Enforcer Ensnared by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page A

completely in control.
Power, raw and potent, surged through his blood and Blade was astonished to
find himself becoming erect yet again.
    This time the lust was of
a completely different nature. The wildness of freedom stole his breath away.
As he pressed the engine of the bike to work harder, Blade became almost
overwhelmed by the intoxicating potency of controlling such a beast of a
machine.
    The loud roar of the
engine drowned out everything. The speed and fluid ease with which he and Ange flew through the city streets ran like a drug through
his blood. Ange’s arms were warmly wrapped around him
and Blade knew for a fact that had she not been there to ground him he could
have turned the machine around and ridden clear across the entire country
without stopping for breath.
    Blade had never
experienced such unadulterated joy as he did in control of this baby. He could
not believe it had taken him his whole life to not just straddle but take
control of such a beautiful machine. His love for Ange was deeper than he could have imagined, but sharing this experience with her
added yet another facet to their growing relationship.
    Blade shouted out in
sheer joy, happiness overflowing from his heart. He took corners with dizzying
speed, pressed until the engine whined slightly in disapproval and he could
feel in his bones that he had pushed far enough, that he flirted too
dangerously close to the edge between madness and safety.
    With the scent and taste
of freedom heavy in the air, Blade cherished every second he had before finally
making another quick series of turns.
    They headed toward his
home and some well-earned rest.
    * * * *
*
    Morning—or later morning—
arrived far too quickly for Blade’s peace of mind. He woke surrounded by Ange’s scent, and that was possibly one of the best things
he could ever have thought to experience. Her long, soft brown hair splayed out
over the pillow and a few stray strands tickled his nose.
    Their bodies curved into
each other and their legs were twined together with an intimacy that was
powerful and impossible to ignore. Blade hoped there would be an infinite
number of mornings where they both would awaken in near-identical circumstances
for years into the future.
    As a
way to wake up this came very close to the top of his list. The problem came when the bell on
his old-fashioned alarm clock rang. Blade knew the sharp ringing meant they had
less than an hour to shower, change and make it to the cafe to meet Jarred. The
bell rang on in the hush of his bedroom.
    Ange groaned, rolled over to show him the
long, delicate line of her spine and reached out a hand to try to flatten the
clock. With her eyes firmly closed she missed by a mile, which caused Blade to
snigger.
    “Shut the fuck up,” she
mumbled, still only semi-conscious. Blade leaned over her, switched the alarm
off and kissed her cheek, masculine ego refusing to let him bypass such a
perfect opportunity to press his lips against her soft skin. Her evident
tiredness seemed to infuse him with a kind of playful energy that felt
completely foreign but nevertheless delightful.
    Ange grunted at his kiss, somewhere between
approval and a small growl, and she burrowed farther into her share of the
blankets. Impish, almost childish energy hummed through Blade’s body.
    “We have to get going,
sweetheart,” he reminded her with another kiss to her cheek and one to the tip
of her nose. A soft mumble that could have meant almost anything was her only
response. Kissing her lips, Blade tried to convince her with seduction, but
after a moment she merely laughed and turned over again.
    “If we don’t get moving
Jarred won’t hang around,” Blade wheedled with a smirk.
    A “ Hrumph ”
showed her utter lack of interest in his prompting.
    Blade snickered and let
one hand fall beneath the covers to palm and squeeze Ange’s ass. His fingers stroked over her smooth, round globes in a light caress. When
this elicited no response his