Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,67

while my tongue was buried the fuck inside her.

“Where’s my underwear?” she says, sounding panicked and looking just as panicked.

I slip her panties inside my suit, pocketing them.

She makes pissed-off eyes at me. “Mason,” she hisses. “I need them.”

The lift reaches the level below ours.

“You don’t fucking need them.”

Still with the pissed-off eyes. “You are an asshole.”

I press myself against her, bringing my hands to her face. “Yeah, baby, I fucking am.” I kiss her, letting her taste herself until she pushes me away.

When the lift opens, she’s doing her best to appear calm and like she hasn’t just had my tongue and fingers inside her. Hearst glances between the two of us, his eyes narrowing with distrust.

Yeah, motherfucker, you should be looking at us like that.

Fuck, and now I’m fucking pissed off that he gets to put his hands on her, and guide her into the lift, and take her downstairs.

I might have just made her come, but he’s the one with her on his fucking arm.

She’s his, and I need to fucking remember that.

22

Chelsea

“I like this style of dress on you,” Joe says at dinner on Sunday. It’s our last function for the week. Since I started working on our relationship two days ago, the tension between us has eased and Joe acts much more civilly to me. Still, it’s not real; it’s him getting what he wants and me doing all the submitting. But I go along with it because it’s what I’m after.

I smile. “Thank you.” God, this week can’t come to an end fast enough.

He spreads his arm across the back of my chair and leans closer to me. “I have to spend some time tonight talking with Rob Burke. We could be gone for an hour or so. I need you to spend the time while I’m gone talking with his wife, getting her on side.”

My eyes lock with Mason’s across the room as I listen to my husband. I catch the way he works his jaw before looking away. I hate that he has to watch this.

Turning to Joe, I nod. “Is there anything in particular you want me to say to her?”

He smiles. It’s only a flash of one, but it’s one, and it’s something I don’t make him do often, if at all. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and I want to fucking stab him in the eyes for being so fucking condescending. He then proceeds to give me a rundown of exactly what he wants me to say to her.

I sip some of my wine as I watch him exit the room with Rob Burke. I then stand and make my way over to Rob’s wife, where I spend half an hour talking to her about all the things Joe told me to. I’d make an amazing politician with all the spin that comes out of my mouth. Rob’s wife is easy to engage and even easier to convince that my story is right. She tells me we should catch up when she comes to Brisbane next week, and I agree that I’d love that too. When she says she has to go to the bathroom, I cheer on the inside that my job here is done, and I can escape for some time by myself before Joe comes back.

I grab another wine on my way out of the room, taking a long sip as I find a secluded spot at the end of the corridor outside the function room.

Sliding down the wall, I sit on the floor, kick my heels off, and exhale a long breath.

We’re going home tomorrow, and I can’t wait. There’s something comforting about being in your own space. Also, going home means I can spend some time with Alexa, and God, I need that.

“Mayfair.”

My eyes blink open and I find Mason standing in front of me.

“You shouldn’t wander off by yourself,” he says.

I sip some more wine, processing the fact his hate towards me seems to be thawing. Yesterday he told me I needed to be careful. Now he’s telling me I shouldn’t wander off. Patting the floor, I say, “Sit with me for a moment.”

“I’m working, Chelsea. I’m not fucking sitting and chatting with you.”

I push up off the floor and stand. “So it’s okay to fuck me while you’re working, but not to sit and talk with me?”

“I didn’t fuck you while I was working. I did that on my own fucking time.”

My eyes trail over his suit before coming back to linger on