Page 21 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

“Absolutely not,” Katie said with steel in her voice this time.

“A second opinion might be useful,” I countered.

“Maverick, I said no.”

I sighed and bowed my head. I should have known better than to let Katie get behind a locked door when she felt so vulnerable.

“I was really hoping you’d find something you liked and model it for me. Hell, you might even be inspired to give me a lap dance.”

Katie said nothing.

Fuck, I hated this damn door between us. Shutting me out. Keeping her hidden behind those walls she built to protect herself.

Grasping the door handle, I mouthed a silent apology to Lila for damaging her shop, and yanked hard.

The metallic ping of the lock popped off and skittered across the floor.

“Maverick, what—?”

Katie stared at me in the mirror, wide-eyed. I blew out a breath of surprise at the sight of her.

Dusky pink lace molded to every curve of her body. I didn’t know where to look first—softly mounded breasts framed by lacy flowers, or the patch of gauzy sheer fabric between her thighs, or the network of straps that hugged her hips and thighs.

“Holy fuck,” I rasped.

Katie’s cheeks went cherry red and she covered her chest with her arms.

“Did you justbreak the lock?”

I grabbed a spare clothes hanger and wedged it into the gap where the lock should have been, jerry rigging the door to stay closed. Then I turned to Katie, standing behind her as I looped my arms around her middle.

“Look at you,” I murmured, kissing the curve of her neck.

Katie bit her lip, lashes lowered to shield her gaze from the mirror. I couldn’t stop staring—her plump, creamy flesh againstmy dark, tattooed skin. My brain went white with static at the indents of my fingertips sinking into the swell of her hips.

“I don’t think it fits right,” she protested.

I nearly choked in disbelief.

“Take it off then. Your birthday suit is guaranteed to fit every time.”

Katie’s gaze flicked up to my face in the mirror with a mild hint of annoyance.

“You aren’t helping.”

I hummed as I hooked a finger into the strap of her bra and slid it off one shoulder, placing a kiss there.

“What about now? Is this better?”

“Not really,” she muttered, but her breath hitched, betraying her.

I pulled Katie closer, nestling her body against mine. Skimming my hands up her body, I cupped her breasts, sweeping my thumb over her nipples. She shuddered, lips parted with anticipation.

Then I slipped my hand beneath her panties and pressed against her clit. Katie whimpered, digging her fingernails into my forearm.

“Maverick,” she hissed.

“Quiet, baby.” I nipped at the thin skin above her fluttering pulse. She practically melted in my arms. “Unless you want someone to hear us. And if that’s the case, get as loud as you want.”

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