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The she-devil said she doesn’t wear biker gear.
Could he have found himself a better b***h to spar with? It was in her nature to struggle against him. His lips spread in a devilish grin. Fine by him. Lifting a pair of skintight leather pants and a slinky shirt, he thrust them toward her. “Wear these.”
Holding them up with a straight arm, she scrutinized them as if they were dirty. The woman would soon be dirty if she didn’t dial back the brattiness. She should be thankful he bought her a shirt with a b*a inside. Might be practically see-through, but hell, he didn’t do it for himself. Rather have her go braless in a heartbeat, but he’d relented for her modesty.
Angie, a new hanger-on at the clubhouse, had been enlisted to help him choose Greta’s clothing. She was into kink, and so, d
