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CHAPTER 16

Teller touched nearly every inch of Sachie’s body, kissing and tonguing his way across each breast and down her torso until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

By then, she was on fire, her nerves tingled, and she wanted him inside her so badly, she thought that if he didn’t get there soon, she might spontaneously combust.

He settled his big body between her legs and draped her thighs over his shoulders.

The position left her vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do, which was at once scary and incredibly exciting.

His thumbs parted her folds as he blew a warm stream of air over her heated clit .

Sachie’s breath caught in her throat as she waited for his next move.

A flick of his tongue made her gasp, and her back arched off the bed.

Another flick, and she reached for his hair, her fingers holding him there as he flicked and nipped at that nubbin of delight, sending incredible sensations shooting through her body.

She writhed beneath him and moaned softly.

For a moment, he paused. “You okay?” he asked, his breath warm on her sex.

Forcing air past constricted vocal cords, she managed, “Yes. Oh, yes.”

His chuckle warmed her heart while his tongue set her on fire, working her up to the very edge. But he didn’t stop until she catapulted over the top. Even then, he continued to flick, suck and lave her clit as she rode the exquisite wave of her release all the way to the very end.

Sachie collapsed against the mattress, breathing hard, still trembling from her release.

Teller climbed up the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms.

Confused, she frowned. “Wait. That’s not all, is it?”

He kissed her gently. “We don’t have to go any further. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything. ”

She leaned back, frowning. “Feel obligated? What the hell are you talking about? Obligation is not what I’m feeling. What I’m feeling is that was just the beginning. Please tell me you’re not stopping here. I want more.” Maybe her anger was an extension of her desire, because she was fired up and ready to take charge of her own satisfaction.

She leaned up and pushed Teller onto his back. “What happened to me in the past is just that...in the past. I want to make love with you. Not for you to give me an orgasm and be done.” Sachie mounted him, planting her knees on either side of him and started lowering herself over his thick, hard erection.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Teller held up the packet he’d fished out of his wallet.

Sachie snatched it from his fingers, tore it open and scooted down his thighs. Then she rolled the condom over his cock, her hands working it all the way down. She fondled his balls for a moment before getting back to what she wanted, what she desired.

Him.

All of him.

Filling the emptiness inside. Making her feel special and amazing, not dirty and disgusting.

She rose over him and lowered herself onto him, taking his length into her slick channel. She was in control, going after what mattered to her. Instead of feeling dread at the way his body responded to hers, she felt powerful. She’d made him feel that way. Made him desire her.

And he liked her for who she was—all of her, despite her sordid past.

She rocked up on her knees and back down, increasing the speed and intensity with every pass.

Teller’s hands gripped her hips, guiding, not forcing.

His body tensed beneath her, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust upward to meet her downward momentum. Then he tightened his hold, bringing her down on him and holding her there, his face tight, his cock throbbing his release inside her.

For a long moment, he held her hard against him until his body finally relaxed.

Sachie lay down on him, her breasts pressed to his naked chest. She loved the way his chest hairs tickled her skin.

Teller’s arms came up around her, his hands smoothing across her back.

Sachie rested her cheek against his neck and inhaled his fresh scent, committing it to memory. Just because they’d made love once didn’t mean it would happen again. They’d only known each other for two days. Teller might not be looking for a long-term relationship .

For that matter, Sachie had never considered one, happily resigning herself to the single life.

Until Teller Osgood had burst into her life. Now, she was reevaluating her so-called happy solitude and coming up short.

Not wanting to spoil the moment dwelling on a future she couldn’t predict, Sachie gratefully remained where she was, content to stay there as long as she could.

A loud rumble sounded beneath her.

“Was that your stomach?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

She leaned up on her hands and frowned down at him. “You’re hungry.” A statement, not a question. Her belly rumbled as if in response to his. “We haven’t eaten since Ule’s breakfast burritos. You must be starved.”

“I don’t need food when I have you.” Teller pulled her back on top of him.

A moment later, his stomach rumbled again, and hers did, too.

She laughed and slid off him onto the bed. “I’m hungry, too.”

“They have a great restaurant in the hotel. We could dress and go down for a bite,” he suggested.

“Or we could call for room service,” she said.

“I like that idea,” he said, sitting up. “We can have dinner in bed and be creative for dessert.” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows wickedly.

Warmth spread through her at his words. Maybe their lovemaking wouldn’t be just a one-and-done event. Her heart filled with hope.

The voice at the back of her mind warned her not to get too attached to the man.

Sachie pushed the negativity even further back in her mind—at least for the moment. They had a dangerous mission ahead of them. She’d let herself dare to hope for more. She’d come back to reality soon enough.

Teller placed the order. While they waited, they dressed in some of the clothes they planned to wear to the biker bar later, holding off on the doo rags they’d use to cover their hair, the leather, fingerless black gloves and the spiked collars.

Without the accessories, they looked like a couple who preferred wearing monochrome outfits in their black shirts and black jeans. Serviceable, but not inspiring.

Well, Teller would inspire all in black. He wore his jeans well with his tight ass and muscular thighs. And he was completely badass with his black T-shirt stretched across his broad chest.

When a knock sounded on the door, Teller went to answer, checking through the peephole first. “The food’s here,” he said as he released the chain, twisted the deadbolt and pressed the door handle down.

