Page 21 of Kingpin (Blackjacks MC #1)

I cupped her pussy through the black lace of her panties, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. Hattie sucked in a shaky gasp. I scraped my teeth over her skin, then smoothed the flat of my tongue over the red welt I’d left behind.

“Oh, God,” Hattie whimpered, pushing deeper into my palm, rolling her hips. “Officer Shepard will start wondering where I went—”

I peeled her panties to the side, teasing my fingers along her slit. With my free hand, I bracketed her throat ever-so-lightly, with no pressure. Just enough to get her attention, to make her eyes lock with mine.

“The next time some prick lays a finger on you,” I said, low and hoarse. “You call me. Doesn’t matter where you are in the world. Doesn’t matter if you’ve been married to an uptight, rich dickwad for years. You. Call. Me. Is that clear?”

Hattie took a breath to answer, thighs trembling. I thumbed at her clit, making her flinch with a needy whine. Then I slipped two fingers inside her.

“It’s only been two days since we last fucked, baby,” I murmured with satisfaction as Hattie’s eyes rolled back in her head. “And your pussy is sucking my fingers deep like she’s starving to death, poor thing.”

A door slammed from somewhere in the stairwell above us. Hattie’s walls clenched around my fingers. She gripped my wrist, fingernails clawing into my skin.

I crowded closer, bracing one elbow on the wall, next to her head. Footsteps echoed on the stairs. But Hattie didn’t pull away. Neither did I.

She shifted, biting the inside of her cheek. I cupped the back of her neck and tucked her face into my chest to muffle her.

My fingers sank further into her pussy, knuckles-deep. I curled and twisted and stroked her fluttering walls as she panted and squirmed against me.

Another door opened and closed. The footsteps were gone. Silence returned to the stairwell again.

As soon as we were alone, I tilted Hattie’s head back to kiss her. Swallowing her moans as I hammered against her G-spot.

Her phone went off, ringing in her purse. Probably Shepard, trying to track her down. We had definitely blown past our allotted five minutes.

Hattie ignored it anyway, frantically rolling her hips, so close to her orgasm, throwing caution to the wind for her pleasure. My cock was hard as steel, seeing her desperate like this. I could have sworn the zipper of my fly was imprinted on my skin.

Fuck, I had to be inside her. I needed to feel her scorching heat wrapped around my cock. I needed to watch her taking every inch and fall apart for me.

The phone stopped ringing for about thirty seconds. Then it started up again.

We were out of time.

I pulled back, leaving Hattie empty. Her cream coated my fingers, dripping down into my palm.

“Neil,” she rasped in a voice tight with sexual frustration. “You can’t just—”

I dropped to my knees in front of her. My woman. My queen. Palming her thighs, I guided her close and kissed her sensitive, throbbing clit.

Hattie arched, nails scrabbling at my scalp for purchase. I licked a hot, wet stripe over the stiff peak of her clit. Breathing in the scent of her arousal. She tasted like the sweetest heaven, so desperately fucking herself on my tongue.

I pinched her clit between my teeth until she was writhing. My name fell from her lips, over and over, head thrown back.

At last, I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked.

“Fuck,” Hattie moaned.

She came with a full-body shudder. Thighs quivering, body arched in exquisite bliss.

Her phone kept ringing and ringing. She shoved her purse off her shoulder with frustration.

Hattie gazed down at me, eyes dark with lust, smoothing her hands through my hair. I could feel the aftershocks that rippled through her, and I knew she wasn’t done. She needed another. And another.

I reached around, filling my palms with her plush ass. Kneading her soft flesh. Wishing more than anything that I could take her home and fill her with my cock properly.

Instead, I rose to my feet and adjusted her panties, sliding her skirt down. Hattie gripped my shoulder for support as she tested to see if her wobbly legs would hold her weight.

“That…that was not why I wanted to talk to you,” she said.

“Really?”

Hattie glanced away, but not fast enough to hide the twitch of a smile at the corner of her mouth. She touched her hair, twisted up off her neck, checking to make sure I hadn’t messed it up too much.

“What did you want then, Hattie?” I asked.

She didn’t answer right away. Her phone rang. Again. I sighed and took a step back. Hattie retrieved her purse and checked her phone.

“It’s Officer Shepard. I’ve been gone too long…”

She trailed off, stowing her phone back in her purse. She fidgeted with her clothes, attempting to smooth the wrinkles out of her skirt to no avail.

I reached out and cradled her chin, tilting her head up.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you wanted.”

Because I’ll give you the world, I thought. You should know that by now.

Her lips parted as she took a breath to speak. Hattie hooked two fingers in the silver chain around my neck, tugging it free from the collar of my shirt. She toyed with my wedding ring for a moment.

“I’m glad you were here,” she whispered.

A small, tender smile flickered across her lips. Then she tucked my wedding ring back under my shirt and patted my chest, before she slipped out the door.

I blew out a breath and sagged back against the wall, willing the bulge in my jeans to be a little less noticeable before I left the privacy of the stairwell.