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He tore his mouth away from my breast and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans. “Lose them.”

He tugged downward, and I quickly unzipped them and wriggled my way free. Tossing the pants aside, he slid one hand down to cup my center. His eyes locked on me, blazing heat. “Shit, you’re ready for me, wet as fuck.”

I bobbed my head, not trusting myself to speak.

Liquid heat washed through me as he slid one finger through the folds and inside me. I whimpered and ground myself against him. Wanting more. Wanting him inside me.

“I need to taste you.” He lowered his head, his hands grasping my hips as he swiped his tongue across my pussy, while inserting a second finger.

To say I went ballistic would be an understatement. I fisted his hair, holding him against me as he tongued me, and finger fucked me at the same time. I rode his fingers and his tongue, mindless of anything but the heavenly feel of him between my thighs.

He twirled his fingers, finding that spot that had me whimpering as darts of white-hot lust burned through me.

He pumped his fingers in and out, rotating them to make sure I felt every single move he made. His warm breath trailed over my naked body. “Come for me, Emma. Let yourself go.”

His tongue swirled around my clit, and the sensation sent me screaming over the edge. My pussy tightened around his fingers, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through me.

Ace lapped at the liquid dripping from my pussy, his tongue scooping up every bit of moisture. He kept his fingers inside me, moving in silent rhythm as the aftershocks slowly faded.

“Better than coffee,” I muttered as I slumped against him. “Who knew?”

He chuckled. “You mean sex?”

I mumbled, my eyes still closed. “Yeah. Morning sex is better than morning coffee. I don’t think I can move now.”

“No problem. I’ll do the moving.” He stepped back, and I immediately felt bereft of his warmth.

I opened my eyes and saw him toss his boxers aside. My gaze tracked lower, and I gulped at the size of his erection.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Concern flashed across his face.

I shook my head. “No. It’s just, that is… I didn’t get a good look at you. Before. You’re huge!”

He grinned. “Now that’s what a guy likes to hear.” He ripped open the condom he’d produced as if out of thin air and quickly sheathed himself. Stepping forward, he positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. I’ll do all the work this time.”

I spread my legs wider, as if cradling him between my thighs would somehow help ease him in.

“This time? You plan on making a habit of this?”

“Morning sex in the kitchen? Hell yeah.”

I leaned forward. “Kiss me.”

He shook his head. “Not yet. I want to see your face when I come inside you.” He held onto my hips, his movements slow and rhythmic. His cock eased its way in, and he kept the gentle rhythm up, pushing deeper and deeper until his balls were tight against my ass.

Pleasure danced across every nerve ending. I felt deliciously full. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back, moaning softly.

“Like that?” He nibbled on my earlobe.

I gasped, unable to form a coherent sentence. Hooking my heels behind him, I matched him thrust for thrust as he picked up the pace. Faster. Harder.

I couldn’t hold back, I came first, muffling my scream against his shoulder.

My muted shout triggered Ace’s own climax, and he didn’t bother to try and hide it. “Fuck, woman! You are amazing!” He thrust one last time before collapsing against me.

He rested his chin on my head, and we snuggled there for a few moments, panting softly.

I felt content, complete. I didn’t want to move, to speak. It just felt so right.

Ace’s phone rang, breaking the spell. He pulled out of me and picked the offending tech up.

“What?” He barked out the single word.

I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but the look on Ace’s face told me our morning tryst was over. He glanced over at me, mouthing an apology before he strode out of the room.

Club business . I was beginning to hate that phrase.

* * *

Ace

I wasn’t about to tell Emma how close someone had come to breaching the perimeter. Fuck!

The prospects caught him sneaking in the shadows, but they’d been a little overzealous.

Guy was out cold. Hard to get answers from someone who wasn’t conscious.

I checked to make sure Emma was distracted for the moment and slipped out the back door.

Thor met me outside and led me to the garden shed where they’d secured the intruder.

“Don’t look like anyone I’ve ever seen around, and he’s not wearing a cut.

” Thor shrugged his shoulders. “Might have taken him for a guy in the wrong place at the wrong time, except we found this in his pocket.” He handed me a folded slip of paper.

