I have girls lapping out of my hands, forming lines for a chance to dance on my cock. Until she shows up. And it all grinds to a halt. Madison Rose Rush. No joke there. One look at her, and I feel a rush all over my body. I want that thing all the other dudes found. Love. A mate. A classy broad I probably don’t deserve.
I know one thing.
Maddy Rush—Handsome’s sexy sister—is strictly off-limits.
Is that gonna stop me?
Hell. No. Not even with the Bad Seeds MC breathing down my neck for a debt I can’t pay.
VP of Retribrewtion Brewery, heiress to the Rush Distillery empire, I’ve played by the family’s rules. I’m community-spirited, high-class, worldly-wise . . . but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m a good girl.
And Tail makes me want to be bad in ways I never even knew. He’s dangerously gorgeous. He’s affiliated with the same MC as my big brother. He has inked sleeves and sex on the brain and Max warned me away from him.
Is that going to stop me?
Nothing will stop us. Nothing. Until a rival MC—outlaw bikers—retaliates against Tail. Bad Seeds indeed.
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Handsome was nowhere to be seen. Possibly a good thing since he’d apparently ratted me out to the veep of the MC.
No one questioned my presence when I walked inside the brewery. Also a good thing. Weaving through the bottom floor, I glared at anyone who gave me a second look. I took the steps, knocked on Maddy’s door, entered before she answered.
She sat at her desk wearing . . . glasses.
“Hello to you too.”
“I was running late this morning. Didn’t have time for contacts.” She bent over her paperwork, aaaand her blouse was revealing enough I could see the creamy dip of her cleavage.
“I like the glasses.”
Fuck, do I ever.
“I’m working.” A smile curved the corner of her lips. But she didn’t look up.
The glasses were small and square and fancy.
“I see that.”
Single-minded and sexy as fuck.
“What’s this? No babies today?” She flipped a folder over and typed some shit into her computer.
“No babies.” I closed the door. Locked it. “Just me. I missed you yesterday.”
Color flooded her face, a face she kept bent down. “How much?”
“Tons.” Christ. I loved doing this with Maddy. The cat and mouse when I’d already caught her. “Got a surprise for you. To say thanks for helping with Ma.”
Her eyes darted up from some paperwork she’d just signed and fastened on my groin. “Is it a big package?”
“What?” . . . Oh . . . She wanted to fuck . . .
I could work with that.
I took off my jacket, shrugged off my shirt. Tested the doorknob to make sure no one would disturb us.
Then I stalked.
Maddy, my prey. My love. My lover. In heels, a blouse, a skirt. And those damn sexy glasses.
“I have a strict policy about not fucking in the workplace.” She backed away, her slanted smile and tilted hips nothing but pure invitation.
“Do you now?” I released the zipper on my black leathers. “You want a big package?” I shucked the leathers to midthigh, then pounced at Maddy, not that she was running away.
My lips swooping to hers for a deep wet kiss, I scooped her onto the desk.
Cock freed, I stroked the thick hard length just once. Once was enough.
Maddy nodded, unbuttoning her blouse.
I flicked the front clasp of her bra, her tits—firm, high, and supple—tumbling out. She started taking off the glasses.
“Uh uhn. Leave those on.” Pulling a pert nipple into my mouth, I ran my thumb repeatedly across the other peaked bud.
Maddy grasped the back of my head, twisting her fingers in my hair. I drew back only to lick across the mound of her breasts and onto the other nipple. Hitching her skirt up and up, I ruched it to her waist.
I cupped her pussy with my whole palm, feeling heated warmth seeping from inside.
She moaned and arched into me, guiding my mouth to hers. “Hurry. I’m ready.”
“Yeah? Hot to fuck me, sweetness?” I delved deeper into her mouth again, sliding my dick along the slickness of her panties.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her books are fun, hot, and southern-sexy.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
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