“Wanna fuck?” At her question, his gaze sliced back to hers as he felt his body jerk in shock. “Say again?” he asked. She leaned in slightly, never looking away and repeated, “Wanna fuck?” Hop stared at her. He’d just watched her walk to him, winding through loud, shitfaced bikers and their bitches, her gait steady. She didn’t move like she was hammered, nowhere near it. Even now her gaze was clear as it held his. Still, he asked, “You had one too many, babe?” “No,” she replied instantly and moved closer. This was not good, because, when she did, he could smell her perfume. Those eyes, bedroom
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Go Lanie!
