Meet the characters:
Motown is devoted to his club and brothers. He doesn’t have time for a relationship, especially not one with a sweet, kind woman. With the club weeding through all kinds of trouble, he needs to focus, but that becomes impossible after one night with Tessa.
Tessa falls for Motown that first night and is devastated when he walks away after a night of passion. She moves on, throwing herself into making her new shop a success.
When Tessa catches a bad man’s attention, Motown can’t help but get involved, forcing him to face his feelings. Unfortunately, the situation is far more involved and the Redemption Riders are all in to make things safe for Tessa.
Feel the passion:
The hot water feels good on my skin, working out the kinks in my muscles. I brace my hands on the wall and let the heat soothe me. When the shower door opens, a naked Tessa quietly steps in, grabs the soap, lathers her hands, and runs them over my back.
“Baby—” “I want to be with you,” she says in a quiet voice. “Let me take care of you.” Her eyes plead with me. There’s nothing more I want than to have Tessa’s hands on me. “Have at it, babe,” I say. Her hands roam my body; her fingers caress my skin like fine silk. She grabs the shampoo bottle, squirting a dollop into her hand. “Bend down,” Tessa says. “I have a better idea,” I tell her and lift her into my arms. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She acquiesces immediately and shampoos my hair, massaging my scalp. She drops her lips to mine. Her kiss is raw, needy, and hungry. I return her passion, weaving my fingers through her thick, dark strands, deepening our kiss. I step back under the water to rinse the soap from us, then back her up against the wall. “I’ve missed you.” “Me too.” She peppers my face with kisses. “I think slow is out the window, Tess.” A burning need urges me to come inside her sweet heat, but I resist and say, “You need to tell me to stop now.” I don’t want her to utter those words and pray she doesn’t, but if she does, I’ll stop, because Tessa’s worth waiting for.
Leaves you wanting more:
“Your line of sight needs to be right over the pool stick,” I murmur in her ear. “You have to bend lower.” She does, her ass backing into the hardness in my jeans, feeling my hard cock rubbing up against her. The minx does a little wriggling, getting her own payback. I’m tempted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her upstairs, not caring one bit who’s watching.
I line up the pool stick and slide it between her fingers. Each motion is its own sexual torture for both of us. “You’re not playing fair,” she says halfheartedly, looking over her shoulder. “Just making sure you get the feel of the rod, babe. Controlling the stick is the key to this game,” I reply, not at all talking about the game of pool. Tessa knows it, and her eyes fill with desire. She licks her lips, making my dick ache even more. “Keep your eyes on the ball, Tess.” Reluctantly, she turns back, and I guide the pool stick through her fingers, hitting the ball and watching it slide into the corner pocket. “I did it!” she shouts with glee. “That’s good. Now try it on your own,” I tell her, stepping back. Tess moves and gets into position. I brush past her, and she totally misses the ball. She tries again, and this time, I stand across from her and stare right at her breasts, her shirt showing off a hint of cleavage. She manages to hit the ball, only to have it ricochet off the side of the table and away from her. “Darn.” She pouts. I chuckle. “You’re going to need a few more lessons.” “Like you’re able to sink them all?” she taunts, with a raised brow. “What’s the prize?” I ask, coming closer and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you want?”
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