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Then, there’s a pause.
“You know, if you want me off this thing, you’re gonna have to untangle yourself first. Or are you getting a little too comfortable back there?”
“Uhm …” She gets off it. “Sorry.”
I get off my bike too, casually scoping out the parade of testosterone. And look who’s here. That fucker Wes, radiating that “I suck” energy and begging to get punched.
They’re all talking to each other, throwing silent tantrums about the new guy who swooped in to steal their thunder.
“Uhm, Adam?” she says quietly, almost whispering.
It goes straight to my cock.
Her voice wrapping around my name is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and within just a second, I can’t stop picturing her moaning it, needy and breathless, pinned beneath me.
But I need to act like a good boy.
I look at her. She’s already removed my leather jacket, and she’s looking at me like a kitty waiting to be belly-scratched.
“Yes, little orchid?”
“Can you help with the helmet?”
She’s so infernally sexy just in a simple jeans and a simple top.
I pull the move I did before.
I trap her between me and the bike, grip the helmet strap, and pull her closer to me.
This time, she’s not avoiding eye contact. On the contrary, her big, blue eyes roam over my face, and of course, I still take my sweet time with unstrapping the helmet. Her breathing becomes forceful—I can hear it.
“Are you coming?”
“Yes, Colton,” she replies softly.
Her voice is calm. I bet she likes him.
She grabs my arm, her eyes penetrating mine. “Don’t go against my father. Don’t insult him. Don’t provoke him.”
I run my fingers through my hair. “Will he scold me?”
“I’m serious. You call yourself a monster, but you’re nothing compared to him.”
She walks past me, heading towards the circus, swaying her alluring hips. Maybe she doesn’t do it on purpose, but I can’t help but obsess over the way she moves.
Everyone parades behind her, all dressed in black, radiating peak bro energy. Typical mafia bodyguards.
“Keep your paws off her,” Colton says quietly.
“Excuse me?”
“If you wanna survive this place, just listen to me.”
I cross my arms. “What are you? Her nanny?”
He gives me a sidelong glance, right before he rolls his eyes. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He turns around and enters the mansion. I can tell he must be a nice man. He reminds me of Michael.
