Slow Burns (Blacksteel Bandits Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Evelyn Glass

into her pulsing pussy. A loud moan escaped Miranda's lips before his hand slapped across her mouth. Her eyes widened, face hot and red as he pounded into her with his fingers.
     
    Miranda whimpered against his palm. The scent of motor oil and dirt and sweat coated his hand, but she enjoyed it. It was masculine and sexy. She imagined his fingerprints leaving telltale signs on her face and people knowing what happened in her office. Her stomach flipped in delight and the tingles increased tenfold as she moaned into Tyler's hand.
     
    Just as Miranda felt the razor's edge of release coming on, his fingers pulled out. She swallowed down her disappointed whimper. Her hips rocked back and forth, as if trying to locate his missing digits. Tyler chuckled and stepped back. The bubble of heat and hormones between them popped. Miranda pushed herself into an upright position, tugging her skirt down to recover her modesty.
     
    When she spun on her heel, Tyler's grin split across his face. In his hand, her panties dangled. As he pocketed her undergarments, he said, “For being troublesome, I hope you enjoy going commando.”
     
    Miranda's face flared with a blush. Her fingers curled into fists, but she was at a total loss for words. Mortification and pleasure entwined in her lower stomach, along with a pinch of frustration. Her toes curled in her shoes and her pussy throbbed in need.
     
    “I'll see you tonight around six,” Tyler laughed, beating a hasty retreat. The blush that colored Miranda's face looked about ready to explode. He didn't want to risk being found out. She wasn't a woman who took pleasure quietly. Excitement jolted through his body at the very prospect of her moans, whimpers, and mewls. As he imagined them, his internal temperature rose.
     
    It was a short-lived heat wave. As soon as he crossed the threshold from Miranda's office into the lobby, a chill settled in the air. Either the Groves were paying too much for AC or his presence was still unwelcome. Cheekily, Tyler waved to the quiet tellers, who watched him with wary eyes. Only the blonde that Jack took a liking to smiled and waved back.
     
    Tyler stored that fact at the back of his head as he made his way for the exit. Jack was going to be pissed at the delay. Tyler couldn't find the energy to be ashamed, though. Tonight, he was getting hot wings and Miranda. Two tasty treats for a long, strenuous road ahead.
     
    A brief flit of guilt flew through Tyler. He should at least tell her before he left. She deserved that much, even if his looming departure was obvious. Tyler sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shoving the thoughts away. He could worry about that later when he was on her doorstep.
     

CHAPTER NINE
     
    “ What do you mean, you've gone to seen her again? ” The words nearly shrieked from Tyler's prepaid cellphone. He held it a good three inches away from his ear as Jack reamed into him. He anticipated this reaction. Jack had good reason to be annoyed and angry. Tyler had avoided telling Jack his dinner plans. Part of him felt bad, but another part of him keened in excitement. Miranda and hot wings. It was a fantasy that both his dick and his stomach could get behind.
     
    “I can't talk. I'm here,” replied Tyler. He rapped quickly on Miranda's door as he bid farewell to Jack. His friend was snarling and shouting cusses as he clicked the hang up button. Within seconds of his knock, the door swung open.
     
    The heavenly spicy scent of buffalo hot wings tinged the air in Miranda's apartment and spilled into the hallway. Tyler's stomach clenched eagerly as soon as he stepped into her abode.
     
    Miranda shut the door loudly behind him and the sound of the lock cleaved the quiet air. He turned, eyebrows raised. The woman radiated a serious air, but his eyes wandered. In a tank top and daisy dukes, she made his mouth water.
     
    “Before we eat, you have some business to take care of,” muttered Miranda as he kicked off his boots. Her