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her the other half. They each chewed their portion slowly before he took a drink of wine, lifted her head, and gave her a sip as well. Then, he peppered her plump lips with succulent kisses, enjoying the way she arched as he worked his way from her lips to her neck.
    Jake placed his palms on the tabletop and hauled his body over hers, tempted to rub against her as he grab another sushi roll from the unexposed breast. Again, he fed her a portion of the roll before following up with more wine and another lingering round of passionate kisses.
    He worked his way up and down her fit form, leaving the best for last. Then, he stripped off his shirt, practically ripped down his zipper, and stepped out of his jeans.
    “You forgot one.”
    “I see that,” he said, bending down and grabbing his wallet from his pocket. Slapping the tri-fold on the table, he tried to defy the hard male rolling to the fore, the horny man who had been dying to work his cock inside her since the day before.
    He’d had enough foreplay. He’d known enticement and now that he had experienced it in the nth degree, he would soon know fulfillment, too.
    This woman laid herself out to him, naked and nearly bare. Now, he would show her how much he appreciated her hospitality. And he wouldn’t stop with a thank you.
    Jake would work his tongue inside her pussy and pleasure her in a way she’d never known. And when he finally drove his cock inside her, he would make it count. He’d love her hard and wild.
    When he was done, he’d leave her with a warning.
    Drug and gun lords’ daughters didn’t play on the wrong side of the tracks. They didn’t tempt a bad boy with the sweet promise of sexual fulfillment night after night after night.
    No, a mobster’s daughter didn’t play on those tracks for a reason. In a biker’s world, only two kinds of women rode steely rails. Those who were often invited to ride the midnight train with all sorts of passengers and those who rode off into the sunset with their happily ever after, but even then the old ladies had their share of problems. Full patch members, at least most of those he knew, were rarely loyal to their women.
    Logan and Sassy quickly entered his mind. Victory and Devon were worth a thought, too. Okay, so maybe some bikers were loyal to their women. Just because the vast majority of the Heroes and Rogues weren’t didn’t mean they were all one in the same. He’d seen the greatest of loves between the club president and his old lady. And Logan Marcs gave new meaning to pussy-whipped.
    Then again, Logan Marcs wasn’t a biker.
    He flinched at the thought. If Autumn were his, wouldn’t he be loyal? Wouldn’t he be true? Regardless of the club or the feds who had him in place, wouldn’t he be a good man, a decent husband to the right woman?
    Of course he would, but that was because he wasn’t a biker. He was an undercover agent in a very dangerous biker gang. And that was the real reason, his truest motive actually, that he would fuck her, leave her, and never allow himself to think about Autumn Lake again.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    “Oh my God!” Autumn clenched her fists at her sides and spread her legs wider, pumping her hips off the table as Jake jammed his tongue inside her walls, licking her closer and closer to orgasm.
    They’d had a wonderful time together, playing and teasing. Serving his dinner from her body had worked out well for both of them. He no longer handled her with kid gloves and she no longer pretended she wanted him to wear them.
    He slapped the hell out of her pussy and the resounding pat rang out around her. A burst of heat exploded in her pussy and she came to an upright position, aware of her expression twisting into the O-face, the face she remembered a previous boyfriend claiming she’d only had once in the three years they’d been together.
    She and Jake wouldn’t have that same problem.
    She slammed her body forward, shifting front and back, up and down. She