The Devil's Bed (Sensual Romance, M.C Bikers Alpha Male) by Elizabeth Wilde

his white teeth. As he came close to her mouth, he leaned closely inwards.  Cinnamon could smell his leather, and aftershave she felt the tension building between them as he lingered close to her mouth.  He hovered for a moment and then pulled away slapping the grey duct tape over her lips.
    She tried to protest through but it was muffled by the tape and if looks could kill Jake Carlyle would be dead already.

Chapter 4

She tried her best to undo her feet it was dawn when finally got loose.  She slowly stood herself upright and as she snuck across the living room floor, a loud creaking sound came from the boards below her feet. 
    “Cinnamon,” he said as he walked over towards her in one swift motion he untied her wrists.
    “You wouldn’t be leaving would you?” he said smirking. He pulled the tape from her mouth and she did her best to hold in a cry from the pain.
    “No,” she lied.
    “I had to pee again,” she said while she stretched her arms.
    He walked her to the bathroom and she slammed the door.  The medicine cabinet shook a little and made a clanking noise.
    “A little privacy,” she called out to him.  He had reopened the door a crack. “Just minding my investment,” he said.
    “Investment?” she asked.
    “Well, I am not gonna lie, I get a nice brick of cash for brining you in,” he said through the door.
    She finished her business and briskly washed her hands.  She paused to look at herself in the mirror; her hair was a huge tangled mess.  She searched for a hairbrush and went to work, “What’s taking so long?”  his voice cut off as he stood in the door way and saw her with her shirt off and her hair in a pony tail.  She fought the urge to cover her chest and smiled at him watching his face through the mirror.
    He turned away and walked out.  Good she thought to herself, you think about that for a bit.   Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she had washed her bra and panties in the sink in the bathroom. She knew how bikers worked, pleasure was a higher priority over money, a close second to family.  She threw her t-shirt over hear had and slipped her dark wash blue jeans. As she walked into the kitchen, she swayed her hips in hopes he would pay attention to her. 
    “The roads are clear but first some breakfast,” he said.
    “I didn’t know drug dealers were so keen on a good morning start,” she said annoyed.
    “I am not a dealer, I am security,” he said clenching his jaw. She sat moved around the kitchen looking for utensils and pans. Cinnamon made some toast and eggs while he watched.  She tried her best to make her movements as sensual as possible.  She bent down slowly picking up a fork she had dropped.  She could sense he was watching her every move.
    “What no cinnamon and sugar?” he said looking at the plain butter toast she handed him.
    “Har Har,” she said as she sat down.
    “Sorry, couldn’t help myself, I mean who names their daughter’s after hookers” he said as he took a bite of the eggs.
    “I am not a hooker,” she said adjusting herself.
    “Calm down,” he said as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.
    “I was just teasing you,” he said.
    “I am little sensitive about that,” she said as she sat down with him. She tucked her blond wet hair behind her ears shyly.
    “I can’t imagine what it was like in high school for you,” he said shaking his head.  He took his fork and pierced the eggs on his plate taking a bite. 
    “Not bad, I like mine over easy but scrambled is okay too,” he said reaching for the pepper on the small foldable table.
    “Mr. Carlyle,” she said crossing her arms.
    “Please call me Jake,” he said as he took another mouthful of eggs.
    “Jake, did your dear old dad say what he wanted to do with me?” she asked.
    He shrugged his shoulders.
    “So he says go kidnap so and so and bring them to me and you do it?” she asked astonished. She took a bite of her food and the egg was slightly undercooked she