Capture (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance) by Julia Marie Page A

turned into conspiratorial grins.
     
    “That feels way too good,” I said. “It’s not fair that I can’t have you inside of me all the time.”
     
    “There’s not a lot we can do about that,” Shane said. “We still have to find some time to eat, drink, and go about our lives.”
     
    I gasped as he clenched his muscles and forced a bit more blood into his cock, making it swell inside of me and stretch me just that much further. “Oh! If you keep doing that, then I’m never going to let you go!”
     
    He grinned. “You know, that doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world.”
     
    He said no more with his lips, but he didn’t need to as his hips communicated for him. Long, luxurious thrusts slid our bodies against each other, earning the maximum sensation for the longest period of time. It felt like he went on forever.
     
    Another climax was approaching fast, and I ushered him on with everything I had, pulling at his body with my hands as a wrapped my legs around him and welcomed him into my core.
     
    He pushed faster and faster, building up to an intense pace that threatened to make me lose all sense of reality. Just as I started to peak, Shane slammed into me a few more times and we locked eyes as I felt him start to shoot deep within.
     
    Our breaths came in big, shuddering gasps as he collapsed on top of me, still careful not to let all of his weight rest on my body.
     
    “Good morning,” I said. “That is going to be my new favorite way to wake up.”
     
    “I think I could get used to that,” he said in reply.

 
     
    It took another half an hour of convincing before I was able to extricate myself from Jackie’s tender embrace and head back to the clubhouse through the hidden underground passage. It was made much harder by the fact that I didn’t want to go at all.
     
    There was something about that woman, and I just couldn’t resist her at all. Never before had I been involved with someone and willing to give up everything for them.
     
    If I’m not more careful about it, I may very well end up far worse for wear because of it.
     
    It was tough to go about my morning as though I didn’t know there were half a dozen agents out in the street and the neighborhood set up to keep an eye on me. Every time I passed in front of a window the intensity of their regard may as well have been a fire warming my skin. It’s a good thing that Jackie isn’t here, that would have been the worst-case scenario for both of us.
     
    When I left to get lunch there were a few signs that something was off. A couple shiny new black SUVs were completely out of place in the warehouse district.
     
    Smooth, guys. The situation itself was laughable. A target aware of the undercover agents watching him, who were in turn cognizant of their poor cover. As silly as it was, however, there were likely another handful of agents who were much more cleverly hidden, using the obvious men as a distraction.
     
    There wasn’t anything I could do about it. I had practically dared McCrown to sic as many men on me as possible. And so he had. They still hadn’t prevented me from going out and saving Jackie the night before, and if they’d had any idea I had been gone then I wouldn’t have made it within five miles of the clubhouse.
     
    There was a car I didn’t recognize in the parking lot when I got back from a hasty fast food lunch. Visitors weren’t exactly unheard of, but they weren’t common. It could be one of the groups with stakes in the information Jackie had given to the FBI.
     
    I dropped into a crouch and slowly made my way upstairs, eyes scanning the reception area and hallway as I went. Could it be possible that the double agent is here, coming to finish me? It was really only a matter of time before he tried; as long as I was alive there was the possibility that I would unmask him, and then his subterfuge at the FBI would be over.
     
    The heavy wooden door to my office swung on silent hinges at a