Claimed By The Alpha Biker
Dicksonhe manages me sadistically
Still, Blaze was right if it was tainted, I needed to get it cleaned.
When I reached Doc Nina’s office, the lights were still on. The door was slightly ajar.
Typical. She hated being disturbed, so she rarely locked it when she was still up working.
I pushed the door open without knocking.
And then I froze.
For a second, my brain didn’t process what I was seeing.
Doc Nina was on her office desk.
Half naked.
And Kara was straddling her lap.
Their hands were tangled in each other’s hair, lips locked, breathing ragged. Kara’s shirt was on the floor. Nina’s coat was hanging off the edge of the table.