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    Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss
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    Moving away from my body, he placed me on my back without speaking. I didn’t have to wait as I heard the crinkle of the wrapping before the bed dipped between my legs.

    I blinked through blurry eyes and watched his dark figure kneeling before me as he slid on the condom.

    Leaning over my body, he whispered against my lips, “You okay, Mia?”

    “Yes,” I said in a sleepy voice, still not fully awake.

    Stroking the head of his c**k against my opening, my eyes flew open. He thrust himself inside, waking me.

    Warm hands pressed against my ribs before holding my arms above my head.

    I relaxed my arms under his grip, enjoying the small grunts that filled the room and the feel of him inside me.

    He pumped into me slowly, caressing my insides. Moaning, I felt the orgasm hovering just out of reach. I need more friction, more power to push me over the edge. I wrapped my ankles around his legs, as the pressure from the piercings hit me deep and in just the right way, sending a shockwave through my system.

    The force of his thrust increased as he f**ked me relentlessly. My fingers curled around his as he held my arms against the pillow. Wet warmth against my nipple made my body jerk. The sensations were overwhelming in my sleepy state.

    As he bit down, I cried out, pleasure radiating throughout my body.

    Pushing my head against the pillow, my arms grew rigid under his hold and my breathing halted. In the darkness, my eyes filled with vivid colors as the orgasm tore through me. Feeling like someone had knocked the wind out of me, I grew limp under him as he chased his release. Ramming his c**k inside me over and over again, Michael cried out, body shaking until he collapsed on top of me.

    Rolling away, he snapped the condom, pulling it off. The bed moved as he rolled over wrapping his arms around me. Michael Gallo spooned.

    “Sleep, Mia,” he whispered in my ear, planting a soft kiss against my hair.

    I closed my eyes, shuffling my ass back, leaving no space between us.

    The peace I knew only when in his arms returned as I drifted back to sleep.

    Michael seemed on edge when we woke. We both needed the gym to relax and unwind.

    I touched his arm as he drove seemingly lost in his thoughts. “He’s going to be okay, you know that, right?” I asked, hoping to make him feel better.

    He nodded his head. “Yeah, I know.”

    I studied his profile. His forehead was crinkled and his eyes seemed vacant. His sparkle and dirty humor had evaporated somewhere between falling asleep and our drive to the gym.

    “What’s wrong then?”

    “Just some stuff on my mind. It has nothing to do with us, Mia. Just some bullshit going on.”

    “I’m a good listener, Michael.” I rubbed his arm, wanting him to share his worries with me.

    Looking over at me, he exhaled and frowned. “I imagine you are, but some things are for me to deal with.”

    I pulled my hand back, placing it in my lap. “Okay,” I said looking out the window. I didn’t have anything else to say.

    We pulled into the gym parking lot after riding in silence. He could say whatever was on his mind had nothing to do with us, but I knew bullshit when I heard it.

    He reached for my hand, giving it a small squeeze, as we walked into the gym.

    “I’m going to run on the treadmill, want to come?” I asked.

    “Nah, I need to lift some weights.” Bending down, he kissed my cheek. “I’ll catch you in a bit.”

    It felt platonic and impersonal unlike the sex we had during the night.

    “Don’t forget me, handsome.” I started to walk away and looked back at him with a smile. That just sounded needy and totally not me.

    He scrambled my brains.

    He grabbed my arm, drawing me to his body. “I could never forget about you, Mia. You need to stop that thought right there. There’s no other woman I think about.” He swatted my ass and whispered, “Off you go. No checking out anyone but me. Got it?”

    Yes, the playful Michael was back!

    As I walked away, I looked over my shoulder. “I can’t help if someone is in my line of vision. What are you going to do about it, big boy?” I smirked.

    His mouth broke out in a drop dead, sinful grin. “I have my ways of making you pay.” He winked and I wanted to jump in his arms and capture his mouth in a kiss.

    Whatever had been on his mind in the truck had vanished.

    Butterflies filled my stomach as I walked a little bit faster before he sidetracked us both.

    “You know where to find me.” Using my thumb, I pointed to the treadmills over my shoulder. I turned around, relived to have a few minutes to myself.

    The man had seemed simple to read until today.

    I jogged on the treadmill, catching up with my emails. I’d been trying to finish reading a book for a week with no luck and I used the time to read while I ran. After each page I watched him for a moment before continuing to read.

    He started with free weights for his arms. He looked in the mirror studying his movement and our eyes met from time to time.

    He was stunningly handsome, with rippling muscles and not a lick of fat on him. I know he worked out like a beast, but for god’s sake, couldn’t the man have on pinch of something somewhere. I loved the feel of his rock hard body against mine.

    He put the bar behind his head, squatting slowly before standing with a grunt. His face turned red and a vein protruded from his forehead with each lift.

    I licked my lips, my book no longer interesting as I kept my eyes glued to him.

    That’s how he kept that rock hard ass and the tree trunk thighs.

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