Page 3 of Marked by the Protective Biker (Heat & Ink)

FELON

She’s right. We shouldn’t be doing this, and I shouldn’t be touching her.

Maybe it’s the thought that I’m about to walk out of here and leave her unprotected.

Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve yearned for her since I first saw her, or maybe I just can’t hold back anymore, but I don’t move back, and I don’t remove my hand.

“We shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t touch you. Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head side to side, and I grip her tighter.

She sucks in a breath, and I tell her the one thing I’ve never said to her before. “I want you to quit. I can’t leave you here, Em.”

Her eyes widen, and she sputters, “I can’t just quit. This is my job… my calling.”

I try to calm myself, but just thinking of her here without me makes me crazy. “Why? What made you want to do this job?”

She shrugs and says in a hushed voice, “My brother was in prison, and he died here. He didn’t have anyone that believed in him or tried to help him.” She jabs her finger into her chest. “I couldn’t be here for him, but I can be here for someone like him.”

I shake my head. “Honey, it’s not safe.”

She juts her chin at me, and I can already tell she’s not going to listen to a word I say. “I can take care of myself. I’m not stupid, I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to get a job here. I thought about it and prepared for it.”

I have no doubts she thinks she can defend herself, but if she’s up against someone that is twice her size—which is the case most times in here—then she doesn’t stand a chance. My voice deepens. “I don’t know how I’m going to walk away knowing you’re here. I won’t be able to protect you anymore.”

She gives me a doubtful look. “We both know that even when you’re gone, you’ll still have control in here. I may not know a lot about your club, but I do know that people respect it… respect you.”

I slide my hand up to the apex of her thighs. She looks at the door and then back at me. I lean over and whisper, “I want to touch you.”

She pauses, and I don’t relent. “Don’t try and lie to me, honey. You want me to touch you, too.”

Her breath hitches shakily, and I pat her between the thighs. “Pull your skirt up.”

She sucks in a breath and looks at me and then at the half-closed door again. She wants to do as I ask, but the rule follower in her resists me. I pull my hand away and pat the folder on her desk. “Read to me.”

She looks at the papers, and I pat them again. “Read to me, honey.”

She opens the folder that has my name on it and starts to read. Her voice is soft in the room, and I tug at the material of her skirt. “Pull this up for me.”

With her eyes wide, she hikes her skirt up and sits back down. She turns to look at me. “We shouldn’t. I mean, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

I lean in, wanting to kiss her so badly, but I don’t. Instead I put my hand over her panty-clad pussy. The gusset is wet, and I stroke my finger back and forth along her warmth. “You’re not doing anything, Em. You’re just sitting here, reading to me from my file.”

She hisses, and her legs widen.

I slide my fingers under the silky material, and as soon as we’re skin on skin, she tenses, gripping the desk in front of us. There’s a movement at the door, and when I see Bradley’s back, head tilted, looking at his phone, I put my focus back on Emily.

She’s stopped reading, and I chuckle. “You need to read… or say something, Em. If it’s quiet…” I let my voice trail off because I don’t want to say the words. If she’s quiet and someone comes in here, I’m going to have to stop, and I’m not sure I can.

She’s soaking wet, and I know it’s because of me. I grunt at her ear. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re soaked, baby. Is this all for me?”

Her head falls back, and she whimpers. Fuck, her arousal even sounds good.

As I pump my finger in and out of her, the sounds of her whimpers and her wet pussy fills the room. “Talk, Em. You need to talk.”

She starts talking again, and it’s like she’s talking from memory.

She’s relaying what’s going to happen when I leave tomorrow and everything I’m going to have to do to adjust to normal life.

As she goes on, I press my finger to her clit, circling it, applying more pressure until her hips start to jerk and she’s gyrating against my hand.

Her hand goes from the desk to my wrist, and she holds on to me. Her grip is tight, and I whisper to her, “You want me to stop?”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head side to side. “No, please, no.”

She’s so close, and I stroke her swollen nub relentlessly. I feel her body tense, and when her orgasm hits, she moans. I put a hand to her mouth to stop the noise, and she bites her lip. Her pussy clenches around my hand as she rides it to completion.

When she comes down, it hits her hard what she just let me do. Her mouth drops, and she panics.

I pat her pussy, pulling her panties over to cover her. She’s pulling her skirt back down her legs, and I can’t stop myself. I put my fingers in my mouth and moan around the taste of her. Both her hands are back on the desk, and she’s looking at me as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Her whimper fills the room, but I don’t stop until I’ve licked my finger clean and her tang is coating my tongue.

She lifts her eyes to mine, and the way she looks at me is my undoing.

I thought I could walk away tomorrow. Yes, I would make sure she was protected behind these walls, but now it’s not enough.

I need to know she’s always protected. I need to know that anyone and everyone knows not to touch her… because she’s mine.