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Charley dug inside her pocketbook. I really need to clean this thing out. She sifted through receipts, candy wrappers, and other miscellaneous items before she looped her finger through the key ring. She was still getting used to having her own key for Nash’s place. I mean, our place.

She unlocked the door and walked inside, locking the door behind her.

She started up the steps to the main living area, rounded the staircase, and continued on to the upper level.

For as spacious as the house was, there were only two bedrooms. Charley had suggested using the spare room closet for her clothes since Nash had the master closet completely stocked.

All it took was mentioning it once, and the following day she’d come home to half his closet vacant and waiting for her things.

Charley entered their bedroom and heard the shower running. She tossed her pocketbook on the leather chair and kicked off her shoes. She was tempted to change her clothes, but it would’ve been a waste of time. She had to go back to work.

Charley walked to the bathroom and peeked inside the opened door.

There was a light steam clouding the mirror and glass.

It wasn’t enough to obstruct her view of Nash standing under the water with his head back and his neck stretched.

His back contracted, outlining each muscle.

His body was a work of art. Absolute perfection.

She leaned to the side, resting her shoulder on the doorframe and slowly angling her head. Her gaze followed the flow of the water from the top of his head, splashing over his shoulders, streaming across his back and ass, and rolling down his long muscular legs. All mine.

The corner of her mouth curled when his body turned, gifting her with a new and very impressive view. Seconds later, as her gaze drifted upward she found a pair of blue eyes staring back at her. Heat rushed from her chest to her cheeks. She lifted her hand, giving a short wave.

“Hi.”

Nash’s eyes darkened, and he slid the door open.

He curled his finger, beckoning her. Charley was tempted.

So damn tempted . It was a fantasy come true.

She hadn’t shared it with Nash, but they were definitely on the same page.

She pushed off the doorframe and took a step inside the bathroom. It was the worst timing.

“I’m on lunch break. I’m working a double, so Elle gave me an extended lunch. But I have to go back.”

“How much time do you have?”

Charley shrugged, mentally doing the calculations. “Less than ninety minutes.”

Nash smirked. “That’s not a lot of time.”

“No.”

“Then you better hurry your ass up, get naked, and get in here.” He narrowed his gaze. “Or you’ll be late.”

Charley bit her lip. “Nash.”

He held up his hand, curling his finger again, and gesturing for her to get in the shower.

This was a bad idea. But… She grabbed the hem of her shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and tossing it on the counter.

As the seconds passed, the pile of clothes accumulated until she was left standing naked a few feet from the door.

She inched closer but her steps were too slow for Nash, and he reached out, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her inside the shower.

His lips came down on her hard as he backed her farther into the shower. It was double the size of the largest shower she’d ever been in. There were benches on either end and tile through the whole shower.

His hands were everywhere, sliding over her back and down to her ass.

Charley pressed against him, feeling his cock slip between her legs, sliding against her pussy.

It was the ultimate tease. His tongue dipped past her lips, tasting her and groaning.

This man was incredible for her self-esteem, treating her as though she was the most beautiful woman on the planet.

His hands cupped her ass, and he lifted her, hooking her legs around his waist.

This is shaping up to be better than my dream.

Nash stilled, and she blinked open her eyes.

He was staring back at her. “What dream?”

“I said that out loud?”

He cocked his brow, his lips twitched, and he gave a small nod.

Shit! “It doesn’t matter.” She leaned closer for a kiss, but Nash turned his head slightly, denying her.

“Tell me.” His voice was rough and demanding.

“We had sex in the shower.”

The rumbling of his chest vibrated against hers. “What position?”

She gulped. “From behind.”

She caught the spark in his eyes. “Tell me more.”

Her face heated, and her heart pounded. It was one thing to have a fantasy in the privacy of her own thoughts.

But another to express it. Nash obviously grew impatient with her resistance, and he loosened his grip, forcing her to drop her feet to the shower floor.

He backed her up, and the water sprayed over her head.

He kissed her again, but this was different.

There was an urgency, or maybe it was passion.

His tongue tangled with hers, his hands moving over her body and sliding up to her hips.

