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Giving myself a stern talking to, I deposited the saddlebags on the dresser and pulled out my gun.

I sat on the edge of the bed and checked that the safety was engaged before I placed it on the bedside table.

I always made sure it was close at hand when I slept.

Some people keep a glass of water by the bed.

Some people keep their phones handy. I found I slept better knowing I could protect myself in a second if things went south.

I glanced over at the shower. Bad idea. But I couldn’t look away.

The water sluiced over Piper, glistening on her bare mound as she slid a finger between the folds of flesh hiding her entrance.

She opened her eyes and stared right at me as she added another finger and slid them in and out.

Spreading her feet wide she tilted her head, letting her long dark hair ripple in wet torrents down her back.

I lowered my hand to my crotch and undid the zipper on my jeans. Yeah. She was a client, but she was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen, and I already knew how tight she was, and how responsive to every touch of my hands and my mouth. No one had ever accused me of being a saint.

I stood up, slipping my jeans and jockey shorts down and stepping out of them. My cock sprang free, hard as a rock. She glanced over at me, and I pinned her with my gaze as I took my cock in hand, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip.

That got her attention.

Her mouth opened slightly, letting the pink tip of her tongue slip out as her fingers moved faster, slipping in and out of her pussy.

I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes, tossing them carelessly aside.

Piper narrowed her eyes. Withdrawing her fingers, she moved her hands up to cup her breasts, fondling them suggestively. She pinched one nipple and scored her thumbnail across it. Fuck, my mouth watered just thinking about how it would taste if I sucked one into my mouth.

As if she could read my thoughts, Piper lowered her head and snaked her tongue out to lick one tightly pebbled nipple.

My cock jerked in response, and I gave it a couple of slow pumps, getting the satisfaction of watching Piper’s eyes widen at the sight.

She’d be a bust at poker with that expressive face of hers.

Reaching up, she grabbed a tiny bottle of body wash off the corner shelf and squirted some of the liquid out on her hands.

Working the soap into a foamy lather, she kept eye contact as she layered it over her glisteningly wet body.

She slid her hands everywhere, over her belly, down her thighs and then back up to outline the shape of her hips.

Turning slightly so I could see her shapely behind, she soaped that up too.

Fuck this. I might be too damn old for her, but I wasn’t too old to know when a woman wanted me.

I grabbed my pants and dug out my wallet.

Flipping it open, I pulled out a condom and ripped it out of the foil package.

Quickly sheathing myself, I strode across the room and paused in the doorway to give my cock another slow stroke.

Piper’s gaze followed my hands, and I saw her throat move as she gulped in a deep breath.

She wanted me, and she wanted me to know it.

Yeah. This trip was definitely going to have a lot of pleasure mixed in with the business. I stepped into the shower and cupped the back of her head, my fingers tangling in the wet mass of her hair. Blazing a kiss across those gorgeous lips, I trailed a finger down her spine.

Piper lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck.

Opening her mouth, she kissed me back. Damn, the woman had my number.

I let go of her hair and ran my palms down her sides.

The soap and water formed a slippery film that added an extra layer of sensual pleasure.

We clung together, greedily exploring each other’s mouths with our lips and tongues.

Piper lowered her arms and placed her hands on my chest. She explored with her fingers, tracing the faint scars of battles long forgotten. Then she let one hand drift down, and her fingers circled the base of my cock.

I let out a muffled grunt as she tightened her hand around me and slid her fingers from the base to the tip of my shaft and back again.

“You’re huge.” She murmured the words against my mouth.

“And you’re trouble. You know we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But I’m a good kind of trouble, yes?” She reached lower to cup my balls.

“I’m not sure there’s a good kind of trouble, but if there is, you definitely are it.” I lifted my head. “Turn around.” I guided her, my hands on her hips until she was facing away from me. “You might want to use those roaming hands to brace yourself.”

She lifted her arms, reaching out to lean against the shower wall.

I slipped a foot between hers, urging her to spread her legs wider. The sight of her waiting obediently, her back to me, trusting me to make the next move had my cock swelling even more. I ran one finger down the crack of her ass. Damn, that was inviting but I had something else in mind right now.

