Page 141 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

At his “threat,” her heart began pounding in her chest and that wasn’t the only thing pounding. Her pussy was pulsing and if she continued to stand there, she had no doubt her panties would soon be damp. Her own reaction annoyed her as much as he did.

She had tried to convince herself that she hadn’t been disappointed when she finally woke up Friday afternoon and her bed had been empty.

Of course, she failed.

“When they deserve it.”

“Oh, so that’s not just reserved for me, then? You normally take Decker or Nox over your lap and give them a good paddle?”

He dropped his head until he was almost nose to nose with her. “I don’t fuck them until they soak my cock and scream my name when they come.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Did that happen?”

“I remember it quite clearly.”

“I’m surprised, with your advanced age and all.”

One side of his upper lip pulled up in a sneer. How did he even make that look sexy as fuck?

“Go home, Cami. Do whatever you normally do when you’re not working,” he ordered.

“Yes,boss.” She clamped her bottom lip between her teeth, trying not to smirk when his nostrils flared.

“You’re lucky there’s a shitload of people around the corner.”

“Lucky? It depends on how you look at it,” she quipped, no longer fighting her grin.

“I have to get back to the group.” He took a step back and scanned her from head to toe.

She was dressed in fake leather black leggings again, a see-through white sweater with a tight black V-neck camisole underneath and her black knee-high boots.

“You look…”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Good.”

She raked her gaze down Crew, from the top of his neat salt-and-pepper hair down to his biker boots, pausing only on the leather cut he wore. He actually looked good in it.

Toodamn good. Her pussy agreed. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He slipped on his mirrored sunglasses. “Didn’t need you to tell me that.”

“Same,” she returned, and followed him around the corner, through the side lot full of vehicles and back to the rear lot where everyone else waited with their bikes.

“So… what’s going on here?”

“A club run.” His voice had instantly changed. It went from heated and growly to normal.

The man could give her whiplash.

“About time,” Finn yelled across the lot when he spotted Crew. “We’re waiting on you, Crewser, so we can get rolling.”

Decker had the little girl Nox was holding earlier on his bike and she wore a kid-sized helmet. His Harley had some kind of special set-up with foot pegs for short legs and a backrest so she wouldn’t fall off.

She eyed the rest of the line-up before asking Crew, “Anyone have a spare seat and won’t mind a passenger? I wouldloveto go since my boss ordered me not to go into work tonight.”

He frowned at her. “It’s for the kids.”

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