webnovel

Lyon

Jordan Silver is the author of more than one hundred and fifty novels and novellas spanning multiple genres including romance, erotica and new adult fiction. All works feature over the top alpha males and the women who love them, with a happily ever after guarantee. Colton Lyon is a tough as nails biker who has no time for bullshit. He’d long given up the easy life afforded him by his wealthy upbringing to live life on his own terms. He lives hard and loves harder but has yet to meet a woman he’s wanted for more than a few screws that is until he meets his new assistant. The mousy little filly who’s afraid of her shadow. He gave her a week, even though his right hand man had begged him to give her the job. Nothing he hates more than sniveling females afraid of their own damn shadow. Kat’s moving halfway across the country to escape a dark past that’s left her scarred. Barely eighteen, she should have her whole life ahead of her, but instead fear has robbed her of the spark she once had. When she first meets her new boss she knows there’s no way she could take the job, he’s just too much of everything with his gruff demeanor and those smoldering looks. The first time she almost swooned at the sight of his muscular tattooed arms she knew she was in trouble. Meanwhile; Colton was trying to figure out what kind of hex the little mouse had worked on him to keep her on his mind. No matter how he tries to avoid it, there’s just something about her that keeps him

Jordan Silver · Ciudad
Sin suficientes valoraciones
179 Chs

Chapter 24: KAT

It was only as we made our way through the mall that I really took a good look at Colton.

Holy shit, that's it, there's no point in wearing panties in this burg. But then again I needed something to help stem the flow.

Black leather biker jacket, riding gloves, and jeans that fit just right, and then he flipped down his shades and that was it.

"Oomph..."

"Babe seriously, cut that shit out we're in a mall."

He put his arm around me, my arm went around his waist, and when he said 'mouth' with his usual growl and then kissed me as we continued walking, I just said to hell with it and let the dam burst. Dry drawers are overrated anyway.

Outside in the parking lot the men had lined their rides up behind and around Carol's car. That too was hot.

"Ride with Carol, I'm right behind you okay."

"Why can't I ride with you?" I pouted up at him.