His Property (Iron Bandits MC)

I had given myself a spa-shower, going the whole nine yards with the shaving, salt and oil rub, eyebrow fixing, blow-dry, et cetera. Then I dressed in my favorite sexy sundress and shoes. I was on a mission, and I wanted to be looking and smelling and feeling my very best.

I was freaking nervous.

I knew he was at work—I had actually called to verify this with Trini and asked her not to let on that I had called to check. She looked me up and down when I entered the shop, then smirked at me hard and gave me a double thumbs-up. Super subtle.

But I wasn’t here to be subtle. I figured, go all-in or go home. I was going all-in.

So, in response to Trini, I gave her a small smile, and headed straight back to Jack’s office. His door was mostly shut, but I could hear him talking. I just kept up my pace. Nothing was going to side-track me now.

I knocked lightly on the door as I opened it wider, and found him on the phone. He’d been facing his computer monitor and talking numbers, but as soon as I entered his eyes were on me, and he said, “Listen, I’m gonna have to call you back.” And he hung up the phone.

I closed the door behind my back and, with both hands behind me, leaned against the door, letting his eyes take their fill.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, his voice coming out a little lower than normal, a little growly.

“Yeah.” Wow. My voice had dropped, too.

I was so aware of him—how beautiful he was to me, his eyes, his scent, his very presence—that for the moment, I couldn’t think beyond that.

He gave me several seconds, but when I said nothing more, he prompted, “What is it, Ellie?”

Whereas when I had first entered, his eyes had been warm, surprised, welcoming. But now, he looked guarded, colder. Crap, I was screwing this up already.

“I made a huge mistake.”

“Yeah, you made that clear several weeks ago.” He was turning his attention back to the stuff on his desk.

“No, you don’t understand…Jack, I really fucked up. I didn’t know…I… Would you just please stop that and look at me?” I was starting to panic. I needed his eyes. I needed him to be open to hearing what I had to say.

He gave it to me immediately. “You want my attention? You got it for two minutes. Then, I got work to do.”

Okay, that was a little harsh, but fair.

“The thing is, Jack…I was so scared. I was so scared, and the whole thing went back to the fact that I was thinking about you when Brian came in and took Peter.

And I thought that I couldn’t do that, couldn’t allow for anybody else to distract me…”

“Yeah, Ellie, you told me all that. I got it. No need to tell me again.”

“No, you’re not…Just listen, please, for a minute. The thing is, I still can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about how I miss you. About your eyes. About your mouth. About your body. About your wit. About how you laugh at me in the mornings. About how you love Petey. About how you care for everyone in your circle, like it’s a mission. About how you fit inside of me. About…”

Somewhere in the middle of all that rambling, Jack had stood up and zipped over to me at the door. Before I could go on, he had his mouth on mine, his hands at my ass, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around him with better-alignment for easier kissing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on, and allowed our tongues and lips to reacquaint in sexy slides, rubs, and nips. I could not get enough, and the feeling was apparently mutual. Thank God.

“I need you now,” he growled against me, and rocked his pelvis up into my own. We had too many clothes on.

“Yes, now.” It was about all I could manage.

“Fuuck.” Holding me up by my ass, he swung us around and cleared off the greater part of his desk with a single swipe of an arm. Once I had my butt planted on it, I turned my attention to undoing his belt buckle and fly. He got my dress off me, unsnapped my bra and sent it flying, and had my panties down to my knees already as I worked his pants and boxers down his thighs. He took over from there, and I pulled his tee shirt up and off while he kicked off the jeans. We were both naked in record time.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Damn, but he made me feel beautiful.

“I’d rather you touch me,” I invited.

He smirked at me, but easily gave in to my request, lightly passing two fingers through the soft, wet folds of my pussy and encircling my clit. Oh, lord.