Page 25 of Tracking Luxe

“Not like that, no.”

“What do you mean, you’ve tied women up for…” Oh…bondage. Sexy, sexy bondage. Naughty biker Nathan.

Heat bloomed in the apex of her thighs.

She forgot all about sitting on his cock, her knees resting on his powerfully strong thighs and her hand buried in the nape of his hair under his hat, she was barely blinking, her breath coming in short excited pants. “You have…Really?”

“Haven’t you?”

Blink.Blink.

“No. You were the first one. Can’t say I was a fan of it.”

“Would you have liked it in different circumstances?” his thick voice scraped over Luxe’s skin, dragging desire like he had a little red cart of it he pulled everywhere with him.

She felt caressed by that voice, his breath fanning her face as she rocked on his lap.

Who was teasing who again?

“No,” she replied honestly. “I don’t like losing control.Dios, this feels good, doesn’t it, Nathan the kidnapper?So good. I could do this forever, use you like my own naughty slave for everything you did to me.”

He made a strangled noise and the fingers that dug into her hips hurt in a good way, he moved them to her ass, tunnelling his finger into her flesh, squeezing real hard, she was glad she had extra padding down there when he forced her to sit fully down on his cock poking herright there, if not for their clothes he would be shoved up inside her, he grunted and when she met his eyes she was in no doubt he wanted her.

Wanted her.

“You can if you want to.Useme, love. Take it all out on me, make mesufferfor what I did, oh fuck, yeah. I’ll take it all, make you come as much as you want to.”

Blink. Blink.

Was her head swimming because she had a little alcohol buzz, or because of what he was offering her?

Use him…

CHAPTER EIGHT

“And he died of cocktease.” - Grinder’s epitaph.

Holy fuck.

Fuck.Fuck. Shit. Fuck. There was no way Luxe wasn’t trying to kill him.

One death by erection coming up.

His face was one of horror and desire both. His head was going to explode. Dizzy, his cock full of blood drained with speed from his skull.

He felt like he was being punked but with a lot more grinding pussy involved.

The heat of her through her jeans, his jeans andChrist…the hotness radiating from between her thighs burned the top of his straining cock. The rushing of testosterone whipped through him until his bones shuddered.

Lips made for torture brushed his neck and his dick planned an assault to break free of his clothes.

Luxe’s next words near had the tip of his cock detonating. “I think I’d like feeling you move inside me.Usingyou so good.” Hips rocked on top of him, Grinder reminded himself to pull air into his lungs as his fingers tightened on the top of her thighs.

He was in hell. He was in heaven. He was about to die.

So fucking turned on he could hardly hear as she mewled more sex in his ear, bit the lobe and went to town back and forth. Goddamn jeans in the way, he wanted her naked on top of him rubbing her pleasure, taking everything out on him.

Having to really remind himself she was drunk, he didn’t take advantage of the inebriated, even those he wanted to fuck until New Year’s.