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He wanted her. And the way she’d looked at him earlier, the
way she’d looked after they’d kissed, he was sure she wanted him too.

He rounded the bed, pulled off his boots and leather pants,
and lay on his side of the bed, alone. He wasn’t the kind of guy who touched a
sleeping woman. And even though his cock was throbbing with want, he laced his
fingers over his belly and stared at the ceiling.

Maybe tomorrow he could get to know her better. And maybe
then, they could see where things led.

Maybe.

But as she turned and snuggled up against him, he wondered
if he could last that long.

Mia was riding on the back of Garrett’s bike, the wind
whipping around her head as she clung tightly to him. The bike weaved in and
out of a huge line of cars. Mia looked behind them, and the blue Bugatti was
catching up. Her heart raced and she clung tighter to him. They had to win, just
had to.

“Go, Garrett,” she yelled, her heart thumping faster with
the excitement of the race. “Come on, baby, let’s go!”

He revved the engine at her encouragement and they shot
forward, past the crowds of people at the finish line. When they crossed it, a
full second before the Bugatti, Mia screamed with joy.

The bike swerved to a stop, and Garrett leapt from the back
and gathered Mia in his arms, kissing her passionately. She responded hungrily,
her own tongue searching his open mouth, her hands greedily roaming his
muscles. Her stomach twisted as hunger shot through her, the tender space
between her thighs swelling and throbbing. She ran her hand lower, over the
soft cotton barrier that hid his thick erection.

She slipped her fingers inside and gripped hot, hard flesh.

And then her eyes flew open.

It was almost completely dark, with only a thin beam of
yellow light spilling from the bathroom.

The
hotel
bathroom. The hotel she’d entered with
Garrett.

Whose cock was currently in her hand.

“Mia,” he rasped, raising his hips a little. “Are you sure?”

She blinked hard, trying to clear the fog from her brain.
Had he come on to her in her sleep?

Wait a minute,
she
was on
his
side of the bed.
Wrapped around him as if he were a hot dog and she the bun. And he was lying
rigid, both hands fisted at his sides while she basically rubbed up on him as
though he were a stripper pole.

Well, shit
. But now that the lid had popped off that
can, she wasn’t about to stuff the feelings back inside. She was hungry, and it
had been too long since she’d done this. And—she squeezed his thick flesh
gently—he seemed to be eager to continue.

“I’m sure if you’re sure,” she said, reaching over him to
turn on the light. She bent down, kissing him deep and slow, stroking him at
the same tempo. He groaned and his hips pushed forward again, encouraging her
to deepen the caress. She obliged him, cupping his length in her palm and
moving up and down. His tongue entered her mouth—hot, wet sweeps that made her
purr with want. Her pussy was throbbing hard now, even harder than it had been
in her dream. She rubbed the head of his cock, smiling inwardly at the drop of
wetness at the tip.

He wanted her too, pretty badly it seemed.

She wanted to swing her leg over him, straddle him, hold him
down and tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore, but she’d apparently
overestimated his patience. When she’d put one leg in the air, he pounced,
using her precarious position to tip her onto her back.

“God, Mia,” he said, pinning her to the bed and staring at
her with those beautiful pale eyes, “you’re driving me crazy.”

She bucked against him and he groaned.

“If you don’t want this, you’d better tell me now. I can’t
take much more.”

He held her by her upper arms, his legs on either side of
hers. She looked down, and his erection had slipped out of the flap of his
boxers. He was thick, long and hard, hanging there like ripe fruit, ready to be
devoured.

She lifted her knee toward her chest and used her foot to
caress that beautiful, dark head. “I would have thought what I wanted was
obvious, biker boy.” She raised her head toward his as much as she could. “Fuck
me. Hard.”

He took her mouth in a savage kiss, so roughly he might have
bruised her. This man, this stranger, was taking her exactly how she loved it,
and she couldn’t help but delight in it. Their tongues tangled, hands
everywhere, almost as much of a fight as it was a fuck. He grabbed a handful of
her hair and yanked her head to the side, allowing him access to her neck. She
moaned as he kissed the tender skin, then squealed when he bit.

