The Biker's Rules
I’ve never in my life found a pregnant woman sexy, but Mel pulls this pregnancy thing off in a sexy, sensual manner that’s pretty darn perfect.
My lips stretch into a huge, stupid grin when I feel a very familiar tightening situation starting in my jeans. Oh yeah. This is happening.
I shift slightly, trying to adjust things before my brain wanders into extremely unproductive territory — like squeezing in a quickie in the backseat before the wedding.
Mel narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. She knows that look.
My semi turns into a full-blown problem.
“Grimm,” she sighs, already knowing exactly what’s going on, “I already told you where to shove that stiff dick of yours.”