Griffin's Touch

Wanting more never gets you anywhere.

I thought I was happy. Content. Riding with my club and running one of the most exclusive casinos in Vegas should be enough. And it was. Until I saw her.

My path crosses with a pretty housekeeper with dark bedroom eyes and a sassy mouth who works for the club, and suddenly, my world is turned upside down and inside out. I hardly recognize myself anymore. Marty stirs a softer side I didn’t know existed.

But I can’t touch her. Not when she works for the Steel Sinners and I don’t do relationships. Friends with benefits is as far as I go, and I can tell with one look that Marty is the kind of woman who might ruffle your feathers and get under your skin, but at the end of the day, you want her on the back of your bike. I try to keep my hands to myself, but it’s a bigger challenge than I expected not to claim her as mine.

One late night, my frustration gets the better of me, and I come up with a plan to get rid of her. Outta sight, outta mind, right? I accuse her of stealing, threatening to fire her so I never have to see her again, but Marty makes an offer I can’t refuse in order to keep her job.

How does a man say no to such a tempting offer?