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an idea.”
    “Sassy, I don’t need this sort of thing. You know that, right?”
    “What if I do?” She tilted her chin upward. “What if I told you I’m more comfortable having sex when I know others are nearby, maybe even watching?”
    “What are you saying?” Given her history, he just might believe exhibitionism suited her.
    “Maybe I want to be on display. Maybe I want you to treat me like I’m your old lady.”
    “And what if I want that to be true?”
    “I guess I’ll just have to see how well you use that tongue of yours. Then I’ll let you know.”
    “Damn you know how to make a man hard.”
    “Let me feel,” she said, shoving her hand forward. She stroked him through his jeans and watched as his black eyes shimmered like coal. “Hmm…yeah, you’re right. I do.”
    He assaulted her mouth then, taking a kiss he’d meant to steal the moment they were alone, but enjoying the way she felt, how her body melded to his as they made out in front of the MC, the club full of men who had become more like his brothers than his enemies. He grabbed her legs and hoisted her into his arms, grinding between her thighs and wishing he could strip away the clothing barriers and fuck her right there.
    She arched her neck and moaned, climbing him as he dry humped her against that very public wall. “Now, Logan. Take me right here.”
    “Not yet,” he muttered, stroking her lips with his tongue.
    “When?” She clutched his shirt and squeezed him with her thighs. “Oh God, Logan, when?”
    He thrust against her, rubbing his dick over her mound as he rolled his hips forward and back, doing his dead-level best to arouse her.
    The crowd was loud. The music was blaring. Conversation had muted when they’d first entered the room, but now, the chatter was alive and frantic, everyone returning to their own forms of celebration.
    Devon was coming home and a party was in motion. The Heroes and Rogues viewed Devon’s release and Damsel’s confinement a win for the club, a first place ribbon pinned to their door.
    Logan fed her his tongue. The lust brewed between them as he tangled his fingers in her hair and held her close, dreading the moment when she’d back away or ask him to stop. “God, woman, you make me crazy.”
    “Show me,” she encouraged him, locking her ankles behind his lower back.
    She dropped her hand between their bodies, unhooked his belt, jerked down his zipper, and freed his cock, giving him a hand job worth remembering. “Ah, baby,” he crooned.
    She tugged him forward, pulled him back. “Feels nice, right?”
    “You have no idea,” he whispered at her lobe. He was dying to tuck his cock inside her, fuck her crazy, and screw her until the first hint of morning light.
    Sassy Road was his woman, his old lady. All others be damned if they touched her.
    Hiking up her short leather skirt, he clutched her hips and drew her forward, gently puncturing her with the head of his penis. “You don’t want to take a walk and finish this in my bedroom?”
    “It’s too late now,” she purred, throwing her head back.
    He bit his bottom lip and slipped right inside her folds, refusing to stretch her all at once. She flattened her palms against the wall behind her and spread her hips wider. “Now, Logan, now.”
    Keeping his lips away from hers, he stared down the bridge of his nose. “You are one greedy little vixen tonight, aren’t ‘cha baby?”
    “Yes,” she snapped, grabbing hold of his collar and towing him forward. “Now don’t make me beg.”
    “Hmm, you’re sassy, too,” he teased, lowering his forehead to hers. “Come on, baby, grovel for me.”
    Her lips skimmed across his. “You’d really love to see me plead for cock, wouldn’t you?”
    “For mine? You’re damned straight.” He nudged her with his penis and grinned into their kiss. “So you want me to love you right here in front of all these people?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me.”
    “I want you to fuck me, Logan.