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“How so?”
“Watching you ride a bike is my new fantasy.” His gaze flashing with wickedness, he rasps, “You’d look sexy as fuck. My cock is painfully hard just picturing it.”
I swallow hard, especially when he rolls his hips and presses his erection against my lower belly. My pussy clenches, missing the stretch from his thick girth.
“Which one will it be?” he asks, nuzzling my nose. “New or mine?”
“Yours,” I say breathlessly. No way I’m letting him purchase a new bike. Plus, I’m low-key obsessed with his current one.
A growl of satisfaction rumbles out of him, as if my answer pleased him. “And you won’t back out?”
“No.”
Squeezing my ass once, he steps back. “Then we better buy what we came here for.”
“I didn’t mean teach me tonight,” I squeak, grabbing his elbow just as he turns.
He just smirks, tugging me toward the doorway we came through. “Don’t worry. I’m not doing that just yet. Tonight, you’ll just sit pretty and pressed tight behind me.”
His playfulness kills my resistance and I let him drag me out.
CHAPTER – 44
Nessa
A short and bulky man in a leather cut waits for us behind a long wooden counter. He flicks his goatee at Augustus in greeting. “Grayson.”
I’m stunned they know each other.
His impassive gaze cuts to mine and he sizes me up.
“Dan,” acknowledges Augustus, slinging his arm around my shoulders protectively. Or in a show of ownership. Who knows? Either way, it makes my chest burst with warmth. Without wasting time with small talk, he demands, “Is it ready?”
The man nods and bends to present whatever it is Augustus preordered. I’m buzzing from head to toe with curiosity. When Dan straightens and sets down the object, my lips part on a rough inhale.
The prettiest and sexiest helmet in a mix of black and burgundy steals my breath away as I stare at it wide-eyed. Sleek,shiny, and luxurious. The style matches the one Augustus has but this one is clearly feminine and smaller than his.
I want to touch it so badly.
Did Augustus buy it for his sister?
Like a wave, his earlier words swim to the forefront and my spine snaps straight. He better not have purchased this for me.
“Take a closer look. The design and size are exactly as you requested.”
Holy smokes! Is that custom-made? If so, then it must be expensive. A more pressing question is, when did he place the order?
I’m so busy having an inner conversation with myself that I don’t notice my feet are moving, propelled by Augustus’s hand on my lower back, until we’re standing at the counter.
From up close, I notice the tiny details on the helmet. Along the edge at the bottom, a beautiful butterfly mask is painted, with the outer edges outlined in silver chrome. A two-letter initial is carved beside it.
LP.
It takes me less than a nanosecond to register what it stands for.
Little Prey.
The air gets stuck in my throat and I’m short of words.
