“I didn’t come just for the sex,” she said, giggling as he opened up the button of her jeans.
“You wear way too many clothes.”
“Next time do you want me to come in just a coat? Be completely naked for you?” she asked. She didn’t know if she’d ever have the guts to do something like that, but for Preacher, she’d give it a try.
“Fuck no. There’s no chance in hell I’d ever let anyone catch you naked.” He kissed her hard. “You’re all mine, Robin. Not even Bishop can catch a glimpse of you.”
Preacher pushed her legs wide, his fingers finding her slick heat.
“You’re so wet.”
“I’ve been thinking about you.”
“Good.” He pushed a finger inside her, then a second. She watched him as his thumb stroked across her clit, igniting a need so great she didn’t know if she was going to be able to hold it together.
“You can’t scream. You’re going to have to come silently,” he said.
With his other hand, he covered her mouth.
“I can’t have any of the guys running in here trying to help.”
She gasped as he twirled his fingers inside her and started to stroke over a zone within her body that made her ache and scream, desperate for more.
“Fuck, look how sexy you are. Yeah, baby, you want it, don’t you?”
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
“I’ve no intention of doing so. I want to see you come apart for me.”
His hand covered her mouth the instant she began to come. He muffled the sound of her climax, but it didn’t stop her from enjoying it. The moment it was over, she collapsed against him, and he continued to stroke her, building her for a second, but this time, she didn’t come.
When she was close to orgasm, he stopped touching her and slid his cock deep inside her.
He felt perfect.
He pushed her back, and she stared into his eyes, holding onto him as he began to move.
“I’m not going to look at this desk the same way again. Do you know that? I’m going to be thinking about how good you look, and how much I want to see you come apart for me.”
His dirty words only served to enhance her need for him. He rode her hard, the desk not moving.
“Fuck. I’m not going to last.”
She felt him come, and as he did, it set off a mini-orgasm within her. Afterward, they were both panting.
“I didn’t expect that,” she said.
He kissed her again, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips before sliding in. “What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know, but not that.”
“When it comes to you, I can’t control myself.” He kissed her hard.
“I hate you leaving at night.”
“I know. It’s not easy for me to kiss and leave.”
“Then stay. We said we weren’t going to be sneaking around.”
“I know what we said, but right now, I’m close to completing something and I need all my men to be focused on this, not on what I’m going to tell Bear and my son.” He cupped her face.
“You still want to tell them, don’t you?”
“More than anything. That hasn’t changed. What I want will never change. I still want to be with you, but when I tell Bear, your father, I’m keeping his daughter for myself, it’s going to have consequences, and I need them all focusing on O’Klaren.”
“O’Klaren?” She couldn’t help but tense up.
“You know how important this is.”
“Of course I do, but don’t you think it’s a little dangerous? He’s not a good guy.”
“Neither am I, and he needs to learn the error of his ways. He’s only been in town a short time, and already he’s caused too much trouble.” He kissed her again, and this time, he pulled away.
He didn’t leave her though. Her cheeks heated as he got some tissues and used them between her thighs, wiping away the evidence of their lovemaking.
“Don’t you think it’s a little unwise to be going after O’Klaren? He’s a cop.”
Preacher helped her into her jeans, and rebuttoned her shirt. She hadn’t even realized he’d started to unbutton it in the first place.
He cupped her face, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Do you trust me?”
“Then know that I’ve got this handled.”
“Is this about … the baby?”
She tucked her hair behind her ear as he put his papers right.
He took hold of her hand, pulling on it so she had no choice but to sit in his lap. He put one hand on her ass and the other on her leg, holding her.
“Yes, it’s about the baby.”
“Why can’t you leave it alone?” she asked. Tears threatened to spill down. “I know it’s who you are, but … I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“I’m not going to get in trouble. Do you think if I leave O’Klaren alive, it’s going to send the right message to my enemies? They’re looking for a way to kill me, Robin. I can’t give them a chance to think the club is weak or that I’m weak. What he did, in the eyes of the club, was punishable by death. O’Klaren will die at my hands. If you repeat any of this, you know the consequences.”