Free Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) by Chiah Wilder

and his hardness plowing into her, she squirmed in the chair as a sweet sensation formed in her pussy. Damnit! This is a mess. Axe was nowhere in sight yet her body was misbehaving. How would she control it when they worked together? Damn, damn, damn!
    How could she go back? What would she say to him? “Uh… what have you been up to since we last saw each other? You remember, the night we fucked each other’s brains out?” It was beyond awkward—it was downright embarrassing. When he was a nameless sex god, it’d been fun, titillating, and exciting. There was now a name to her sex god, and it was enough to make her give up her chance at partnership to Logan. She should call Gary and tell him she wasn’t feeling well, that she had to quit the project.
    What I ought to do is high-tail it back to Denver and hide out until all of this is nothing but a bad memory.
    But then Logan’s sneer flitted through her mind when she thought of how he’d react if he made partner. He’d be insufferable. No, she’d worked too hard to let a sexy biker dash her chances of securing a place around the partners’ table, even if he had given her a night to remember. She could do this. She was a levelheaded professional, and even though the situation was not ideal, in time, everything would work itself out.
    It had been a shock seeing him at the meeting—that was all. She was already becoming used to the idea of him being there. Anyway, it wasn’t like they were working together in the same office like she was with Logan. She and Axe didn’t have to see each other every day.
    Baylee took a deep breath. It’s going to all right .
    She jumped when a thunderous rumble diverted her attention. She noticed Axe revving the motor of an electric yellow Harley, the chrome pipes, handlebars, and tire rims gleaming under the sun’s rays. She watched as he put on his sunglasses, swung his corded legs out, and made a small U-turn. The glistening straight pipes roared as he blasted past the café. Just when she’d convinced herself she had it together, he had to ride past her on his Harley, exuding sex from every pore of his perfectly sculpted body. This is going to be way harder than I thought.
    Back at the office, Baylee forced herself to put Axe out of her mind and concentrate on her work. She was relieved to see him go. Now she could work without any worries of running into him.
    After thirty minutes, Logan came by her office and poked his head in. “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Why’d you run out of the meeting this morning?”
    “I didn’t feel well. I needed to get some fresh air. I feel much better now. Thanks for asking.” She turned back to her computer.
    “Do you know the client?”
    Baylee bit her inner cheek then feigned surprise. “No. Why do you ask?”
    “It looked like you may have recognized him, or something. And the way he stared at you throughout the whole meeting made me think he knew you.”
    Her laughter was too shrill. “Well, he is a man, and a biker at that, so I kind of expected him to act without much decorum.”
    Logan chuckled. “I see what you mean. I can’t say I blame him, though. You’re a beautiful woman. If I ever stared at you like that, you’d probably slap my face.”
    Red tinged her cheeks. She wasn’t sure what to say. An awkward silence settled around them, and when Stan walked into her office, relief spread over her once again.
    “How are things going? Are you settled in?”
    “Pretty much. Thanks for giving me an office with a view.”
    “You’re welcome. If you need any help, Tina Lambert will be your secretary. She’s great, and she said you two had already met.”
    “Yes, we did. Thanks, Stan.”
    “Give me a shout if you need anything.”
    Baylee nodded and watched as Logan and Stan headed down the hall. Leaning back in her desk chair, she sighed. She couldn’t get Axe on his bike out of her mind. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Chapter Seven
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