“If I’m too rough,” he paused to bite her again, “you’d
better tell me fast. Because this is how I like it, Mia.”

“It’s how I like it too.” She raked her nails down his back,
pouting at the fabric that dulled her efforts. “But you’ve got too many clothes
on.”

“So do you.” He yanked her shirt up and over her head,
tossing it aside. He did the same with his, and Mia caught her breath at the
sight of him.

The tattoos on his arm she’d admired before, when he’d lost
the jacket. A new-school rendition of a gearhead’s passion, with flames, spark
plugs and machinery done in an almost graffiti style covered his left arm. On
his chest was a shield, a banner below stating “Protect and Serve”. But while
the ink was lovely, it was definitely second place to the man himself.

He wasn’t just strong, he was fucking cut. Mia ran her hands
down his abs, reveling in the structured muscle. Good god, she’d never been
with a guy who looked like this under his clothes. He must work out for a few
hours every day to look this good.

But then she glanced downward at her own body. With her
shirt off, there was nothing to conceal the extra pounds around her middle. She
wasn’t obese, but she could stand to lose a little weight. She sure as hell
wasn’t a physical match for the man above.

Disappointment flooded her.
Shit.
Now she was going
to lose this beautiful experience, and it was all because he looked better than
she did.

“Mia,” he commanded, gripping her chin and staring into her
eyes. “Look at me.”

She did. She had to. How could she not?

“I don’t know what just happened in your head, but tell me
this. Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she said as the lust—which hadn’t died a moment
earlier, just hid from the shame of her body—returned with a rush.

“Then let me see you. All of you.”

Her cheeks heated but she sat up, removing her bra, then
unbuttoning her capris and shoving them down her legs. Her panties followed and
she sat there, reclining on her elbows beneath him, her body bare.

“Here I am,” Mia said as her hungry gaze turned to him. “Now
it’s your turn. Show me.”

Garrett wasn’t stupid. It had been painfully obvious what
Mia was thinking when she’d looked at her own body after staring at his abs.

He’d never met a woman who was happy about her appearance,
and he knew, to Mia, he probably looked like a workout freak. He trained to
keep his stress level down, and sometimes that turned into long hours at the
gym. And she was beautiful, round and soft and full in all the right places.
He’d be damned if he let her get into that headspace.

It had no place in his bed.

He straightened on his knees, still straddling her legs. He
only wore his boxers, and she’d taken the liberty of freeing his cock from its
confinement earlier. Her hungry gaze devoured his erection, and it was with
some reluctance that he moved to stand beside the bed.

She fell back against the pillows. “Where are you going?”

“You want me naked, don’t you?” He slid the boxers down his
legs, his masculine pride swelling when she gasped.

“Mmmm-hmm.” She bit her lip and her hands began roaming her
own body as she watched. “Yes, thank you. I’ll have one of those.”

Garrett retrieved the pants he’d dropped on the floor and
rummaged in the pockets. Grabbing his wallet, he freed one of the condoms he kept
tucked there for emergencies. Fortunately, he’d refreshed his old stock not
long ago. Tossing the foil packet onto the bed, he moved closer to watch her.

She cupped one large breast in her hand, squeezing it
lightly. The other moved down her belly, past the jewel winking from her
bellybutton, past the tattoo cresting her thigh, to the small landing strip of
curls and lower, until he could see the glint of something shining there.

“Mia,” he asked as his cock jumped at the thought, “are you
pierced?”

She nodded, a positively evil smile curling her lips. “I am.
Want to see?”

“Hell yes.” He knelt at the end of the bed and she parted
her knees, watching as he took in the decadent sight she offered.

“Holy shit.”

She was beautiful. Drop-dead gorgeous. The petals of her
body, dewy and glistening, unfolded at his gaze. And there at the apex, just
above the tempting little nub of her clit, was a silvery ring, the pink bead
shining at him like the crown jewels. It seemed to beckon, call him forward,
and who was he to say no?

