Page 56 of Biker's Babygirl

I slide up his shaft, watching as his head tilts back and his eyes close with pleasure.It’s crazy. I’ve known him such a short time, and yet… I love this man. He’s made me happier than I ever thought I could be.

Love fuels me as I slide up and down his long, hard shaft. I want to show him how much I care about him, and thatdesire propels me forward. Duke groans and I feel my pussy lips tighten on his shaft.

“You feel amazing,” he growls.

My only answer is to wrap my legs around him and slide back up. I throw my head back and moan with pleasure. Then I ride him for all I’m worth, chasing my own orgasm. His hands come to rest lightly on my hips, and I get into the rhythm of rising and gliding down. Having him inside me but being in control of my own orgasm is something I’ve never experienced before. I can’t help but feel powerful.

Duke grunts in pleasure and it spurs me on. “That’s it, babygirl. Just like that.”

Never in my life did I think I would like being calledbabygirlbut it lights me up with pleasure from the inside and has me squeezing my thighs together as I slide up his quivering shaft.

“That feels amazing, Ginny,” he murmurs, and I swear, I’m about to come apart hearing my name on the lips of the man I love.

But I hold on and push myself harder, faster, up and down his cock until I feel my body tighten with an incoming orgasm. I can feel sweat on my brow but for the first time in my life it feels delicious—like a badge of honor I earned by showing Daddy how much I want him.

I pump his cock with my movements and as soon as he begins to spurt his hot cum inside me, my own orgasm shatters me. I grab on to his shoulder, back arching as I scream his name. My scream echoes off the walls around us, but I barely hear it I’m so lost in my own climax.

I barely feel it when I collapse against him, or when he slides me off him. When I come back to myself—back tohim—Duke has already lathered up the loofah and is softly washing me. He doesn’t stop until my body is covered with suds and by then I’mfeeling more like myself. Or the version of myself that is full to bursting and purring in satisfaction.

Then he rinses me with fresh warm water and lifts me from the tub, dripping in his arms. Without a word, he uses a fluffy white towel to dry me and just as silently I pick up a clean one and dry him as well. By the end I’m standing on my tiptoes to reach his shoulders, but I don’t mind.

It’s been the most blissful, loving experience of my life. I couldn’t have hoped for a better goodbye.

It’s nearly eight hours later when everyone has finally gone to bed. There’s some sort of medical training tomorrow, which means an early night for all the doctors. I find myself feeling grateful for that. It’s like the universe knew I needed to make my escape sooner rather than later and provided the way.

When Duke is finally asleep—and I stay still and silent by his side until I hear the gentle rumble of his soft snores—I climb out of bed. I’ve been planning this escape all day, and I have a mental checklist that I intend to follow to the letter.

When I finally slip out of the room, I have a gym bag slung over my shoulder and my few items of clothing. I left behind all the new things Ellie bought me today in hopes that she could return them and get her money back, but I can’t bear not to take the nightgown Duke gave me. It’s selfish of me, perhaps, but it’s also the only thing I have to remember him by.

For however long that is.

When I reach the door, I turn around and drink in the sight of him one last time. He looks so strong, even when he sleeps. So invincible.

If only that could be true,I think mournfully.

I blow him a kiss and turn the knob soundlessly in my hand before I leave the room and gently close it behind me. I make it all the way down the hallway and into the kitchen without anything stopping me. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I feel it in my ears, but I force myself to remain calm. This is the last step: packing. I almost starved to death before, and truth be told I’d rather a quick bullet than suffer through that again.

Jackpot.The open cabinet in front of me is full of apples, small peelable oranges and protein bars. I’m stuffing them into my gym bag by the handful when I hear a throat clear behind me.

I whirl around, and even as my heart stops at the sight of Shep sitting at the coffee table, in the dark, a part of me isn’t really surprised. He’s been watching me like a hawk since I first arrived here. Why should tonight be any different?

“Want to explain to me what you think you’re doing?”

For the first time since I’ve met him, I can see a bit of Duke in the authoritative way he asks that. I swallow hard and hope he doesn’t notice. And then I put the apples I’m holding into my bag, silently daring him to comment.

Shep doesn’t seem interested in pursuing a conversation, but he doesn’t shy away from my staring contest either.

I break first. Because of course I do. Where Duke’s eyes are filled with love and empathy, Shep’s seem hard and cold like pieces of ice sharp enough to cut me. “I’m giving you what you want,” I mutter as I stare at the scuffed toes of my sneakers.

“What do you know about whatIwant, Miss Ginny?”

“I know you want me gone. And I’m leaving.”

Silence meets my words, a long, tense quiet that has me cringing on the inside. Finally, he says, “I never told you to go anywhere.”

I snort with a laugh before I can stop myself. Even though I slap my hand over my mouth afterward, it’s too late. The damage is done.

Shep lifts a brow, and I feel my cheeks grow hot.

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