Dropping to my knees, I used my hands to urge her to lean her ass toward me, pushing that adorable cleft of hers right up to my face. I stuck out my tongue and gave her pussy a nice, long lick.

She let out a little squeal, and I had to tighten my grip on her hips, holding her in place as I feasted on her pussy. Damned if she wasn’t already dripping and ready for me. I slipped a finger inside her, circling until I found that one spot that made her gasp and bounce up on her toes.

I licked and sucked, feasting on her sweet juices until I could feel her getting ready to climax. I inserted a second finger, pumping them in and out until she came, letting out a squeal as her inner muscles clamped down hard on my fingers.

“Atta girl. Come for the Beast.” I kept pumping my fingers as waves of aftershocks rocked her.

When she was done, I pulled my fingers out and stuck them in my mouth, licking the taste of her off me. Getting to my feet, I positioned myself at her entrance from behind.

I could feel faint aftershocks still racing through her as I slowly worked my way into her slick channel.

Fuck, the woman was tight. Inch by inch I sank my cock deeper.

Piper lowered her head, pushed her ass back against me, and met me thrust for thrust, letting out little moans of pleasure as I filled her.

When my balls slapped up against her I held still for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy surrounding me.

She whimpered softly.

“Tell me what you want.” I wrapped one arm around her and cupped her breast.

“I want you to fuck me. Hard!” She breathed the words out.

“What’s the magic word?” I teased her, waited a few precious seconds, running my fingers over her tightly pebbled nipple.

“Please!”

“Such a good girl.” I wrapped my other arm around her, holding her against me as I pulled out almost completely, then rammed my cock back inside her.

She took it all, took everything I could give her.

I drilled into her again and again. Faster and harder, holding her tight as we bucked against each other.

I felt my balls draw up, ready to shoot their load.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” It wasn’t really a word, more of an exhale.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock, a second climax racing through her as I rammed into her one last time, letting out a primal yell of triumph as I came. I could feel her inner channel pulsing around me.

She went limp in my arms, and I closed my eyes and held her close against me for a long moment.

I nuzzled her neck. “You okay?”

“Mmmm.” She yawned. “Just tired.”

Probably exhausted. Between a day at work and the drama that followed, it was amazing she was still conscious.

I scooped her up in my arms and stepped out onto the bathmat.

Reaching over, I grabbed the biggest towel I could see and wrapped it around her.

I carried her over to bed and laid her down on it.

Dripping my way back to the bathroom, I disposed of the condom, picked up a second towel, and dried myself off. Glancing out at the bed, I could see Piper propped up on one elbow, watching me.

“You know we shouldn’t be doing that, don’t you?” I toweled my hair dry and tossed the towel aside. One of the nice things about hotels was the room service. Used towels magically disappeared to be replaced by clean folded ones.

“Why not? We’re both single and enjoy it.” She frowned. “Are you afraid Drake will find out and come after you?”

“Hell no. He’s done for as soon as we find him. He comes after me, saves us the trouble of looking for him.” I strode over to the far side of the bed and pulled the sheets down. “But I never screw around with clients, and I don’t think this is what your father had in mind when he hired me.”

“He hired your club. Or company. Or whatever it is. He didn’t hire you specifically. Besides, why would he care? It’s none of his business who I sleep with.”

She had to be kidding. I could just imagine how I would react if I found out some old fart was playing hide the wiener with one of my daughters.

I’d probably kill him. If he was lucky. “He’s not going to be pleased to know you’re fucking a biker who’s this much older than you.

” I climbed into the bed and sat up, pulling the sheets over me.

“Not to mention the fact that he’s paying me. ”

“You’re not that old.” She tossed her head, and all that wet hair flowed around her face. “And I’m almost twenty-five. You can’t be that much older than me.” She sat up and tossed the towel on the floor before she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

“I’m thirty-four, so yeah. I’m that much older.” I held up the sheets so she could climb under the covers with me.

“Age is just a number.” She rolled onto her side and squirmed back toward me.

I draped an arm over her and spooned up against her. Nuzzling her neck, I whispered, “I’m only sleeping in the bed with you because it makes it easier to protect you.”

A soft chuckle escaped her. “Yeah. That’s why.”