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“I’m not going anywhere.”

Goldie smiled at me. Her face was so soft and appealing right now. I’d seen her give some seriously ferocious scowls to people. Right now, though, she seemed downright sweet.

“Why—?”

Goldie covered my mouth and stared into my eyes. “Ask yourself if the question you’re about to ask is worth ruining your chance to get laid?”

I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and guided her hand from my mouth. A part of me wanted to interrogate this woman. I’d been thinking about her for too damn long not to ask a few questions before swapping fluids.

“I’m not Elle,” she said and reached into her jacket. “But in case you don’t trust me, I grabbed a bunch of condoms from the Fire Hooch’s supply. I’m sure you can find your size in here.”

I looked at the various condoms tossed on the desk next to my jacket. Frowning, I knelt and untied my boots.

“Are you under the impression I’m a virgin?” I asked, thinking about the available pussy back at our clubhouse.

“I don’t know a thing about you,” Goldie said and tugged off her shirt.

I inhaled sharply at the sight of her tits locked away in a black sports bra. My gaze also surveyed the bruises across her arms and ribcage.

“I’ve thought you were hot for a while,” Goldie explained, “but I don’t want to reenact Elle’s love affair with your president. No accidental babies. No moving to a new town. No sacrifices of any kind. Only the good stuff, none of the bad. Are my meager goals feasible, York?”

Her blunt words felt too good to be true. I was still waiting for a trap or trick. Though I wasn’t an insecure man, I knew Goldie’s worth. She was a beautiful woman with the money and power to be happy without a man. For her to choose me seemed a little strange.

“Have you tried this routine with Ojai?” I asked and tossed my club vest next to my jacket.

“I’m sure he’s a tough guy and all, but he strikes me as too pretty to be taken seriously.”

I grinned at her comment and yanked my shirt over my head. Goldie’s gaze zeroed in on my scarred chest. Rather than reveal pity or disgust, she bit at her bottom lip like she was dying for a taste.

That was the exact moment when I knew Goldie wasn’t playing games. We were going to fuck, and she wasn’t interested in fucking anyone else. It was just us naked and alone with no strings attached.

GOLDIE

York finally stopped flapping his lips and used them for something more appealing. He kissed me like a man living out a fantasy. There was nothing timid or tender about the kiss or how he crushed me against his muscled body.

With any other man, I’d break free and exert my dominance. For tonight, my curiosity and lust won out over my normal need to be in charge.

Built like a running back, York was powerful and muscular without being bulky. My hands greedily explored his chest and shoulders as our lips remained glued together. York’s palm sat at the small of my back. His index finger tugged at my thong, making me moan at how the fabric tightened against my pussy.

I broke the kiss to allow me to breathe. York immediately sucked at my throat, making my skin break out in gooseflesh. I slid out of his grip, winning an annoyed frown from the horny bastard.

“If anyone else gave me that look, I’d kick them in the dick,” I said and tugged my sports bra over my head. “You are a very lucky man.”

York only frowned at me like a predator unsure if he ought to play with his prey. His golden-brown eyes finally zeroed in on my bare breasts. His cranky expression softened immediately. Without peeling his gaze away, he slid down his jeans and exhaled slowly.

“How hard are you?” I asked and reached for his cock hidden behind his sexy tighty-whities.

“I’m not ready to fuck you.”

“Oh, God, you’re not one of those romantic types, are you?” I asked and slid down my thong. “I can’t hold you if you cry afterward, okay? That’s just not in my skill set.”

“You’re funny, like a tiny comedienne.”

“I’m not tiny.”

“You’re delicate like a flower,” he taunted and gripped his dick like it was screaming for attention. “I’m worried you’ll cry when I don’t call you afterward.”

“I’m never giving you my number,” I said and climbed onto the king-sized mattress. “Why is this thing up so fucking high?”