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“I love you, too,” I reply, hissing as he pulls out.
“So,” he says, glee in his tone as he tucks himself back into his jeans, “If I want to make you into a little minx, all I have to do is kill a guy and tell you that I love you?”
A laugh bursts out of my chest, and my hands fly up to cover my mouth as I giggle. When I recover from the fit, I say, “Yeah, that’s exactly what you have to do.”
“Consider that information noted,” Scorpion says as he helps me off of the counter. “Anyway, I know I’ve already taken out that piece of shit, but I’d sleep a hell of a lot easier if you were by my side.”
“Is that your way of asking me to move in with you?” I ask, leaning back against the counter I just got off of because my legs are shaking so violently.
God, this man really did a number on me. I wouldn’t have it any other way. And, honestly, I can’t wait for this to happen again. The sex, not the murder.
“Yeah,” Scorpion says as he steps forward to smooth out my dress. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.” He meets my eyes, a playful smirk on his lips. “So, what do you say?”
“I’d love that,” I squeal, closing my eyes as he leans forward to capture my lips in a sweet kiss. “And I love you.”
“You have no fucking idea how much I love you,” he replies before giving me another, deeper kiss. “But I’ll spend every day showing you.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Alright,” he murmurs, his hands on my hips. “Let’s get out of here. We can stop by your old place first and get what you need for the next few days. The guys from the MC can help us get you totally moved this weekend.”
“Sounds good,” I reply, not moving from where I’m lounging. “But I’m going to need a few minutes. My legs are still shaking.”
“Did I really fuck you that good?” he asks, leaning in to kiss my neck again. “You’re so fucked out you won’t be able to ride on the back of my bike?”
I let out a breathy laugh as he continues to kiss my neck. I don’t do anything to stop his attention, and after a few minutes, I realize that we’re going to be here for a while. He’s already raring for round two, and I can’t say that I feel any differently.
Epilogue
Seven Years Later
Scorpion
“Hey, babe,” I say as I walk into the lobby of the garage. Lilah looks up from her desk, a small smile playing on her lips. “We’re closing the garage for lunch. Everyone’s going to the diner.”
My wife gets a look on her face, one that tells me she knows exactly what I have planned. Since marrying her a little less than a year after I moved her into my place, she’s gotten even better at reading me.
“I take it you and I are working through lunch?” she replies.
I hum, joining her behind her desk and looking at the screensaver. It’s a photo of our twins, Andrew and Shelby. It’s adorable how Lilah surrounds herself with the family we’ve built.
“I don’t know about you,” I murmur, resting my hands on her shoulders and squeezing suggestively, “but I don’t plan on getting much work done.”
“Is that right?” she asks, tilting her head back so she can meet my eyes. There’s a smirk on those perfect lips that I can’t help but lean down and kiss. “And what do you have in mind instead?”
“You’ll see,” I promise, watching as the guys start to filter out of the garage and to their bikes.
She makes a noise of assent, and the two of us look out the window as every other employee leaves. I run through the list of people in the shop today, ensuring there aren’t any stragglers. Then, when I’m positive we’re alone, I bend over, nipping at Lilah’s neck.
She shivers at the contact, tilting her head to the side to give me better access. As I taste every inch of her that I can, she lets out the breathiest, neediest sounds. They go straight to my cock. I’m more than half-hard when I finally pull back.
“I made sure they left the office unlocked,” I say, my voice husky with lust.
Lilah nods, allowing me to pull her to her feet. I kick her office chair out of the way and lead her into the back of the shop. When we get into the office, I reach over, flicking on the lights before shutting and locking the door behind us.
“Do you know how fucking good you look in those jeans?” I ask before smashing our mouths together and grabbing onto the meat of her ass.
In response, she moans against my lips. Her body arches forward, pressing those breasts that drive me wild firmly against my chest. I lick into her mouth possessively. I’ve already claimed my ownership of her, did it long before I put that ring on her finger, but I’m not afraid to give frequent reminders. When you have a girl as perfect as this all to yourself, it’s only natural that you’re staking your claim as often as possible.
