Page 15 of Tempting the President (Oro Nero MC)

Dear Ashton,

I met a guy tonight. And yes, yes, I know it’s unusual for me to talk about a guy.

But I think you would have...liked him. And he would have loved you.

Love, Your Big Sis

I RAN LIKE THE DEVIL was after me, but the Devil was fast, even without his bike, and I wasn’t too surprised when I felt fingers suddenly curl around my wrist—-

A gentle but firm yank, and I was whirled around.

Kellion Argyros stood in front of me again. We had run quite the distance, which had left me panting, but the biker didn’t look the slightest bit winded, and even his tux didn’t have the slightest crease on it.

In other words, he remained perfect even while his voice sent my world crashing down around me.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and before I could wonder why, he was pulling me towards the lamppost. Its light glared down on us, illuminating our faces. Kellion’s face turned grim. “Who the hell made you cry?”

Not wanting to answer, I tried tugging my hand away, but his hold on me was inflexible, an unbreakable bond between the two of us.

I glared at him, tugging more insistently. Let me go.

But his grip only tightened. “Tell me who made you cry, Aria.”

The way Kellion Argyros said my name made my spine tingle, in a way that I dared not think about.

In a bout of frustration, I pointed at him.

Kellion looked like I had just called him a four-letter word. “The fuck I did!”

I jabbed his chest. YOU MADE ME CRY!

“No, I didn’t.”

I jabbed his chest again.

“I fucking—-”

Unused to hearing someone with such a foul mouth, I unthinkingly covered his lips with my fingers. Stop cursing!

Kellion stilled.

I froze, too, belatedly realizing what I had done. But before I could pull my hand away, he had let go of my wrist and instead captured the hand on his mouth.

Something forbidden slithered inside me when I felt Kellion’s lips curve in a seductive smile against my hand, and I tugged more desperately. I glared at him as hard as I could. Let me go—-

My thoughts evaporated when I felt something wet and warm against my palm.

In front of me, Kellion’s pretty green eyes turned wicked.

Oh my God, he was licking my palm!

Panic burst inside me. I put all my strength into tugging then, but it was pointless, and the more I struggled, the more it seemed to make Kellion want to lick even more. His tongue on my palm drove me wild, sending sparks of sensual pleasure shoot to every corner of my body.

Lick, lick, lick—-

In a blur of movement, Kellion yanked me towards him, and my body slammed against his. It was my first time to be this close to a man, and I never thought it would feel this way. This hot. This vivid. This... hard.

Realizing exactly what made it hard had my head jerking up. If the thought of speaking didn’t make me feel so ill, I would have asked him. Really? I mean, really?

But even without me saying a word, it was as if he heard me. Actually, it was as if he more than understood me, understood that my incredulity was just a way to disguise my fascination.

How could he be so hard with just something this...simple? How could he make me feel the same when we haven’t even kissed, haven’t even seen each other naked? Was it really like this?

As if to answer me, the strokes of his tongue became languid, as if he wanted to savor the taste of my skin and remember it.

His touch messed me up, and my knees knocked harder against each other. Fear of the unknown skittered over my spine. Even though I no longer understood what was happening, I did know one thing.

This had to stop. Whatever it was, it had to stop, for the sake of my sanity.

Which meant I had to—-

I saw Kellion blink when I lifted my knee. He shouldn’t have been able to block my move, but his reflexes were incredible, and his hand deflected my knee before I could hit him where it would really hurt.

I didn’t manage to hit him, but it did force Kellion to let me go.

That was enough for me.

I ran.

FOR A LONG TIME, KELLION Argyros remained rooted to the spot, his eyes contemplative and unreadable at the same time as he watched Aria run away from him.

A fast little runner, his Aria, and it surprised him. Kellion’s first impression of her had been someone dainty, someone as fragile as glass—-

A memory flashed before his eyes, of Aria trying to knee him in the groin.

His lips twitched. The fuck she was fragile.

And the fuck if he wasn’t turned on by it.

After a moment of hesitation, Kellion took out his phone from his pocket.

Bobby answered on the second ring. “Yes?”

“I need you to tell me about a girl.”

A girl? Bobby held the phone away from her ear so she could double-check if she was really talking to Afxisi’s VP. The display on her screen told her she was. “I don’t get it.” She really didn’t. He was Kellion Argyros. He could have any girl he wanted.

“Not just any girl. I need you to tell me where I can find Aria.”

She hung up.

This time, Kellion did laugh. Somehow, it felt fitting that Bobby and Aria were friends.