She was so lost in the kiss, she gasped when his grip tightened, and he spun her around quickly.

Instinctively, she raised her hands, spreading her palms over the tile wall. His chest was flat to her back, and his lips skimmed over her shoulder and up her neck until his mouth caressed over her earlobe.

“Like this?” Nash growled, and his hands moved over her stomach and up her chest, cupping her breasts. His thumbs slid over her nipples, teasing her, and she moaned, sinking deeper into the wall.

His hand dropped down to her thigh, and he lifted her leg, planting her foot on the bench and leaving her spread open.

This hadn’t been part of her fantasy, but she was keeping her lips sealed.

His cock slid inside her. Charley ground her teeth, dropping her head back into the crook of his neck with the water pelting over her body.

It was better than any fantasy she could’ve dreamt up.

Her nails scraped over the tile as he pounded inside her. Nash gripped her shoulder in a tight hold, sliding his free hand up her back and into her hair. His fingers scraped over her scalp then twisted, grasping a chunk of her hair and pulling. Her head fell back, and she moaned.

“Fuck, Nash.”

He thrusted inside her, grunting. His strokes were long and fast, hitting in all the right spots.

The small bite to her scalp from his tight grip only intensified every stroke.

Her skin tingled, and her muscles tightened, and she felt her orgasm coming on like a freight train at full speed.

She sucked in a breath, and Nash twisted her hair, forcing her to turn her head.

His lips came over hers hard, stealing her breath.

She moaned inside his mouth as she came. He was only seconds behind her. He ripped his mouth from hers and slammed into her pussy, groaning so loud it echoed off the walls until there was only silence. Her breath was heavy, and as his grip loosened, she dropped her forehead to the tile.

His lips trailed over her neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Yes, we are.

****

This was the last place he’d ever thought he’d be. Nash hadn’t made any plans on his solo ride other than heading up north where the roads weren’t congested and the scenery was tranquil. He’d intended to take Charley, but with her schedule, he hadn’t found the time.

Nash had been riding for over an hour and found himself on a familiar road.

Much like most towns in the area, there were miles of open land, not a huge population, and they weren’t friendly to many outsiders.

It was on the outskirts of Killcreek, about ten miles south.

As he came up on the turn, the beat-up sign for the local bar and strip club came into view.

He’d heard of it in passing and knew it was frequented by the MC.

He slowed down as he passed, glancing over at the parking lot.

There were three bikes lined up, the green standing out among the two black and chrome.

Nash made a left into the second entrance and parked on the side of the building.

He got off the bike, removing his helmet and hooking the strap over the handle.

He drove his hand threw his hair, dusting off his jeans as he entered the bar.

Dive bar. There were only a few in Lawry and none he’d ever visited.

Nash had come to enjoy the finer things, including expensive restaurants. Still, he could see the appeal.

He stopped just outside the door, scanning the open area.

There was a large wraparound bar to the right with seating on both sides.

A dartboard and pool table sat in the rear with a small stage opposite of the front door.

The odor was a combination of stale cigarettes, beer, and a flowery scent. Women’s perfume?

“Well, what the fuck do we have here?”

Nash turned to the table in the corner on the left.

Cross lifted his beer, taking a sip and eyeing Nash over the rim.

He was seated between Ace and Wraith. The VP and enforcer seemed surprised to see him.

The president didn’t. The corner of Ace’s mouth curled, and he lifted his chin to the open seat at their table.

Nash made his way through the bar, glancing over his shoulder at the bartender.

His gaze watched his every move, laced in suspicion.

It made sense. While Nash was dressed casual in jeans and a T-shirt, his vibe screamed outsider.

Possibly cop to the locals. The thought had him smiling as he pulled out the chair and sat.

“Far from home, brother.” Ace cocked his brow. “Want to see how the other half lives?”

Nash scoffed. “I know how the other half lives.”

It may have been long past him, but Nash wouldn’t forget where he came from and what he’d done to get out.

Cross lifted his hand. “Need another beer.” He looked over at Nash. “You ain’t gonna get that top shelf bullshit you’re used to here, brother.”