to give a command like that. Especially to my boss. Especially during sex.
“Please?” I added, tone more plaintive.
Shane chuckled and took his hands away from where they had been occupied groping my ass. “That’s a side of yourself that you are going to have to show me more of,” he said. “I haven’t had a woman order me around like that in quite a long time.”
I lost the thread of the conversation as his hard abs were revealed. His tattoos were webbed across his torso, the ink suiting him and highlighting the firm curves of his muscles. His powerful chest was exactly as the tight shirt had advertised; broad, smooth, and so sexy that I had to taste it.
Action followed thought, and although I’d never had the urge to put my mouth anywhere near a man’s chest before, I’d never seen one as nice as this. His skin was hot beneath my mouth, and he was so much taller that I didn’t have to bend my head at all.
The disappearance of the shirt wasn’t enough. I needed more, greedy and not satisfied when I knew what was in my future.
The shirt had been needed his help, but a belt was a belt, and in no time his pants fell down around his ankles, followed by his boxer briefs as soon as I could hook my thumbs in the waistband.
“Oh!”
I couldn’t form any more words than that as his cock, heavy with blood, bumped against my bare thigh and drew my gaze downward. It was magnificent, somehow suiting his body perfectly.
I looked up into his eyes, seeing the passion that blazed with intensity there.
“Your turn,” he said, the words a low rumble carried on a voice roughened with lust. I was so hot and ready for him and the way he announced his intentions only stoked the fire.
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around me and turned, placing my ass onto his desk. It didn’t feel like it had required any effort at all for him to lift me, not something that I could have said of any of my ex-boyfriends.
Shane moved back a step.
Why is he pulling away? Did I do something wrong?
The fire still burned in his eyes, raced along his skin in an almost visible blaze. The intensity was almost scary.
“Take off your bra.”
Without the fumbling, urgent actions of earlier, I felt exposed, uncertain. The only thing I knew for sure was that he was definitely still into it. His
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