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He'd kept her plastered to his hip with one hand to her waist but punched a stare at Slider dark enough to murder the poor boy... Lusty tension clawed at her fingers, making her grip his shirt at the back, to lean hard into his ribcage feeling his heart rap heavily, she'd just wanted to kiss him, really kiss him, taste him, kiss him for days until they ran out of air. Rider's hand slid down her back, rested on her hip. "Not feelin' generous right now, spit it out, unless you're askin' for a bruise or ten."

"Rider!" she gasped placing her hand on his chest. "He's not going to hit you, Slider.

"Debatable. Waitin' prospect." Droll was his second skin. Why was that attractive?

"Sorry, Prez. Hawk ordered me to get him a beer and---"

"That jerkoff. Tell him he can fuckin' die of thirst and to stop sendin' brown-nosers to interrupt me." She thought the boy was incredibly astute when he turned and made for the door like he was on fire. "And, prospect, I see you without your vest again you'll be wearin' more than bruises, you get me?"

"Sir. Yes, Prez. Sorry again, Ms. Zara."

"He was nice and polite, you were hard on him, Rider," she said after he'd scuttled out. Rider rounded on her, crushed her mouth without warning, this time his tongue dipped in and went deep and wet, so slow she lost the power to think, just opened and moaned.

It was over way too soon.

"My room, now, Icy. or I'll fuck you on the stove, I don't care." his breath brushed her lips, desperate gulps of air to match the tempo her lungs were churning.Oh yes. Desire was pounding her insides, swirling into places she thought long since dead, all awakening for this man. "I fuckin' need you now." He went on and she moaned again leaning against his chest, letting him hold her up 'cause she was in real danger of her knees giving out. Oh, how she agreed. Now was a good time,right nowwas even better.

CHAPTER TWENTY

“I must’a been a worse asshole in a previous life than I am now to get this much cockblockin’...” – Rider

Some motherfucker was meddling to stop Rider getting his dick back into all that sweet, because the second he manoeuvred Zara out of the kitchen, hand to butt, his cock strained aching, his mouth wanting all over her, the look on her face, a mix of trepidation and lust was driving him fucking crazy, it all went toshitwhen he heard someone call out his name.

He growled a noise of annoyance, swiveling his body, keeping Zara touched and in contact with him as he caught Texas' hands in the air, contrite on his face as if his treasurer knew what he had interrupted.

They all damn wellknewbut it didn't stop Hawk fucking with him by sending the prospect through.

NowTexas.

Did he have to crack skulls to get a little peaceful sex around here?

"What?" he barked none too nicely. Besides him, tucked against his ribs and dick he heard Zara giggle. Music to his sex filled ears. But he wanted her moans and screams more.

Nothing short of murder in his eyes pinning Texas.

"I know, Prez.I know." he adjusted his tie, the knot already perfect, he had a nervous tell. This was not going to be good, Rider surmised, he was getting further away from fucking his girl. One hand coasted down her hip, held it there, keeping a warm connection, he knew how nervous she was, giving her any time alone to think and talk herself out of them being together was not on his to-do list. "I would not have..." He indicated to Rider and Zara, his face sharp. "Your father is on the line, he said he couldn't reach you."

For good reason, Rider had switched his cell phone off to enjoy time with Zara.

Now he was straight up pissed off.

His growl wasn't harnessed in any way. "Right." was all he told Texas, irritation plain to hear.

He turned to Zara. "I gotta take this call, baby." or the old man would just keep at it like a fucking boil that needed lancing. They had long deep seated issues and if Rider could have cut his father's relationship off as easily as he had cut his father's VP reign then he would be a happy man. Only for his mother and sister did he continue this annoying fucking merry-go-round with him.

He dropped a kiss on her forehead, lowered his voice so only she would hear. "This won't take long, I promise. Then you're mine, right?" she nodded, but he felt the shudder go through her. "Zara, say it. Lemme hear the words."

"I'm all yours when you get back. Go talk to your dad, Rider. I’ll be here."

The declaration went south, pounded behind his zipper, pulsing his cock harder.

He gnarled again, frustration eating at him.

The old man better have something important to say.

"Wait at the bar for me. I want to undress you myself."

She sucked in a breath, her smile trembling. Rider smirked, cranking his neck down he took a lazy tasting kiss, not the one he wanted, but he stroked his tongue against hers, it would have to hold him for now. "Fuckin' sweet. Want more of that. Be back, baby."

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