Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“Are you a dick boss like Roger?”
“Nope.”
“Should I ask your kitchen staff when we get there?”
“Nope. But I ain’t their boss. Magnum is.” A scowl twisted his lips. “Or is supposed to be.”
“As president aren’t you everyone’s boss?”
He grunted.
“Just like I thought,” she quipped.
He shook his head. “Let’s go, woman.”
As soon as she unlocked her driver’s door, he opened it for her. As she climbed into her Highlander, she teased, “I’d say ‘what a gentleman!’ but we both know that would be a lie.”
“Bet a gentleman can’t eat your pussy as good as I could!” The exclamation point on that statement was him slamming her door shut.
Once he threw his long leg over his sled, she rolled down her window. “This better not be some kind of bait and switch.” Yes, she was up for knocking boots with the sexy beast, but her stomach needed to be satisfied first.
His answer was him revving his Harley and jerking his chin toward the parking lot’s exit.
Of course he was waiting for her to drive off. She shouldn’t be surprised that he wanted to follow her to Dick’s. Most likely to make sure she didn’t change her mind and make a break for it.
Honestly, she didn’t care who led the way as long as she got her free food and uncommitted sex. A surefire way for her to forget her shitty damn day.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
When he walked Maddie out, Romeo purposely kept the spotlights off to prevent her departure from attracting any unwanted attention. With a pair of loose sweatpants hanging off his hips, he now stood barefoot on the concrete pad outside his door as she headed to her SUV.
Properly fed and fucked, of course. One side of his mouth pulled up. He gave her the president’s special, all right.
The cooks managed to make her a respectable chicken sandwich and the waffle fries she’d been craving. Seasoned, of fucking course. Because of that, and a quick five-minute foot massage—during which she moaned and groaned as if she was having an intense orgasm—Romeo managed to have the woman he’d been craving.
She ended up satisfied… He ended up satisfied... He loved it when a plan came together.
With hands on his own hips and a full grin now curving his lips, he watched the swing of her hips before his gaze became glued to her swaying ass.
Maddie looked hot as fuck naked or dressed. He preferred the first, if anyone asked.
His heart stopped when he heard her call out, “Hey, Magnum,” just as she reached her SUV.
Magnum?
For fuck’s sake. So much for keeping Maddie’s visit on the down-low. And if anyone was going to see her, he sure as hell didn’t want it to be the Knights’ sergeant at arms.
A large, dark figure appeared from the shadows with his focus on one thing…
Maddie.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He sucked in a deep breath to prepare, since his good night and relaxed mood was about to go to shit.
The natural high he got from fucking a gorgeous woman, was about to drop like a concrete block from a twelve-story building.
Unfortunately, he was caught red-handed unless he could come up with some sort of excuse that Magnum would buy. Romeo just wasn’t sure if he was a good enough salesman.
Wait. Did she just give Magnum a wink? A fucking wink. Did he see that right? It was pretty damn dark out. It could’ve been a simple eye twitch. Like the one he had right now.
That had to be it.
“You can keep this little secret between us, right?” she asked the massive man as she climbed into her Highlander. When she didn’t get a response, she continued with, “Great talk. See you later, Mag!”
Magnum didn’t say shit to that, either. Instead, he only pointed his narrowed eyes in Romeo’s direction. That he could see clearly, despite the lack of light.
“Fuck me,” Romeo groaned as his club brother began to lumber in his direction the second Maddie drove away.
Christ.
“Need a word,” Magnum growled.
Of fucking course he did. Romeo raised his chin. “Which one?”
The answer Romeo got for his smart-ass question wasn’t the one he expected when he found himself slammed against the door of his place with a big paw gripping his throat tightly.
He didn’t even need the flickering flame of a fucking Bic lighter to see the thunder on his enforcer’s face.
Anyone else’s asshole would be puckered so tightly it had grown shut about now, but Romeo knew enough to stay still and keep his cool. He might be a lot younger and not much smaller than Magnum, but he also wasn’t a stupid fuck.
Anyway, this wasn’t some random drunk at Dick’s. Someone like that would be much easier to deal with. Instead of another beer, they got served with a fist to the face.
“What the fuck you doin’, asshole? Really determined to piss off the Fury, ain’t ya?”