Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
I nodded. “I’ll push them just enough to piss them off, not enough to get my head blown off.”
He barked a short laugh. “They won’t take you out right away. They’ll try to intimidate you first. Big biker with a sharp eye and a lucky streak? Especially if they think you’re alone. They’ll want to know how you found out about them.”
“Exactly. I want them looking hard,” I muttered. “Gives me a reason to push back. Dig deeper.”
Lindsay closed the notebook with a snap, her green eyes sparkling. “Or you could bring someone else who can count cards and won’t make it obvious. Backup they’d never expect. Like your girlfriend.”
I blinked. “No.”
She tilted her head and frowned. “No, ‘That’s too dangerous, baby?’ Just a flat-out no?”
I pushed off the desk, my tone hard as steel as I turned to face her. “No as in, not a fucking chance in hell.”
Lindsay crossed her arms, the sparkle morphing into a stubborn glint. “You don’t even want to hear my plan?”
“I don’t give a shit what your plan is,” I growled, stepping closer. “You think I’m letting you walk into a goddamn illegal gambling ring—one that nearly got Paul killed and had masked pricks trying to stuff you in a van—just to play wingwoman?”
“I’d be with you—”
“That’s not the point,” I snapped, cutting her off. “You think I’d let you walk into that den of bastards, dressed up and flashing those pretty green eyes around while you feed me card signals like a fucking movie scene? You really believe I’d be able to focus on a game while every asshole in that room looked at what’s mine?”
Deviant stood abruptly. “I’m gonna go, uh…handle setup,” he muttered before bolting for the door. Smart bastard.
“You’re being an overbearing jackass,” she hissed the second we were alone. Her pretty green orbs were burning with angry fire now.
It was nothing compared to the molten rage inside me. “Good. That means I’m doing my job.”
“Beck—”
“No.” I grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, crushing our bodies together. “You don’t get it. I see red just thinking about you in that place. I have no room left for logic when it comes to you, Lindsay.”
Her lips parted, a breathy protest halfway out of her throat, but I didn’t let her finish.
I kissed her like it was a punishment and a warning. Like a man who’d burn down the world to protect the woman in his arms.
She gasped, and I grinned against her mouth. “You want to argue, baby? Be my fucking guest. But I’ll shut that mouth every time.”
“Beck.”
Hearing my real name on her lips always sent a surge of pleasure through me, but this time, it flipped a switch in me. It did something dark and primal, making every possessive instinct I had light up at once.
“Bend over the desk,” I growled.
Lindsay’s breath caught, and her eyes widened. “You’re not serious.”
I cocked a brow. “Do I look like I’m joking, baby?”
She hesitated for half a second. That was all I gave her.
In one smooth motion, I spun her around and bent her over the desk, her palms catching her weight as I nudged her legs apart with my knee. I yanked down her leggings and panties, baring her to me, and groaned at the sight of her pale, juicy globes.
“You gonna argue with me?” I growled, dragging my hand slowly down the curve of her spine. “Mouth off?”
I punctuated my question with my palm landing on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room. She gasped, hips jerking.
“Then you take your punishment like a good girl.”
Another slap, harder this time, right on the sweet spot that had her grinding her thighs together.
“You like this,” I muttered darkly. “Getting put in your place. Bent over my desk with your little ass pink and your pussy soaking wet.”
She whimpered but didn’t deny it.
I smoothed a hand over her skin before giving her another hard swat, just enough to make her cry out. Then I gripped her hips and slid my fingers between her thighs.
“Still so wet,” I murmured. “You gonna behave for me now, baby?”
“I wasn’t—”
“Try again,” I growled, standing her up and spinning her around to face me.
Her eyes flared, and her voice was breathless. “Beck.”
I’d had enough. If I didn’t get inside her, I was gonna lose my fucking mind.
“Take off your clothes,” I demanded.
When she hesitated, I scowled dark enough to cause wariness to drift into her green orbs. But she was also trembling with desire and softly panting with need.
“Now,” I said through gritted teeth. “Or I’ll rip them off.”
Lindsay stood and peeled her shirt over her head, then kicked her leggings and underwear the rest of the way off.
I yanked her into me for a deep kiss. Sliding my hands low, I gripped her tender ass and lifted her onto my desk in one quick motion. Then I dragged her forward so she was flush against me, the desk biting into her thighs.