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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

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Chapter 33: LYON

"You get up here. Whenever we ride you're either beside me, or ahead of me, so I can keep an eye on your ass."

"I was just talking to Jared...."

"The fuck I say, stop fucking around." I glared at Storm to let him see my displeasure.

I'm in a piss poor mood. When we'd gone home after work and had a quick bite before getting ready for our little test ride, everything had been fine. It was only after I'd met her in the garage wearing this get up that my whole demeanor had changed. I had no idea she even owned such a thing.

No one would mistake me for a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but I did not like seeing my woman out in public like this for other men to ogle.

She was wearing a body-hugging leather suit in all black with zippers up the sides, running from under her arms, to just above her hips. The material hugged her ass and tits as if molding them or some shit.