The door exploded inward, knocking Teller backward. He staggered and righted himself in time to block a blow from a man wearing a hotel staff member’s shirt over leather pants.

Another man stood behind the first, unable to get past the two men blocking the narrow entryway, throwing punches.

Sachie searched nearby for anything she could use as a weapon against the attackers. She grabbed the ceramic lamp on the nightstand and yanked its cord out of the wall. The lamp was bulky and unwieldy, but it would have to do since the only other option was the remote control. It wouldn’t even put a dent in the wall, much less in someone’s head.

Teller ducked and jabbed, landing some punches where it counted and taking some that made Sachie wince.

If she could get close enough without getting in Teller’s way, she could slam the lamp over the man’s head.

She inched up behind the Teller, dancing backward when he backed away and moving forward when he advanced on his attacker.

When the man pulled a knife, Sachie’s heart stuttered .

Teller dodged several swipes of the blade and suddenly grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife.

“Get back!” he yelled.

Sachie scampered backward with her lamp as Teller dropped onto his back, pulling the man with him. Then he flipped the guy over his head.

The attacker lost his grip on the knife as he crashed into the dresser and landed flat on his back at Sachie’s feet.

Before the asshole could catch his breath, Sachie slammed the lamp down on his head.

The man lay still, unmoving.

Teller was back on his feet, fighting the second man. They tumbled into the bathroom, out of Sachie’s sight. When she started forward to help, the guy on the floor groaned.

Sachie shoved the guy hard, rolling him over onto his stomach. Quickly, while he was still out of it, she brought his hands behind his back. His arms were heavily tattooed, and one of his hands had the pyramid with the eye inked in black. She tied his wrists together with the lamp cord, cinching it as tight as she could. Then she ripped a sheet off the bed and hurried toward the bathroom.

Teller flew through the door into the narrow entrance, his back slamming into the closet doors. His attacker, a bigger guy than Teller, leaped out and grabbed Teller by the throat.

Teller pushed his hands up between the man’s arms, knocking them away. Then he grabbed the man behind the head and shoved him downward. At the same time, he jerked his knee up, slamming it into the guy’s nose.

The big guy staggered backward toward Sachie.

She flung the sheet like a net over his head and yanked hard.

The big guy toppled backward and landed on his buddy, struggling to free his head and face from the sheet.

Sachie leaped up onto the bed, out of reach of the man’s waving hands. She snagged the bag of biker accessories and her purse, then dropped to the floor and ran.

Teller threw open the door. Once she’d gone through, he followed her out into the hall.

As she turned toward the elevator, two men stepped out, dressed in black leather. They turned to the right, studying the room number direction signs.

Making a split-second decision, Sachie grabbed Teller’s hand, leaned against his shoulder and spun away from the elevator. Walking quickly, they moved in the opposite direction from the two men. Sachie lazily swung the bag like they were a honeymooning couple just getting back from shopping. When they reached the end of the hall, Sachie glanced over her shoulder.

The two men had realized they were headed in the wrong direction and started back toward the elevator.

Teller paused at the last hotel room door on the floor, pressed Sachie’s back to the door and leaned in for a kiss. “Ready?” he whispered.

She kissed him first and then nodded.

Teller took her hand and ran for the stairwell.

As they burst through the door, they heard a shout behind them and footsteps pounding down the hallway.

In the lead, Sachie raced down the stairs, sometimes taking two at a time or jumping over the last two steps at each landing.

Teller was right behind her.

They’d made it down two flights when the stairwell door above slammed open. Heavy footsteps thundered down the concrete and metal stairs.

Sachie moved faster, praying she didn’t lose her footing.

When she reached the bottom of the stairwell, she shoved open the door leading into the lobby. Teller grabbed her hand and led her to the rear of the building, pushing through a door into an empty conference room. They ran past stacks of chairs and tables to the opposite end and through another door. This one led into what Sachie assumed was the staff area used when staging decorations and catering. Eventually, they found an exit onto a loading ramp.

Teller jumped down, reached back, and swung Sachie to the ground. Keeping to the shadows of the building or the landscaping, they worked their way around to the front entrance and watched from their hiding place.

The four men in black leather and tattoos exited the hotel, climbed onto their motorcycles and roared away.

Sachie was happy to wait another five minutes before leaving their hiding place. Then, they hurried toward the car, slid in and drove away from the fancy hotel where they’d spent a beautiful evening making love.

“That was close,” Sachie said.

Teller nodded, his face bruised, his bottom lip busted. “Too close. What I wonder is how they knew where to find us?”

“Seriously,” Sachie agreed. “We went all over the place today with no problem.”

“Until we went to the Boys’ Club,” Teller said.

“And the guy snatched my purse.” Sachie frowned and reached for her purse, which she’d dropped on the floorboard. She found the button for the overhead light and switched it on. Then she removed the contents one at a time, inspected them and dropped them into the accessories bag. She checked every compartment and pocket. At the bottom of the slot she used to hold her sunglasses, she found a small metal disk. “What the hell is this?”

Teller glanced at what she was holding, and his lips pressed into a tight line. “If I’m not mistaken, that’s a tracker.”

Sachie’s stomach dropped. “Son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Teller agreed.

“If the rest of the gang is that friendly at the Leather & Chains bar,” Sachie said, “we might have to rethink our approach.”