Axe: I’ll take ur reaction as a yes on the panties.
Axe: Glad ur so bothered by me.
She had to put a stop to this.
Baylee: We’re in a meeting. I’m sure u need to know what’s going on so u can tell your club.
Axe: I’m only sure of one thing. I want to lick ur pussy. I miss ur taste.
Baylee’s widened eyes shot over to him. He licked his lips, his tongue bringing back delicious memories. Focus. James was in front of the group with another engineer Baylee did not recognize. Charts and diagrams covered the two easels, James pointing to them as he spoke.
Another pulse.
Axe: Ur scent is amazing. Fuck, u’ve given me a hard-on.
She discreetly typed under the table.
Baylee: Do u want to get me fired? Stop. Please.
Axe: Having too much fun.
Baylee: Please.
She looked at Axe, her eyes pleading.
Axe: Only if u promise to have dinner with me tonite.
She squirmed in her chair, pushed her hair behind her ears then chewed on the end of her pen.
Axe: Are u wearing a bra?
She sighed loudly.
Baylee: K. I’ll go out to dinner with u. Only as business colleagues.
Axe: Sure, no problem. My thoughts exactly.
Yeah, right.
When she looked up, her eyes met his briefly before he diverted his attention to the two engineers at the head of the table.
For the next hour, Axe gave the team his undivided attention, but Baylee could only think about him. His closeness was driving her crazy, and his leather and citrus scent embraced her. The whole situation was insane. They’d already had sex, so what was the harm in having a casual sex arrangement? It would only be for the summer. No strings attached. She’d be going back to Denver in a few months, so why not have a good time while she was in Pinewood Springs?
The truth was she couldn’t resist him anymore. She had tasted the forbidden fruit, and she wanted more—a whole lot more. Axe seemed to be eager for it, and it was becoming harder to stave him off, to play like she was the good girl. She wasn’t. She desired to have dirty, nasty things done to her by him. And the fact that he was a filthy talker excited her even more.
Axe wasn’t even a real client. The club was but, ultimately, he didn’t call the shots—Banger did. Get a grip, Baylee. Think about what you’re doing. She would have to tread carefully because desire, ambition, and treachery were everywhere. Her desire for Axe was overwhelming, but she badly wanted the partner position with her firm, and she wouldn’t put it past Logan to stab her in the back when her defenses were down. If she decided to have a summer fling with the sex god, they’d have to be discreet.
“If there aren’t any questions, we’re all done here,” Stan said as he helped James fold up his charts.
Baylee gathered her office things, preparing to leave. The team shuffled out the door and she followed, head down, reading an email from Claudia. Bang! She slammed into something hard. Rubbing her head, she looked up and stared into Axe’s muscular chest.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
Axe pulled her close and said huskily, “I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock.” His teeth grazed across her ear.
“I’ll meet you. Since you like texting so much, send me the name and address of the restaurant.”
“I said I’ll pick you up.”
Stubbornness shone in her gaze. “I’ll meet you, or I won’t go.”
Axe’s face grew tight and he gripped her arm. “I’ll let you have your way this time, but next time, I call the shots.”
He swaggered down the hall. He’s such a chauvinist. But she knew she was in trouble. The whole time his fingers touched her skin, she was burning up, and the way his breath caressed her neck made her panties damp.
Yep, I’m in big trouble.
Chapter Ten
“McFahey fucked us over big-time. I’m glad I killed the sonofabitch!” Jax pounded his fist on the table after hearing Axe tell the members there wasn’t a zoning permit issued for the strip mall.
“If we’d known the piece of shit double-crossed us, we’d have made him die a slow and painful death,” Rock, the Sergeant-At-Arms, said as he ran his finger over his hunting knife. “I’d have peeled the fucker’s skin off then gutted him.”
Angry voices tried to one-up each other as they described the terrors they would’ve subjected the crooked councilman to had they known of his treachery. At that moment, McFahey was a lucky sonofabitch to be rotting in a deep grave on the side of the mountain.
Double-crossing an outlaw club was a stupid thing to do, and the perpetrators never lived to tell others not to do it. Death was a welcome gift after hours of slow torture before a brother made sure the betraying sack of shit breathed no more. Much to the chagrin of the Insurgents, a bullet through the back of McFahey’s head was no punishment.