Page 6 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

“Well, you didn’t sound convinced that I came over here of my own free will. I had to do something to get rid of those pesky doubts. Is it working?”

Katie opened her mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a breathless puff of air.

Someone coughed. My gaze flicked up to see the creep two tables over, arms crossed, with a scowl etched into his face.

Katie was blushing scarlet to the roots of her hair, and that asshole who’d been leering at her was jealous. A win-win situation.

I dipped my head, bringing my mouth close to Katie’s ear.

“As your fake boyfriend, it’s my job to make sure no man comes sniffing around you. I prefer to mark my territory in a more possessive and obvious way than what you’re probably used to though. And I have a feeling if I did anything more than this, you’re so sweet that you’d dissolve like cotton candy in the rain.”

She sputtered and shot me an exasperated look.

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

I smirked.

“A little.”

Curiosity sparked in Katie’s gaze. She chewed the inside of her cheek, practically pleading with me to continue.

I could tell her what she craved to hear in such vivid detail that she’d be red-faced for a week. The thought of just how warm and soft she would be under my hands, my tongue, made my cock throb, straining against my fly. I’d gladly sell my soul to the devil for a chance to discover if that blush covered every inch of her.

“Come on,” I coaxed. “Admit it. You like making that fucker over there green with envy just as much as I do.”

Katie stole a quick glance at the creep still staring in our direction. Then she haltingly curled her hand around my bicep.

Something about seeing her rosy nail polish against the dark, tattooed ink of my arm made pride swell in my chest.

Atta girl,I thought.

She still hadvirginwritten all over her face, but it was a start.

Katie was the type of woman to settle down one day as a housewife, tending a herd of kids, making a warm home brimming with love for her family. She needed a man who could be a husband and provider, someone she could rely on.

I wasn’t that man for her. But I could offer a taste of the forbidden that she desperately craved.

Brushing a lock of Katie’s hair aside, I trailed my lips along the curve of her neck. She let out a strangled little noise and covered her mouth with one hand.

I smiled to myself. It was so fun and so easy to fluster her.

“You don’t…have to bethatconvincing,” she rasped.

I huffed a laugh against her shoulder. She had no idea how much I had to rein myself in around her. This was tame, compared to what I would have been doing if she was really mine.

I shifted closer, pinning her between my body and the wall. From hip to thigh, she was pressed against me. The scent of her filled my lungs—sugar cookies and something lightly floral I couldn’t put my finger on.Lavender? Roses? No…chamomile, maybe.

“Would you like a demonstration? I could be more hands on—”

She swatted my chest lightly. I chuckled and caught her wrist, tracing circles in her palm with my thumb.

“I’m not that kind of girl,” Katie replied.

I arched an eyebrow.

“And what kind of girl would that be?”

Her cheeks warmed all over again.

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