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“Nah, darling. I’m not going anywhere.” My hand moved from her hip to around her body, resting on her lower back I pushed her into me. “Unless you want me to?”

I had been a dick before and if she didn’t want to talk to me, I’d accept that. But then, come Monday, when she’d have gotten over it, I’d be using all my charm to get on speaking terms with her again.

She didn’t push me away but she wasn’t telling me to stay either.

“You should go talk business. I’m fine here.” She placed a hand on my chest. “Seriously, Tyson. Club business comes first.”

“Dad can handle it.”

“Which one of them is your father?” She frowned up at me and here I was thinking all that time with Hannah meant she knew every details of my life. They were glued together at school.

“Kade, but you would know him as Reaper.”

“The Reaper is your father?” She looked at me, stunned.

I nodded my head and couldn’t stop my hand from wandering lower down her back. With her lips slightly parted like that and that cute frown on her face, she was lucky I wasn’t wiping the bar and taking her on it right there and then.

I groaned as soon as I felt how firm she was.

“This explains why Hannah was so calm meeting Cyrus,” she scoffed. “Her dad is the Reaper; doesn’t get much scarier than that.”

Dad and his reputation.

“Want to get out of here?” I said into her ear. Feeling how firm her ass was had me hard. I needed a relief. I needed to touch. Explore.

“I can’t. Dad won’t let me out of his sight.” If that was the only thing stopping us, I’d fix it.

“We can bullshit an excuse about studying?” I suggested, keeping my hand on her, squeezing her.

“I think that will be the last thing we’ll be doing if we’re alone.” She looked up at me, knowing very well where I wanted this heading. My bed.

“I’ll say it, you just nod?”

“Like your dad or mine will believe we’re going to study.” She pressed herself into me, her hand brushing my groin. “Because the last thing I’d be doing is studying if I was in a room with you.”

I had to get her in a room with me immediately. To find out what she wanted. I turned her around roughly, and pinned her back to my chest. I ran a hand up between her thighs, my lips kissing her bare shoulder.

God her skin was soft. Didn’t even come close to any other woman’s.

“If I get rid of the parents, will you come with me willingly?” I whispered in her ear. My hand was moving in between her legs, pushing her dress up. I was blocking her from view of anyone else. We might as well have been completely by ourselves.

I was so close to touching her when her hand wrapped around mine. And she forced my hand up, my fingers brushing her.

She turned her head, looking up at me. As I pushed her panties to the side and my fingers moved on her naked skin, I groaned. She was getting wet. I couldn’t leave her unfinished. I saw her eyes flicker with pleasure as I rubbed her.

My mouth was still at her ear. “My room. Now.” I growled in her ear, my need for her coming out in my voice. She was living up to all my fantasies.

I never expected her to be this bold or let me touch her.

How much had she had to drink? But as I stared in her eyes, she didn’t look drunk.

“Layla?”

I groaned. Fuck it. I pulled my hand away, as much as I didn’t want to. Fucking Cameron.

I turned around after she pulled her dress down.

“Hey Cameron.” Layla picked up her beer. “What’s up?”

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