Naked for the Knuckleheads (erotic MC club motorcycle romance) by Simone Scarlet

Author:Simone Scarlet
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-05-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

A million dollars. More money than Sara could possibly imagined in her lifetime. And it was hers!

She felt tears well up in her eyes. This was like a dream.

“Miss,” it was Ted Blundel, the “microphone man” from earlier. “Miss, are you okay?” Sara sniffed and looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. “You’ve won.”

From there, it was kind of a blur. She was dragged out of her seat and in front of a camera for a moment, where Ted prompted her to talk about the game, and winning, and how great the hotel was – she couldn’t even remember half of what she said.

Then somebody else in a suit came – she’d have pegged him as a banker, but it turned out it was one of the people who ran the behind-the-scenes cash desk of the casino. He had her sign half a dozen different forms – tax forms, releases, indemnities…

And then she heard the magic words: “The money’s yours.”

Ted Blundel shook her by her limp hand.

“We’ll have a cashier’s check written up for you at 3pm tomorrow,” he glanced at his watch. “Actually, that would be today, I suppose.”

Sara’s head swam. A million dollars? Today?

“T-that’s fine,” she stammered. Do I just come back here?”

“Meet me in the lobby and I’ll assist you,” Ted nodded – and then he yawned. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like to get a few hours of sleep first.”

And just like that, it was over. The crowd of other players and their friends and family were dissipating, and none had much to say to Sara, as she sat on her stool. Small wonder, she thought. Most of the other players had wanted to be in her place at the end of the night.

Suddenly, she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked up; into the dark and smoldering eyes of Flint.

“Well,” the handsome biker grinned, from behind the curtain of his shaggy blond hair. “You did it.”

He bent down and kissed her rather sweetly on the cheek. “You told me you could do it, and you did.”

And then his lips moved - pressing hard against her mouth.

Sara’s eyes grew wide as she felt the soft, yet insistent pressure of Flint’s lips on hers. Instinctively – she was a good kisser, after all – her mouth opened; and a moment later his tongue slipped inside her mouth.

“Mmmmm,” licking his lips, Flint reluctantly pulled away. “I’m going to enjoy collecting what you owe me.” And then he squeezed her hand and helped her slide off the barstool.

Hand in hand, they stepped up into the alcove, where Flint’s gang of bikers were swigging the last of their drinks and grabbing their leather jackets.

Sara found Melissa right where she’d left her – on one of the leather couches. The only difference was, Dog was making out with her hot-and-heavy, tongue down her throat and hand up her skirt. Meanwhile, Fats had one of her big, milky breasts out of her dress and was sucking on her pink nipple eagerly.

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