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Sawyer

Of course, she was there late. Working. Helping. Getting paid shit. She was the guardian angel this town didn’t even know it had.

And she was sexy as hell.

I stared for a moment. The overhead lights were off in the office. It was probably some money saving timer.

A small desk lamp cast a soft glow around her.

Brunettes were never my speed, but Bess Geary had gorgeous dark hair, she wore it up. I’d never seen it down, except in my imagination. Her long legs were crossed at the ankle under the desk, she was always the lady always dressed for work.

I walked up to her, my boots hitting the floor made her look up.

“It’s late. What are you doing here,” She asked, and Bess’s chocolate eyes scanned me. My biker exterior couldn’t be more of a contrast to her classic beauty.

Everything about her was sexy to me. I loved those pencil skirts she always wore, the gray streak at her temple, and her passion. I wanted to be inside that energy and heat that came off her in waves. I craved it.

“I was looking for you. You didn’t show up. I got worried.” Lately, if I didn’t know where Bess was, I couldn’t focus. Her presence or lack of it was becoming a central part of my existence.

Bess took off her glasses and leaned back from the pile of papers she’d been hunched over.

“That’s new. I normally do the worrying.”

“Yeah. Time to clock out. I’m taking you out of here.”

“I can’t. I have work.” I stepped closer to her desk and gripped her chair from behind. I slid her chair away from her desk.

God, she smelled so good. It wasn’t perfume, it was her.

I leaned over her and switched off her light. I closed the file.

I watched her chest move up and down. It wasn’t just me that felt the attraction when we got close.

She’d been pretty damn insistent she wasn’t interested. She was old enough to know that the president of an MC came with complications. But I’d had enough. I’d waited too long. I wanted her. Now. Consequences be damned.

I put both hands on her shoulders and eased her out of her chair. She was still as a statue but for her breath. There was a half second that she could have pulled away, said something funny, put up a wall. But she didn’t.

It was the opening I’d been waiting for. Patiently. Since I’d first met Bess Geary.

I put my lips on the back of her neck and inhaled that scent of hers.

My teeth scored her soft skin, and she leaned back into me. Her round ass pressed up against me. I slid my hands from her shoulders to the top of her silk blouse. A sigh escaped her gorgeous full lips.

That sigh let me know she was in. All in.

I turned her to face me and surrounded her in my arms.

Her neck was my undoing. I gave it my full attention for a moment and to make sure she was ready for the next step. My lips on hers. I slid my tongue up. I kissed her skin, I inhaled her.

And then paused.

“Open your eyes,” I told her. She did as I instructed. I watched her lush lashes as she slowly lifted them up and her eyes focused on meeting my gaze.

“They’re open.”

“Good. I’m not turning back. I want you to understand that.”

“My eyes are wide open Sawyer. Finally.”

I kissed her. I meant to be soft, I intended to be sensitive. But that’s not what happened. I kissed her hard. I wanted to consume her. My body was greedy for hers. It took over what my logical mind had intended. It told me to go slowly, but I couldn’t.

But this kiss. Her mouth. Her warmth. Slow wasn’t an option.

She had leaned back on her desk, I had my hands in her hair, and she opened herself to me.

Then all hell broke loose. If I’d known, I would have let her run.

If I could’ve seen the future, I would have kept my hands off, for her sake. The MC was about to go to war, and I was the general. No one near me was safe.

But I was selfish. I had to have her.

So I kissed her. No other woman had ever come close, or ever would. I knew. Club war be damned.

Or I would be.