Suraya was dead.
Fuck.
That still hurt to think about. Probably always would. Blinking back tears, I shut the fridge and refused to dull my pain by drinking my life away. It would have been so easy to do it but I’d seen how drugs and alcohol fucked with people and ruined their lives. Suraya had gotten caught up in that trap for a brief time and I wasn’t stupid enough to follow in her footsteps no matter how tempting it might be to escape reality.
I drank but I knew my limit. Sighing, I walked away and downed a quick glass of water instead.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I tugged the device free of my jeans. Bodie’s name flashed across the screen and I couldn’t resist a smile. Swiping across with my thumb, I answered in what I hoped was a cheerful tone.
“Hey sexy.”
“Baby, what’s the matter?”
How could he tell with two words how I felt?
“Eh, just bored. Work was painful.”
He gave a short laugh. “That slow, huh?”
He had no idea. I was a receptionist for a dental office and the morning had consisted of few appointment or interactions, even with the other staff. My only real friend was Gina and she had been preoccupied all morning with stocking supplies, organizing charts, and helping with other small tasks.
“You could say that.”
“Why don’t you quit? Told you there wasn’t a need to work.”
I wasn’t living off Bodie or his money. “Not that again,” I teased.
“You’re forgetting how much I love to spoil you,” he rasped, “Kind of like the way my dick can’t wait to be buried in your sweet pussy.”
My breath hitched, instant desire spiking in my girly bits down below. Oh, that wicked biker. He knew exactly what his dirty words did to me. “Is that how you spoil me? I thought it was that talented tongue of yours.”
“Talented tongue and mouth, that’s all you, baby. My cock is fuckin’ hard just thinking of your lips wrapped around me.”
“Now you did it,” I purred into the phone.
“Did what? Got you wet for me? Exactly how I like it. Playing with that sensitive clit yet?”
“Maybe.”
“Take off those tight ass jeans and prove it.” Excitement flared in his tone and I knew he was turned on.
“Bodie,” I moaned, tempted to get myself off over the phone. My man knew how to bring me pleasure even without his cock, fingers, or mouth.
Pure erotic sin.
He did things to me no man ever had. And that beard . . .
Damn. I could come just from the thought of those whiskers tickling my inner thighs.
There was a scuffle and then I heard a couple of the guys in the background. I missed Bodie’s reply because it sounded like he hit mute. Sudden silence wiped out any other noise, but it didn’t last long.
“Gotta run, baby.” His words were blurted in a rush. Something was up. He’d only tell me it was club business if I asked and he would be right. I had enough worries without adding more on top of my own.
“Okay.”
“We’re gonna pick this up later, yeah?”
“Yes, we will.”