His hands shot out and grasped her thighs, jerking her hips
to the edge of the bed. And then, without warning, he began his sensuous
attack. Lips, tongue, teeth, he employed them all, being gentle and fierce by
turns, suckling that tempting ring and then moving lower, probing her depths
with his tongue, calming her cries and her twisting hips by slowing his forays,
then torqueing her up by nipping at the sensitive bud of her clit.

“Garrett, oh fuck, Garrett,” she moaned, grabbing at his
hands, his head, anything she could reach. He looked up to see her back
arching, caught her gaze to find her pupils dilated. She was going to come, and
come hard.

But not yet.

Ripping his face away, he stood and grabbed the condom. With
shaking fingers, he tore the wrapper open and rolled it on. She scooted back on
the bed without having to be told, and he smiled inside. What a good girl. He
should spank her for that.

Maybe later.

She raised her arms as she begged him, and he didn’t
withhold. He fell atop her, let her taste herself on his mouth, and it seemed
to make her even wilder as she bucked beneath him. Her pussy was so hot, so wet
from his mouth and her own response, and his cock was so full it felt close to
bursting.

He had to fuck her, and he had to do it now.

Raising himself up on his arms, he looked into her eyes. She
panted with longing, her hair everywhere, her eyes begging him, pleading not to
make her suffer anymore.

“Garrett,” she moaned, lifting her hips in supplication.
“Please.”

With one deep thrust, he entered her, and they both cried
out in pleasure. Damn, she was small, tight around his cock as he thrust. The
pressure was exquisite, as if her body was trying to wring him dry. And he was
only too happy to let it.

Her nails raked his back, the tender pain only encouraging
him to thrust harder and faster. She bit his shoulder, he pulled her hair, both
of them seeking tiny ways to dominate the other, rush that peak that was so
close it nearly drove him mad.

But when Mia’s cries grew louder, more frequent, her hips
meeting his thrust for thrust, he withdrew.

“What the fuck?” she yelled, almost sobbing. “I was so
fucking close!”

“Turn over,” he said, ripping the case off one of the
pillows.

“What?”

“I said turn over,” he snapped, and smacked her hip with a cupped
hand. She glared at him but did as he said, kneeling in front of him on all
fours.

“Hot damn,” he hissed, running a hand over her ample ass.
“And I thought you looked good from the front.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she growled like an angry animal. “Now.”

Garrett had never been one to ignore the command from a
horny woman. Positioning himself just behind her, he entered her body—and
nearly lost himself right there. She’d been a tight fit before, but in this
position? She was squeezing his cock so tightly he saw stars.

But he wanted more, and so did she. So that’s what they’d
get.

He twisted the pillowcase into a short rope and passed it
beneath her hips. Holding one end in each hand, he used the makeshift sling to
pull himself deeper. Slower at first, then faster, then a pace that had Mia
nearly sobbing as his hips smacked against her ass, his cock moving deeper and
deeper inside her, the sling pulling her back onto him.

“Garrett, please, please let me come!”

He ripped the sling away and reached beneath her,
maneuvering that little ring and the hard, throbbing clit beneath. Mia
screamed, bucking hard as her orgasm crested over them. At her body’s shudders
and movements, Garrett lost control, pouring himself deep inside her body. His
muscles trembled as he knelt there, trying to keep his heart from thumping out
of his chest.

Mia’s soft cries faded and her upper body fell to the bed,
face muffling in the pillow.

“Holy shit.”

Garrett withdrew from her reluctantly, falling to the side.
“You said it.”

Neither of them could move for several minutes. They lay
side by side with no sound except for their ragged breaths. When Garrett could
move again, he padded into the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, Mia was
sprawled in the middle of the bed, fast asleep.

He laughed to himself as he climbed into bed beside her.
“Looks like I picked up a narcoleptic.”

She snuggled against him again, but this time he just put
his arm around her and let sleep carry him away.

