BREE’S POV
“You will shred your pretty feet on this gravel and then bleed all over our very expensive floors. So no, princess. This is strictly a health and safety matter.”
Gideon is already walking. He is completely unbothered and ridiculously warm, carrying me against his solid chest like I weigh absolutely nothing.
Daiya leans deeply into his intoxicating scent.
“Cap, you have the heels?”
“I have the heels,” Caspian murmurs, walking right in step beside us.
My delicate shoes dangle effortlessly from his large fingers.
There is honestly nothing more ridiculous, and yet insanely sexy, than catching a giant, dangerous biker president casually carrying my f**k-me heels.
It spreads a sudden, entirely unwanted warmth right through my chest.
Then, a sudden weight settles over my bare
