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“I have.”

I look up at him, shaking my head. “Two hours is not enough time.”

“How much time do you need?” he asks, his hand roaming down the back of my thigh to my ass. His fingers gently dig into my skin as he squeezes my ass cheek and I let out a quiet moan.

“I don’t know,” I answer, my brain very distracted by his hands and his hardening cock. “Some.”

He groans, releasing my leg and dropping his head to my shoulder. “Maybe I’ll just keep you trapped here, underneath me, and tease you until you say yes.”

“That’s coercion, sir.”

He scoffs. “I don’t care.”

“Besides, you can’t.” I press a kiss to his shoulder as I play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You have church in twenty minutes.”

“Goddamn it,” he growls, rolling off me dramatically and plopping down onto the mattress next to me. He sighs, closing his eyes. “Why did we have to have church so early in the morning?”

“Pretty sure you’re the one who told Storm you wanted to meet first thing this morning,” I point out and he groans, reaching over and pulling me on top of him.

Besides, it’s almost ten.

Because apparently, that is ‘first thing in the morning’ by biker’s standards.

“Whose side are you on, gorgeous?”

I press my lips to his in a quick kiss. “Yours. But we gotta keep you honest, baby.”

“Everyone is plotting against me,” he says, his face serious but there is a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Yes,” I fire back, deadpan. “You’re very abused.”

He nods. “I am. Wanna make it up to me?”

“And how would I do that?” I ask but I already know what he’s going to say. He’s going to demand an answer to his question from last night.

Truthfully, there has been an answer running through my mind since the moment he asked me but I just need time to think rationally about all this.

“Say you’ll move in with me.”

I roll my eyes.

Just as I suspected.

“I need to think about it,” I say again, leaning down and stealing another kiss. When I try to pull away, he wraps his arms around my waist and deepens the kiss. His hand finds the back of my head and his fingers thread through my hair as he nips at my bottom lip.

“Dalton,” I whisper. “You really don’t have time to start all this right now.”

“I know.” He groans, letting his head fall back into the mattress. “Make me a deal.”

I snort out a laugh.

If this is about me moving in again, I swear to God…

“You stay in this bed,” he says, cutting off my train of thought. “Naked. And when I get back from church, you let me have my way with you.”

“He says like he normally doesn’t get to have his way with me.”

“Say it anyway, baby,” he urges, a wolfish grin on his handsome face and I sigh, shaking my head.