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tonight had only allowed me to dance with random men and make out with a stranger. My verbal skills were still lacking.
     
    With the speed of a striking cobra, James snagged me by the waist and pulled me into his lap. “And what’s your name, doll?”
     
    “Sabrina,” I replied a little breathlessly.
     
    “Sabrina…” he prompted.
     
    I grinned slyly. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
     
    He raised an eyebrow at me. “So it’s like that, is it? Well, I have ways of making you talk.” His arms became vices around my waist and pinned my arms as he peppered my face, neck, and exposed shoulders with kisses, bites, and licks. My initial giggles turned into moans and whimpers, my body becoming desperate for his touch.
     
    I squirmed uncontrollably on his lap until I felt the thin material of my thong make contact with the bulge in his jeans, and I realized that the bottom of my dress was now bunched up around my waist, exposing my lower half to the open air. I froze, the good girl I’ve always been warring with the vixen I wanted to be tonight.
     
    James paused at a spot just below my ear. I could feel his breath brush the base of my earlobe as he swore profusely. “What now?” he groaned.
     
    “I… I’m not… It’s…” I stumbled over my words as my brain raced to make a decision. Did I want to break away from my boring, innocent life and fuck a man on a couch in the back of a motorcycle club, or should I scurry back to the dance floor, where I can hide in comfort and pretend that I’m a rebel?
     
    “You’re not a virgin are you?” James asked, unable to hide his frustration and apparent aversion to associating with virgins.
     
    “What? No,” I snorted. “I had a boyfriend in high school,” I said by way of explanation.
     
    “Ooookay… then what’s the problem?” His fingers curled around the back of my thong, pulling sharply and making me gasp in surprise as the fabric rubbed against my clit. Decision made.
     
    “Nothing,” I said while I ran my fingers through his hair. I nibbled on his scruffy jaw in an attempt to distract him. He turned his head to capture my lips in a hot, wet kiss.
     
    “God, you have such a hot, sexy body,” he murmured. “So much to touch and grab onto. Every time I get my hands on your curves, I lose my mind.”
     
    My hands dropped away from his hair and traveled down his arms. I stared at the plethora of intricate tattoos that made up his two sleeves.
     
    “Your tattoos are so sexy.” My fingers brushed the Asphalt Knights coat of arms on his shoulder. “What do they mean?”
     
    “You want to know now ?” he asked skeptically. At my nod, he proceeded to tell me about his journey with the club, starting with the Asphalt Knights coat of arms on his shoulder and ending on his forearm with the insignia that marked him as Vice President. My fingers traced each tattoo as he described them. He then moved onto the other sleeve, which depicted his family history, starting with the Avery family crest and moving to the ink that symbolized his family, both alive and dead.
     
    I was enthralled by his stories, but not enough to ignore the tugging on my thong or the warm hand caressing my butt cheek. When he used his grip on my ass to rock my swollen clit up against the ridge of his cock and the rough material of his jeans, my pussy flooded with fresh juices and I bit back the moan that threatened to escape. I caught a glimmer of his triumphant smile before he hid it behind a kiss to my left shoulder. I stumbled for words.
     
    “So what happens if you leave the club?”
     
    “Why would I leave the Knights?” James asked incredulously.
     
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. It was just a question.”
     
    “The Knights are my family, I would never dream of leaving them,” James said fiercely.
     
    “Ok then, sorry I asked.”
     
    James merely grunted, lifting me off his lap and setting me on the couch. He went into the bathroom and shut the door behind