Mia didn’t really want to wake up, but the sunbeam that
peeked through the heavy curtains had other ideas. Rubbing her eyes, she
yawned. God, she felt yummy. Her skin was tingly, almost prickly, as if she’d
just come in from the sun. Energized, as though she’d run a marathon. Tender,
as if she’d…

A prodding at her backside brought the memory back in a
rush.

Dammit, she had. She’d fucked him.

Rolling over, she examined her bed partner. He was still
naked like she was, the sheet coming up to his waist. The super-short haircut,
which made him look kind of military, tough and dangerous when he was awake,
made him look younger while he was asleep. The cleft in his chin was more
pronounced as his cheek lay on the pillow. The muscles of his chest were still
damn impressive, even while completely relaxed.

Mia sighed. God, it had been amazing. She’d probably never
see this guy again. Damn her luck. That had been the best sex she’d ever had.

Regretfully, she left the bed and headed into the bathroom.
She’d have to wake him up soon, or she’d miss the beginning of BodModCon day
two. And if there was something she wanted to avoid today, it was Jules and
Matt crapping all over her beautiful afterglow.

When she came out of the bathroom, Garrett was awake and
looking at his phone.

“Morning,” she said self-consciously. Damn it, she should
have grabbed her clothes while he was asleep.

“Morning.” He rose without covering himself and crossed the
room until he was right in front of her. Bending his head, he kissed her
tenderly. “You okay?”

Her lips fired from the sweet gesture.
Wait, what?
She stared up at him blankly, trying to figure him out. A good-morning kiss?
She was quiet so long he repeated the question.

“Mia? Are you okay?”

“Okay? Me? God yes. I mean…are you?”

He nodded, his smile flashing that dimple. Damn it, she
shouldn’t be getting turned-on by something as simple as a dimple! “I am.” He
dropped another kiss on her lips and then went into the bathroom himself.

Mia grabbed her clothes and threw them on as quickly as she
could. Wow. She’d expected awkward, but she didn’t expect to be the awkward
one. She’d done the one-night-stand thing before, but the other party was
usually the fumbling, stumbling person in the room. This particular role
reversal wasn’t sitting well with her, and she sat on the edge of the bed to
wait for Garrett’s return.

“This bed was pretty comfortable,” she said as he exited the
bathroom, walking casually as if he paraded naked almost every day. Actually,
he could. Being that hot, he should be required to. “I slept well.”

“Me too.” He pulled on his clothes, sitting beside her on
the bed to do his bootlaces. “You said you had to be back at work this
morning?”

“At the convention. My shop is set up at BodModCon, at the
Sheraton?” Mia wrinkled her nose. “I didn’t want to go, but here I am. It
starts at ten, and they’ll kill me if I show up late.”

Garrett glanced her way, and she fought the gasp that
climbed in her chest at the way his pale gaze seemed to arc through her like
electricity. “Are you a tattoo artist?”

She shook her head as he stood. “Piercer.” He offered his
hand and she took it, allowing him to help her stand.

“Makes sense,” he said, smiling a little as if remembering.
“You’ve got some nice ones yourself.”

Mia tossed her hair to cover up the heat climbing her cheeks.
“And you need some more. With a chest like that, you could rock some nipple
rings.”

Garrett laughed, a full-blown thing that had him tilting his
head back. Mia fought the giggle that rose in her, managing to keep it down to
a wry smile.

“I don’t think I’m a nipple ring kind of guy. But maybe
later. We’ll see.” He winked at her then grabbed his jacket from the chair by
the door. “But we should get going. If we leave now, we can make the convention
by opening. Come on, beautiful.” He held out his hand and she hesitated.

She’d taken his hand three times last night. Once to be
pulled up behind him on the bike, then on the side of the road, and again when
they’d gone into the hotel lobby. Was this just a habit of his, holding hands
with women he didn’t know? Or was she wanting it to be more? God, the sex had
been great last night, and she’d be sad to see him go. Her body purred at the
memory.

And maybe, if she wanted more, she should just go along for
the ride. It had been wonderful so far.

So she took the hand he offered and walked out of the room
at his side. It was, oddly, a wonderful feeling.

