MY ALPHA BIKER MATE
I pull back for just a second.
“I love you too, Nova,” he says. “So fucking much.”
He leans back in for the kiss, and it is needy. Almost frustrating.
Our tongues practically fight against each other, and I am breathless, but I want to keep going. I keep rocking my hips against Cassian's groin, as I feel his bulge grow underneath me.
I can feel the wetness spread, but I am no longer in the room.
It feels like yet another vision. I can see the broker talking to someone. The person's back is turned to me, but as he turns back properly, he is putting on the motorcycle jacket from Cassian's pack. It even has his famous logo behind it.
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