It had my address on it, along with instructions to kill the girl and anyone who got in the way.

Clipped to the top corner was a grainy picture of Emma. Now where the hell had they got that?

I pocketed the paper, and hit quick dial to Beast, the club enforcer.

“Yeah?” Beast was a man of few words.

“Got an intruder. Need you to find out what you can from him.”

“Location?”

“My place. Thor has him trussed up in the back shed.”

“On it.”

The connection went dead, and I pocketed the phone. “Beast will be here shortly. Do whatever he says. Let me know when you have any info for me.”

“Yes, sir.” Thor nudged the intruder with the toe of his biker boot. “Tiny is checking the perimeter to make sure there aren’t any other nasty surprises waiting for us.”

Already regretting letting Emma talk me into staying here, I nodded curtly. The clubhouse was way easier to defend. I pivoted on my heel and headed back to the house.

When I entered, I found Emma pacing back and forth in the mudroom. At least she’d had the sense to stay in the house. She halted; her arms crossed. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“You tell me it’s ‘club business,’ leave the room, then sneak out the back door. So, what the hell is going on?”

I sighed. “Someone tried to slip past the prospects and get into the house.” I handed her the piece of paper Thor had found on the guy. “Looks like they’ve connected us. I didn’t think they’d manage that quite this quick.”

She studied the paper. “That’s my college ID photo.”

Damn. They knew where she worked, where she went to school, and her name. It wouldn’t take much to find out her home address and anything else they’d need to track her down. “This information is public? Anyone with a computer or smartphone would have access to it?”

She frowned. “I guess. All they’d have to do is search the university website.”

“What else is on that website? Your address? Phone number?”

She shook her head. “No. But it would list my classes, and it wouldn’t take much to get from that to where I’m going to be, and when.” Realization flickered across her face. “I can’t go to school until this is over, can I?”

“Sorry, babe, but no.”

“They’ll boot me out of the program if I’m a no show for too long.”

“How long is too long?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“How about if you have a medical reason for not showing up?”

Her hand went to the wound on her side. “You want me to tell them I was shot?”

“No.” I reached out and pulled her toward me.

I couldn’t resist touching her any longer.

“Shadow is our tech guy. He could hack in and place something on your record that shows you have a medical reason for not attending. Maybe meningitis, or some type of disease that requires you to quarantine. How much time is left in this semester?”

She squinted. “It just started, so almost four months until exams.”

“Perfect,” I said. “Meanwhile you stay with me.”

“I can’t miss months of classes and expect to pass an exam.”

“Shadow can have lessons sent to you. How about we just have him insert a vague doctor’s note for now and see what happens? Might fix this quick.”

The frown on her face told me how likely she thought that was. Too bad. Until we had this thing under control, she’d just have to learn to trust me. Meanwhile, it gave me a chance to woo her. “Want to go out to dinner with me? Somewhere fancy?”

She blinked at the sudden change of subject. “What?”

I used one finger to tilt her head back so I could skim a quick kiss across her lusciously pink lips. “Dinner. With me. Fancy-ass. Not a cheap take-out joint.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m irresistible?”

She snorted. “Try again.”

“Because you’re stuck with me for the next while, and we can’t spend all our time in bed. We should probably get to know each other better. And I’d really like to take you out on a date.”

“Like a real date? Okay.”

It was my turn to look confused. “Okay? Just like that?”

A gorgeous smile lit up her face. “Just like that. Remember, you said fancy, so I expect you to deliver.”

“Done!”

“So where are we going?”

It was my turn to grin. “You’ll have to wait and see. It’s a surprise.”

“Fair enough. Just tell me, do I need a ballgown, or will a dress and heels suffice?”

I pretended to consider. “I think a nice dress and some heels will work.”

“And just when is this fancy date taking place?”

“Tonight is as good a time as any. Say six thirty?”

Her jaw dropped. “Tonight? You know those kinds of places need reservations, don’t you? Like weeks ahead of time? Especially for a Saturday night.”

I gave her a smug look. “Not a problem. I know a guy. “