Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) Read Online Free Page B

against my heated flesh, with only denim and silk between us. My moan is lost in his hungry kiss. My body strains closer, my mouth parting beneath the wicked onslaught of his tongue. Every breath is filled with his scent—leather and the summer wind and a long hot ride.
    A disappointed whimper escapes me when he breaks the kiss. But I know he has to. Anyone can come across us here and we burn each other up so fast that if we continue, it won’t be long until his cock is pumping deep inside me. He doesn’t move yet, though, simply holding me with his weight pressing me into the wall and his face buried in the crook of my neck and shoulder.
    “God, Jenny.” His voice is harsh. “Coming in here, seeing you waiting for me—walking into the Den has never felt so damn good.”
    My heart suddenly feels tight, so tight. I stroke my hand down the back of his neck. His muscles are rock hard with tension.
    “It didn’t go well?” I ask.
    Immediately his head comes up, blue eyes narrowed. “Just the usual nitpicking shit. Nothing I can’t handle, and nothing for you to worry about.”
    I’m not worried. There’s probably very little that Saxon Gray can’t handle. “Have you heard anything yet about the Titans’ meeting?”
    “No. But even if the Titans tell Red to go fuck himself, it doesn’t make any difference to this .” He catches my chin and his gaze is fierce on mine. “You and me. This stays, no matter what goes down between the clubs. All right?”
    “I’m not arguing.”
    “You’d better not.” His attention drops to my mouth, and I gasp as his hips rock between my thighs, sending ripples of aching pleasure through my core. “Screaming my name is a better use for that tongue. Christ, I need to fuck you.”
    But he won’t. Not here. Not even in his locked office, because an interruption could come at any time. Having most of the Hellfire Riders out in the bar means having no real privacy—and as the president of the club, he can’t just tell them to fuck off until he’s done. Business won’t get handled that way.
    Business has already wound him up, though. I can feel it in every stiff muscle against me. “I’ve got a better idea,” I tell him.
    “There’s nothing better than filling you up with my cock, princess.” But he’s not really arguing, just leaning in with a lazy smile. “A close second is licking up all those sweet pussy juices. Is that what you’re thinking?”
    “No.” I trace his smile with my forefinger. A thrill zings through me when he gently bites down on my fingertip, then flicks his tongue across it. I feel that lick all the way to my clit. Breathlessly I tell him, “I think you should let my tongue do really dirty things to you.”
    His eyes gleam. “Oh, yeah?”
    “Yeah.” I tighten my legs around him. “And that way if an interruption comes, you’ll be the one hurting. Not me.”
    His laugh is a deep rumble. “I did promise never to see you hurt.”
    “You did.”
    “But I still like my idea better,” he says, then he’s kissing me again, carrying me down the hall into his office—and, oh God, this is already a fight. With his left arm wrapped around my waist, his right hand sneaks up between my thighs. I can’t stop my surprised squeal as his fingers slide beneath the drenched silk of my panties and head straight for my clit.
    Bucking against him, I tear my mouth from his. “No fair.”
    Saxon grins. “My place, princess. I decide what’s fair. When we’re messing around at your brewery you can call the shots.”
    Right. Aside from a few demands I’ve made like harder and fuck me now, I didn’t call any shots the couple of times this week he’s come out to the brewery to pick me up after work.
    As he kicks the office door shut behind us, I give him a narrow stare. “Really?”
    “Hell, no,” he says and my laugh becomes a ragged moan when he pushes two blunt fingers inside me. My inner muscles clamp down, drawing a hoarse groan from his chest.