It didn’t take long for Garrett to turn in the plastic
keycards and get them checked out. But when they got to his bike, he frowned
and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Give me one second,” he said to Mia. “Sorry. Trent, what’s
up?”

He went silent, and his expression quickly went from blank
to thundercloud dark. “You’re sure about this? Who’d you get it from? Shit.
Yeah. No, I know, we’ve got to move, and fast. Reg back yet? Good. Get him and
Quentin in the top floor of the building. You and I’ll go across the street.”

He fell silent for several minutes. Kicking a loose piece of
gravel, Mia crossed her arms. What kind of guy
was
Garrett, anyway?

“Did they give a description?” Garrett glanced over at Mia
then turned his back to her. “That’s pretty close. Too close. I’ll have to
bring her. We’ll have to keep her safe.” Another pause. “There’s no time. We’ll
keep her hidden. I’ve got no choice. It’s my fault they’ve seen her, so I’ll do
what I need to do.”

He cut the call.

Mia raked her curls back. “Is everything okay? That sounded
really serious.”

Garrett turned to her, his brow lined and eyes grave. “I’m
sorry about this. I know I promised to get you back on time, but something’s
come up. I swear you’ll be protected, but we’ve got to go. A lot depends on
it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t have time to explain right now. Just know that I
swear everything will be all right. Once we’re finished, I’ll take you right
back to the convention.”

She thought about arguing, but what was the use? Whatever
was going on sounded serious, and if it was really that important, she’d go
along with it. For now. “Okay. Fine. I’ll get to the convention a little late.
I might miss a couple piercings. But you can make that up to me.” She tweaked
his nipple, then turned and hopped atop his bike. “So let’s get moving, biker
boy.”

Garrett stared at her as if she had two heads, so she
smiled, winked and patted the seat in front of her. “Well, unless you don’t
like being between my thighs. Then I guess you could stand there and stare at
me all day.”

That got him moving. Two long strides and he’d reached her,
grabbing the hair at the back of her head and kissing her until she was dizzy.
When he finally lifted his head, he grinned.

“You might get to pierce those after all.”

They took off on the bike into the blinding morning
sunlight, Mia gripping his abs probably more tightly than she needed to.

But damn, they felt good.

Garret was uneasy about bringing Mia along, but he didn’t
have a choice. Not only was there a drop scheduled for some time today, someone
had spotted him leaving the street race—with an attractive girl with curly dark
hair and lots of curves. He couldn’t risk the chance that information had
gotten back to Ford. He’d have to keep her close until he was certain Mia was
out of danger. There was a chance Ford was handling this drop himself, and if
they could get evidence, that might be all they needed. She’d be safe then.

Garrett gripped the handlebars tighter as Mia leaned into
him on the curve. The beautiful woman on the back of this bike had blown his
fucking mind last night. She was so wild, so responsive, so…

Just the memory made him hard again, but he slammed the lid
shut on that. He had to focus. Distraction caused mistakes, and mistakes got
people killed. He knew that better than anyone.

The memory sobered his mood quicker than anything else
would, so when the bike rolled into the warehouse, he was calm, cold and ready
to take down Art Ford.

As Garrett cut the bike’s engine, the sound of the door
trundling down brought his gaze around.

“Mia,” Garrett said as he helped her off the bike, “this is
Trent.”

His best friend grinned as he took in the sight of Garrett’s
hand lying possessively on Mia’s hip. “Good to meet you, Mia.”

“Likewise,” she said, looking around the darkened warehouse.
“So, what exactly are we doing here?”

“Hoping to get some old business taken care of,” Garrett
said as he looked out the small, grimy window by the door. “We’re clear for the
moment.”

Trent led them across the wide, empty space of the ground
floor. “There’s a second-floor office that should give us the best view. I’ve
got the equipment up there, but I didn’t have time to set it up before I heard you
coming in.”

