Damned: Seven Tribesmen MC by Evelyn Glass

in the air with an exasperated huff, “What did you expect me to do?”
     
    “Use that brain of yours and realize it was planted,” retorted Bishop. Watching Stella slowly become so agitated, so unguarded, teased at something inside of him. His annoyance at her subsided, replaced with the prickly heat of desire
     
    “There's no proof of sabotage, and they still possessed it, Bishop,” the woman sighed, vaguely wondering how Stan was getting on with Delilah. “Logically, they knew they had it.”
     
    Bishop narrowed his eyes, as if the answer wasn't good enough for him. Stella braced herself for his next comment. Crossing his arms, the biker president cocked an eyebrow, “And where is the crack now?”
     
    The federal agent pursed her lips, seeing where the man was going with this inquiry. “The evidence locker.”
     
    “Then Grand River PD is now in possession of cocaine,” the man replied, a smirk twitching at his lips. He held out an open hand to her, fingers wiggling, “Got some handcuffs I can borrow?”
     
    The image of him cuffing her brought a hot thrill to Stella's thoughts. Restrained beneath his skilled hands and talented tongue. Her lower tummy began to clench with delight. She shook her head and forced her body to take a step away from the man.
     
    “How did you even get a warrant for that? Pretty weak reason.” Bishop took a step closer, grinning as he peered into her face. The heat on Stella's cheeks, the slight red tinge, played havoc with his hormones. Mentally, he painted her cheeks a darker shade of red and heard her breathy moans in his ears. His pants tightened from the thought of getting Stella on her back.
     
    “We've been working on the warrant for a while,” admitted Stella. The heat mounting in Bishop's gaze was getting to her. She averted her gaze, lips pursed tightly. “We got an anonymous tip about the cocaine.”
     
    “Convenient, like my witness.” Bishop's hand caught Stella beneath the chin. He forced her gaze up to his. A rush of hormones exploded in Stella's thoughts. A tingling blush bled over her cheeks. The man's voice dropped to a murmur as he teasingly leaned forward. Despite the sarcasm in his voice, his tone was flirty and soft, “That doesn't sound suspicious at all.”
     
    “Shove it, Bishop,” grumbled Stella, averting her gaze but unable to turn her face away.
     
    A broad smirk sliced across Bishop's face. He couldn't help himself. Pheromones in the air sizzled as he muttered, “Where you want it?”
     
    The woman narrowed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. Her body tensed, her fingers itched, and her temperature climbed. She wanted nothing more than to grab Bishop by his collar and kiss him, pulling him flush against her and let him take the wheel. However, they were at the PD. She couldn't just throw professionalism out the window for the sake of the hormones stirring up tingles inside her.
     
    Bishop didn't wait for Stella's reaction. The blush on her face and the glazed look of desire indicated enough. His palm grazed up her jawline, fingers curving around the back of her head. He swooped down, closed his eyes, and caught her lips.
     
    Almost instantly, heat exploded inside them both. The woman's eyes fluttered closed, all propriety drowned out by pleasure. Bishop's free hand slid to Stella's back, migrating south to grope her lusciously round ass. A groan of pleasure left her lips. Stella's arms wrapped around his neck, electrified desire skipping along all her nerves. She moaned gently against the biker's mouth as he deepened the kiss. All Bishop could think of was the woman under his hands and how her body shifted so enticingly against him.
     
    Breaking the kiss momentarily, Bishop breathed against Stella's lips, “Quiet, don't want your co-workers to hear.”
     
    “Shut up,” Stella swallowed, narrowing her eyes. The man's warning dampened her passion slightly. They did have to be careful and, more importantly, silent.