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and built for riding rough and fast, better than any motorcycle known to man.
    We navigated the hushed nighttime corridors. I had half a mind to bend her over right there. The straps of her thong peeked out on her hips and at the heart of her ass—white lace and so hot. Nasty, naughty, and nothing like I’d ever expected Officer Kingston to be.
    I was so fucked.
    “Room number?” she asked. “And don’t you dare say sixty-nine.”
    With a sense of humor. I was so very fucked indeed.
    She continued to walk until I clasped her hip. “You missed the mark, darlin’. We’re back here.”
    “I’ll make sure I don’t miss the mark once we’re inside.”
    And my cock went thump-thump.
    I keyed the door open and ushered her in before me. After it closed, I leaned against the wall.
    “Want a drink or somethin’?”
    “Or somethin’.” A dimple appeared in her cheek, and Ashe tossed her hair back. She sauntered toward me, using that swish-sway roll to her hips. She stopped before she made contact. “I want a drink of you. God, I wish I had my handcuffs, I’d lock you up to the bed and fuck you every way I want.”
    The back of my head hit the wall. I grunted as a pure shot of arousal thundered to my cock. “You don’t need to handcuff me to do that.”
    “What do I need to do to get you naked for me, handsome? Huh?” She rose to her tiptoes, whispering against my ear, “Do I need to kiss you? Strip for you?” Her hips swiveled against me, hitting me just so, just right. “Do I need to . . . tell you I can’t wait to suck your cock until you come in my mouth.”
    I shoved my thigh between her legs. Grabbing her hips, I rode her up and down the muscled length. “Just need to ask.”
    Her neck arched with her moan. “Take your off clothes. All of them. Now.”
    “Strip search?” I lifted an eyebrow as she danced away from my clutching hands.
    “Something like that.”
    Jesus Christ. Ashe risked her life for a living, road a bike like a Hell’s Bitch, and carried a gun almost every day. For the first time I was out of my depths, being dragged under, and completely fucking drowning in a woman who gave as good as she got.
    Not for long. Brodie Steele had something to prove to Officer Ashe Kingston.
    “Let’s take this to the lounge,” I found my voice.
    “I thought you’d never ask.” On the way down the short hall, she pulled her mini-shirt up and off.
    I stopped dead in my tracks. Her back sinuously curved to the indent of her waist, and from there her hips swelled. Ashe may have been small, but she had the classic hourglass figure.
    She turned with a tilt to her lips. “Coming?”
    Almost.
    In the lounge, she stood in front of the two-seater couch. In profile, her tits swelled beneath the arms she held over her body, blocking a complete view of the creamy mounds and hiding her nipples. What I did see of her was enough to make me grab my cock at the base and choke it.
    The inked flowers on her midriff curled over her ribs to her back in bright orange and leafy green. The tat twined up to the bottom of one tit. I couldn’t wait to taste all of her. And I really wanted to see her nipples, suck them, make her come from my mouth at her breasts alone.
    She started to crouch.
    “Stop,” I ordered, moving in front of her.
    Ashe dropped her arms from her chest. Her full breasts bounced. Perfect nipples topped them, pale pink, gumdrop hard. “I thought I was giving the orders here.”
    “Oh, babe, you definitely are. But I don’t want you on your knees until I undress for you.”
    She lifted her chin in challenge. “I’m waiting.”
    I chuckled. “Why don’t you take a seat?”
    Ashe slipped onto the sofa. She spread her thighs, and I stepped between them. When her arms lifted to my waist, her cleavage deepened, and I saw stars.
    “Hands off,” I said.
    Resting against the back of the couch, she laid her palms on her thighs. Her nipples deepened in color as she tugged on her bottom lip with her