A Hot Deposit (Motorcycle Club Romance) (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

It’s a boring day for Sharon at the bank until Rick enters with a wad of notes and an irresistible invite… When Rick saunters into the empty bank looking to make a deposit, Sharon finds it difficult to tear her eyes away from him. For a split second, her mind blanks and she imagines the two of them in the strong room--locked from outside with her lying on a bed of notes as Rick peels away bill by bill… She snaps from her reverie, Rick is towering above her at the counter with mischief in his eyes. The strong room is right behind her and it doesn't look like anyone else needs her help anytime soon... EXCERPT Rick smiles wickedly as he holds up his key chain, a small deposit box key dangling from the ring. But Sharon is focused on his hand – his big, strong hand with rough callused fingers. She can’t help but yearn to feel those fingers on her, exploring her body, pushing deep inside of her. Her body pulsates at the thought. She squeezes her thighs together in an attempt to soothe the increasing ache, but it’s no use. “Okay,” she says and it comes out more of a breathy whisper than anything else. He just continues to smile as he follows her behind the counter and back through the hallway towards the vault. She makes sure she has shut and locked the door, as per protocol, before allowing him to open his box. Only, he hasn’t moved to open his box. Instead, he is still standing in the middle of the room, gazing at her with a hungry look in his eyes. She backs up a few steps, trying to keep from doing anything stupid. This is her place of work, after all. She cannot do what her body is telling her to do. It would be unprofessional. She knows there are no cameras in the vault itself – meant to provide customers with absolute privacy as they access their valuables – but still, she could be fired if anyone found out. The humor is now gone from Rick’s face. He’s staring at her in a completely animalistic way and she can feel herself responding. Her mind might know that this is a bad idea, but her body is completely on board. She can feel wetness collecting between her legs - the look of hunger in his eyes as the cause. Wolfishly, he begins to stalk towards her, as if he really is a hunter and she his prey. Sharon knows that she should stop this before it even starts, but, much like a deer in headlights, she finds herself incapable of moving.