Blackmail (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance) (4 page)

Shane groaned and his hands came up to pull me even harder against him. I could feel him stirring against my leg, the sensation so unfamiliar and yet so primal, evoking a response in my body that was as old as time itself.

My gambit appeared to be working, distracting Shane from the events over lunch. It also prevented me from tripping up and letting slip that I knew that the business was a front for illegal motorcycle club activities. I didn’t trust myself to be able to lie convincingly about it, and so I did the only thing I could think of - the thing that I’d wanted to do ever since I’d walked in for the interview and saw his face.

His hands were everywhere, tugging at the base of my hair, running down my back, cupping my ass through my clothes. I needed them against my bare skin, giving me the pleasure that I knew he could.

My clothes disappeared with alarming speed, dropping to the floor until I was standing in front of him in my bra and panties. Shane was still completely dressed, which made me feel like a stripper or some kind of whore about to service my client. I couldn’t believe how big of a turn-on it was.

There’s no way this feels this good!
Just the touch of his roughened hands on the bare skin of my back was almost overwhelming, driving me out of my mind with need and want and lust. A low growl rolled from deep in my chest as my frustration at his level of dress came to the fore.

With a goal in mind, I was able to focus better. His leather jacket dropped from around his shoulders, but his t-shirt was caught on his arms without his cooperation.

Finally I snarled in frustration. “Get this off, now.”

The amused glint in his eye brought me back to earth. It was entirely unlike me to give a command like that. Especially to my boss. Especially during sex.

“Please?” I added, tone more plaintive.

Shane chuckled and took his hands away from where they had been occupied groping my ass. “That’s a side of yourself that you are going to have to show me more of,” he said. “I haven’t had a woman order me around like that in quite a long time.”

I lost the thread of the conversation as his hard abs were revealed. His tattoos were webbed across his torso, the ink suiting him and highlighting the firm curves of his muscles. His powerful chest was exactly as the tight shirt had advertised; broad, smooth, and so sexy that I had to taste it.

Action followed thought, and although I’d never had the urge to put my mouth anywhere near a man’s chest before, I’d never seen one as nice as this. His skin was hot beneath my mouth, and he was so much taller that I didn’t have to bend my head at all.

The disappearance of the shirt wasn’t enough. I needed more, greedy and not satisfied when I knew what was in my future.

The shirt had been needed his help, but a belt was a belt, and in no time his pants fell down around his ankles, followed by his boxer briefs as soon as I could hook my thumbs in the waistband.

“Oh!”

I couldn’t form any more words than that as his cock, heavy with blood, bumped against my bare thigh and drew my gaze downward. It was magnificent, somehow suiting his body perfectly.

I looked up into his eyes, seeing the passion that blazed with intensity there.

“Your turn,” he said, the words a low rumble carried on a voice roughened with lust. I was so hot and ready for him and the way he announced his intentions only stoked the fire.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around me and turned, placing my ass onto his desk. It didn’t feel like it had required any effort at all for him to lift me, not something that I could have said of any of my ex-boyfriends.

Shane moved back a step.

Why is he pulling away? Did I do something wrong?

The fire still burned in his eyes, raced along his skin in an almost visible blaze. The intensity was almost scary.

“Take off your bra.”

Without the fumbling, urgent actions of earlier, I felt exposed, uncertain. The only thing I knew for sure was that he was definitely still into it. His erection left me no doubt of that.

I summoned my courage, and reached behind myself to unsnap the bra.

“Now the panties.”

His eyes roamed my body hungrily as I took down the little slip of fabric, baring myself to his gaze, nowhere left to hide. Despite his response to me so far, for some reason I knew that this would be the point that we would pronounce himself disgusted and tell me to get out of his sight.

“Open the drawer below you and hand me one.”

Inside was a box of condoms. The sight gave me a little shake, and threatened to moisten my eyes. I tried not to let myself think about why he would need a box in here and how many women he had seduced in this exact office, in this exact way, on this exact desk. There was no point in ruining the moment. That was something Future Jackie would have to deal with. Present Jackie would not, could not be denied.

When he was ready and came close enough for me to wrap my arms around him once more, I found that I wasn’t sure of myself.

“Shane…”

“Look at me.” His command left me no room to do anything else. “I will stop if you tell me to, but I want this. I know you want this. Let this be.”

It felt wrong, but as his head pushed up against my core, it felt so right. I nodded hesitantly, and he pushed his hips forward.

Wow.

As perfect as his cock had looked attached to his body, it felt even bigger and better inside of me.

My eyes fluttered closed to focus on the sensations that Shane created inside of me. It was a symphony of sensation, a languid journey that wrapped tendrils of fire around my skin like a sheath, until every nerve was aflame and every movement brought me closer and closer to fruition.

“S- Shane… I’m going to come,” I told him, as though he couldn’t figure it out for himself. I needed him to know that I was reaching an apex, a peak, the end of the journey. He deserved to know the exact moment that I crashed through my euphoria.

As my inner muscles started to move and spasm, I could
feel
the way his member swelled, growing larger and harder, adding to my own pleasure as it started to fire off inside of me.

I shook in his arms as the tidal wave washed through me and kept going, giving no mercy, no option but to dig my nails into his back and hold on for dear life.

The comedown was swift and sweet, and to my surprise I didn’t find myself full of regret and remorse like I thought I would.

Shane turned away to dispose of the condom, and I looked around for my underwear.
Where the hell could they have gotten to?
Once I’d located the bra on the floor behind the desk and the panties hanging off the back of one of the chairs, I shimmied into them as quickly as I could, suddenly shy.

“In a hurry to leave?” Shane asked, eyebrow cranked.

Feeling even more like a cheap whore as I got dressed into Stace’s short skirt and low cut top, I averted my gaze. “It’s getting late. My roommate will be getting worried, I need to get home.”

He looked like he had to swallow back some words, but merely nodded as he pulled on his own underwear. Had that been a hint of disappointment? Had Shane Hamilton actually expected more from this than a brief office fling with the newest assistant?

A piece of my heart was pulled by that thought, screaming at me to go back into his arms and stay there for as long as he would have me. The rational side of my brain shut down the impulse. I needed to find a way to get the information the blackmailers wanted from me, or else I was as good as dead. There had been nothing of value that I could find on his computer after lunch. I couldn’t afford to fall in love with Shane Hamilton.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked.

He didn’t speak, merely nodded, his eyes indecipherable. I could feel them on me all the way out the door.

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