“That’s fine. We can take care of it now.” Garrett followed
Trent up the stairs, trying like hell to focus on the mission at hand and not
remember that Mia was right behind him, her eyes darting back and forth quickly
as she took in everything. She was quick and clever and altogether too sexy to
be near him right now. He couldn’t afford the distraction.

“Here,” Trent said, moving to the window. Garrett flattened
his body against the wall and peered out.

“That body shop right there. It’s a big drop.”

“Big enough that Ford will handle it himself?”

Trent nodded in answer to Garrett’s question, shoving his
dark hair back from his forehead. “He wouldn’t trust just anyone with something
this big.”

With a deep, steadying breath, Garrett moved away from the
window. “Then let’s get ready.” He bent to the duffel at his feet.

Mia watched as he and Trent began pulling equipment from
bags and cases. As Garrett mounted a large camera atop a tripod, he glanced
over at her. Her arms were folded over her middle and her mouth was turned in
what looked suspiciously like a stubborn expression. He began to count silently
to himself as he adjusted the camera on its mount.

Seven, eight, nine…

“Can I help with something? I feel dumb just standing here.”

Garrett cranked the knob on the tripod with a grin. Seemed
odd that he’d known her such a short time and he could already predict what
she’d say.

“You can start unpacking that black case by Trent’s feet, if
you want.”

Between the three of them, they had the surveillance
equipment unpacked and readied within twenty minutes. Garrett adjusted the lens
on the camera as Trent settled by the window with a set of binoculars. Bending
to the viewer, Garrett stared down at the body shop’s door.

“So, what do we do now?” Mia’s question broke the silence.

“We wait.” Garrett tried to ignore the anticipation bubbling
in his chest. “It might be a long while.”

“Then why didn’t you have time to take me back to the
convention first? I know this is important, but Trent’s here watching, right?”

Mia stepped up beside him but he didn’t lift his gaze from
the camera’s eyepiece. Her body heat warmed him, and he dragged in a heavy
breath. How could he tell her he’d put her in danger? How could he let her know
Ford had vowed to kill him and everyone he loved if he caught Garrett
interfering in his business again?

Simple. He couldn’t.

“It’s a long story. But right now the safest place for you
to be is right here with us.”

She let out an exasperated breath. “What are we watching
for?”

Garrett clenched his jaw, his unblinking stare trained on
the quiet street below. She was a stranger, and as soon as he knew she was
safe, she’d be out of his life for good. She didn’t need to know what was going
on here, didn’t—

Trent saved him from explaining.

“We’re trying to pull down one of the biggest drug lords in
the area. He’s the son of a powerful businessman with deep political
connections, and so far he’s been able to get off any charges they’ve stuck him
with. But he’s a murderer, a bastard and a crook. If we can get evidence and
take it straight to the press, his daddy won’t be able to cover his tracks.”

“Okay then,” Mia said, her voice calm and cool. “Not really
sure how I’m safer here, but… How can I help?”

Garrett lifted his head, looking down at her. Despite the
wildness of her hair, she seemed as solemn as a priest.

“There’s nothing you can do to help,” Garrett said simply.
“This guy is dangerous. I’m sorry to have dragged you into this. I know you’re
losing money by not being at the convention. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Hey, the money isn’t the point,” she countered. “I just
don’t understand why you want me here. If this guy is really as bad as you say
he is, then he needs to be caught, but I—”

“Garrett,” Trent called quietly. “Look.”

He didn’t waste a second in moving back to the camera. His
disappointed grunt echoed through the small room.

“Redmond, one of Ford’s buddies, just dropped off a guy and
left.” Garrett snapped the picture anyway. “But his arriving means the tip was
probably right. Redmond’s boy will be checking out the area, making sure it’s
secure before the drop.”

“So we,” Trent continued in a hushed tone, “need to start
being really quiet.”

Garrett glanced over at Mia. She’d jammed her hands in her
pockets and was staring out the window at the street below.

What had he gotten her into? What had he gotten
himself
into? He snorted. Nothing to do now but to wait for Ford to arrive, and hope
like hell he’d get enough evidence to nail the bastard to the wall.

He owed Priscilla that much.