Beyond the Cut (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)(75)

“Don’t worry. I turned it off. It was set to wake me for work.”

“I’ll find you a new job.” He leaned against her dresser. “One where you can sleep in so I can f*ck you all night long. Tell me where and what, and I’ll make it happen.”

“The restaurant.” The idea formed in her mind even as the words dropped from her lips. “I want to manage it since you now own it after making Stan sign the deed over to the Sinners. We had a solid customer base and great staff, and now they’ve all lost their jobs. I’ve been working there longer than anyone, and I took business management courses when I started my degree. I think I could make a go of it.”

He liked it. His woman working for a Sinner business. Anything that would keep her in Conundrum, he would do. “I gotta run it past the board. I think they’ll go for it, but on one condition.”

Her forehead creased in a frown and Cade laughed and kissed the creases away. Damn she was cute when she was riled.

“What condition?”

“You gotta finish your degree and then help me with the Sinner finances. You can work with the legit businesses and I’ll handle everything else. We’ve got too much work for one person to handle, and we can’t trust any outsiders.”

“I would consider that, but I have a condition, too.” She tugged the tank top over her head and he immediately put aside any thoughts about jobs or conditions. Damn she had nice tits. And beautiful curves. Soft, creamy skin …

“Cade. Up here.” His mind cleared enough to warn him she’d been talking and he’d been … distracted.

“I’ll need help with the restaurant and tuition until I get things going, but I don’t want you to give me the money. I want a loan so I can buy the restaurant from you and pay back the tuition. The restaurant always turned a good profit, so I don’t think it will take that long.”

His heart swelled with pride. His woman. Working for his club. Was there ever a greater aphrodisiac?

Dawn slid her shorts over her hips, inch by inch, slowly revealing what he was burning to see.

Yes, there is. He lunged. She backed away.

“You didn’t say anything about my conditions.”

Cade gritted his teeth. The only condition he cared about right now was the condition of his cock, which was hard and throbbing and in need of release. He lunged again and Dawn shook her head.

“This is my show.” Dawn held the shorts just above her mound, running her thumbs along the edge. His mouth watered and he couldn’t drag his eyes away. He’d heard talk of women who had men by the balls, but he’d never thought it could happen to him.

“What does that mean?” He liked women who knew what they wanted in the bedroom, but he needed to be in charge. He’d had no control growing up as a child, watching his mother suffer and being unable to stop the abuse. Now that he had the control he so desperately craved, he couldn’t give it away.

She lowered her shorts another inch. “I was going to seduce you, strip off your clothes, tie you up, take you in my mouth, and make you beg for release.”

“Here’s the problem with that plan.” He licked his lips when she let the shorts drop just enough for him to see her golden curls, glistening in the soft light of her bedroom lamp. “First, the minute I see you I am seduced, so no effort required there. Second, you don’t strip off my clothes unless you’re naked, else I’ll be ripping things off you. Third, no one ties me up and lives to tell the tale. And fourth, I never lose control.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“What if I did this?” She cupped and squeezed her breasts, then rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger until they peaked.

“Someone’s courting trouble.” He crossed the floor, scooped her up, and tossed her on the bed. Dawn squealed and twisted away. But before she could get off the bed, Cade pinned her down and straddled her hips.

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “I like this kind of trouble.”

He bent down and a drew a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until she arched on the bed beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I wanna f*ck you till you scream my name.”

She lifted her hips, grinding against the bulge in his jeans. “How about if I moan your name real quiet so I don’t wake the kids?”

He drew her other nipple between his teeth. “Moaning is good. Screaming is better, but I can adapt. First, though, I’m gonna tie you up, and make you so damn hot and so damn wet and so desperate for my cock, you won’t know whether you’re moaning or screaming, and the only thing you’ll be thinking about is how bad you want me and how hard I’m gonna make you come. He climbed off the bed and rifled through her dresser drawers. Dawn sat up and frowned.

“Can I help you with something?”

“Ropes, scarves … these will do.” He pulled a bundle of nylons from her drawer and gave her a wicked grin. “Do you trust me, babe?”

*

Did she trust him?

Dawn stared at the nylons in his hand, and her mouth watered in anticipation. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he wanted to tie her up, and she was curiously unafraid. Jimmy had been rough, but conservative, in his sexual tastes, and since he was the only man she’d ever been with before Cade, she’d spent a long time fantasizing about something more. And Cade was all about something more.