Free Bar Mate by Rebecca Royce Page A

in bed all the time.
    The biker’s fingers felt surprisingly rough against hers. She hadn’t thought of him as having tough hands. Oh well. The night proved full of surprises.
    He smelled like leather, sweat, smoke on a cool breeze, and Dial soap. Who knew she liked such a combination? Her heart beat fast in her chest and her mouth watered.
    They entered the office. As proof of how little time Gunther spent in the room, the desk was bare, not so much as a piece of paper sat on top. She grinned. Perfect for the quick fuck she had in mind.
    Closing the door behind her, she looked up at him, his gaze staring back, filled with a combination of heated desire and wary tension.
    “Who are you?” His voice held a rasp to it that shot shivers up her spine.
    She covered his mouth with her hand. “No names, Green Eyes. You wanted me out there. You want me now. So we’ll fuck and then you can get back on whatever bike you rolled in on and I’ll go serve some drinks to the crowd.”
    His wariness evaporated and he pulled her tight up against him. His hard cock pushed against the leather of his jeans and into her. She squirmed with the feel of it, wanting him to get her naked as quickly as possible. “You want me to take you right here in this office, with people out there waiting for their food and drink?”
    “No, I want you to fuck me. Not take me. Not make love. Fuck. Fast. Because right now, I want you like I want to breathe.”
    He put his nose close to hers, a heartbeat away from kissing her and her mouth watered. “What kind of shifter are you?”
    She jolted backward. “How did you know?”
    He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got nothing to fear from me. I think it’s fair to say I’ve spent a lot of time around shifters. Enough to be able to tell even when someone doesn’t want me to know.”
    “I….”
    He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. “I still want to—how did you so charmingly put it—fuck. Are you going to tease me and then disappear, or are you going to make good on your promise to indoctrinate me into the world of public indecency?”
    “To be indecent, someone else would have to see.” Her libido, which had vanished when he’d known about her being a shifter, revved back to life the second he touched her. Why did the man have that affect on her?
    She rubbed her head against him, wanting him all over her. “You smell so good.”
    He licked across the edge of her chin up to her ear. “That’s good to know. I shower regularly.”
    “It’s more than that.” More primal, but at the moment she didn’t care to contemplate why.
    “You smell good, too. Like strawberries.”
    “My lipgloss.”
    She pushed him backward until he sat on Gunther’s desk. Adjusting to fit between his legs, she ran her thigh against his erection.
    “You’re going to kill me.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “But I’m going to make you scream until it’s possible that every person out there in that loud bar hears you come.”
    “Sounds like a challenge.”
    He touched her breasts through her shirt. With his index finger and thumb, he pinched her nipples and her knees almost buckled. Hell yes, that feels so fucking good. I might be the one who screams .
    “Beautiful lady, I don’t always play fair.”
    Before she could digest what he said, he pulled her into his arms and changed their positions until she sat on the desk and he stood between her legs.
    “I know you shifters like to dominate. But I’m not a weakling, and I won’t let you call all the shots. I’m in this room because you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen anywhere on this planet, and I promised myself, that one way or another, I’d get into your pants. You just hurried things up for me.” He kissed her hard. “I guess I should say ‘thank you.’”
    Yvette hadn’t anticipated this turn of events. Her no-name, green-eyed guy had a steel backbone. She should be pissed off, sex had been her idea, her show to run and now he