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I shuddered, fevered moans escaping me with his quickened pace.
    A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I didn't fight the tension building up in my core when his eyes looked into mine, his hips rolling against mine like a snake as he worked himself in and out of my sex.
    His eyes told me to let go, like he understood how hard that usually was for me in all things. Like I needed to do that right now, right here, with him. And I did. Locking gaze with him, I moaned as the pleasure broke out and coursed through me, filling my limbs with the warmth and intensity of a pleasure that called his own eruption to surface.
    We crashed into one another, his thrusts more insistent as my sex clamped around him, and we shook with release. Letting go of it all and gaining everything just the same.

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H e left the door connecting our rooms ajar when he left, sometime after we both fell asleep, twined in one another's arms after what had equated to a midnight marathon of sweating and heaving chests, and... a deeper bonding than I ever thought I'd grant him. The next morning should have been my “walk of shame” to the breakfast lounge, but I sat in thought on that for a long time.
    It hadn't been the tonic. I wasn't ashamed. I'd been on fire, but it was kindled way before the test. When I pushed the door separating our rooms open with a slight creak, his eyes met mine, and I grinned. He was already awake, and he reached out, pulling me onto the bed with him.
    Our lips met easily like the lips of lovers.
    I wasn't ashamed.
    We got into it again well before breakfast, this time taking it slower than we had the night before. We fit far more easily than we had at first. Maybe that was our thing. We began in conflict, too, but now... we were connected.
    I wondered if anyone could sense it when we went down to breakfast together later. Sue had the usual sage look on her face, but she didn't say anything that hinted at her suspicion. She might have known, though.
    “What do you think of the special?” He asked me, his eyes smiling before the humor reached his mouth.
    “It was... interesting.”
    “Yeah. I don't think I'll be having it again, either.”
    “At least it's super healthy.”
    “We'll leave the seaweed to the fish,” he said with a wink.
    “Or in an easy-swallow tablet,” I replied with a grin.
    We both started at the letter dropping to the table between us. It was opened. Spark, a testier member of the crew, looked down at it with a deep frown.
    “What is it?” Link asked him, his brow creasing at Spark's theatrics.
    “Read it for yourself.”
    I recognized the look in Spark's eyes; it was almost murderous. My gut clenched, and the reality of where I was and what I'd been doing hit me. As if the events from the previous night hadn't been enough.
    I was in the lounge/warehouse bar of one of the town's most infamous motorcycle clubs. Clubs in which guns and manpower were final solutions to competitive problems. To add to that, I'd just slept with one of the higher ups in command. Twice. And everything within me wanted to do it again.
    I'd completely lost focus of where I was.
    My attention turned to Link, and I watched him lift the opened message on the table. It had the mark of a dragon on its edge, and Link's frown told me it definitely wasn't news he'd wanted to receive.
    “Well, your cousin's alive. He claims he burned the shipment to evade a road block.”
    Link's eyes lifted to meet mine before they returned to the message in his hand.
    “The Ghosts worked him over pretty good for that, apparently, but he says he got away.
    “Where is he?”
    The words came tumbling out, my breathing erratic as hell.
    “He's definitely got a price on his head if what he's saying is true. They'll off him out of spite.”
    I swallowed my nerves, trying to gather whatever inner calm I could.
    “He didn't betray you then.”
    “It appears not.”
    “So you're going to help him?”
    “It's not my call. And he