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“Seriously, did you not hear me when I said I wasn’t hungry?” I groaned, following him into the café. “As in no appetite, Brad.”

“Like I said, you are eating.” He came to a stop at a booth and he gestured for me to get in.

I dragged my feet but did as I was told. Sliding into the booth, I expected him to go to the other side; instead, he surprised me and slid in next to me.

“So, do I have to order everything, or are you going to pick something?” Brad picked up a menu. He would do that. Order everything on it.

“Like I’m letting you waste money on me.” I snatched the menu from his hand.

“Got nothing else to spend it on.”

“Buy another car to work on.” My eyes scanned the menu.

“Already got a project.”

“Is that what we are getting parts for?” I did not feel like eating one thing on this menu. Maybe Brad would let me off if I just had something to drink.

“Yeah it is.” His arm ran along the back of the bench seat behind me.

One glance at Brad and you knew he was trouble. His vest was worn with patches covering it and showing his years of service to something no one really understood unless they were in it or born into it. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and I would always say I loved it when he didn’t. I loved his five o’clock shadow.

My eyes ran over his tight jaw, his tanned skin. He was forever working on a car in the sun. His brown hair was getting longer, which usually meant he would be running the clippers over it himself soon by shaving it off and then letting it grow again.

A bunch of boys walked in but they didn’t grab my attention. I was too busy staring at Brad. They went to the booth across from ours.

I saw Brad’s eyes narrow. I followed his eye line, and he was glaring at a boy who was looking at me. Why was he looking at me? I frowned. I had never seen him before. His smile grew when he realized he had my attention.

Then the boy caught Brad’s glare and he snapped his eyes off me completely and looked down at the table.

I turned to look at Brad with a smirk on my face. He had just scared that boy off.

Brad must have felt my eyes on him because he glanced at me. “What?” he snapped at me. I just kept smirking at him.

He rolled his eyes. “They probably think I’m your father anyway. So if you really want to make a move on him, just say I was being a protective dad.” He was actually thinking I would want to make a move on that boy? I heard the annoyance in his voice. Like he didn’t want to be seen as my dad.

I kissed his cheek and his head snapped round to me as I pulled my lips from his skin. But I didn’t think I’d made my point yet, so I moved closer to him and then ever so gently I brushed my lips against his.

His eyes went wide and I pulled back, my lips still close to his. Had I made my point? Or had I just crossed a line? I wasn’t sure. God, being so close to him was hard. I didn’t know who was going to move first. He wasn’t pushing me away, and then his arm that had been on the back of the bench went around me, pushing me into him.

He muttered something under his breath but I didn’t catch it. I was going to pull away from him. I clearly had crossed a line. I chewed my bottom lip. Yep. I crossed a line. My hand gripped his shoulder and I went to push away from him when his arm around me pushed me back into him.

I frowned, looking him in the eye. That was when he decided to make the move. He was holding back as he kissed me. I went into shock for a second. Brad was kissing me. I wasn’t kissing him. But that changed as soon as it ran through my head.

I started to kiss him back. It was slow. It was magical. Everything I wanted it to be. His phone buzzed on my thigh and I was pulling back so he could answer it, but his hand went to the back of my neck and held me in place.

Brad and control. He loved control. So I gave it to him willingly. Not fighting him. He picked up the pace of our kiss and I wanted more. I moved on the bench seat, moving my leg over him and straddling him. As soon as my body was pressed against his he stopped holding back.

Our kiss went from sweet to rough in a second after my body touched his. His tongue invaded my mouth and I loved it. Welcomed it. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the way he was claiming my mouth while one of his hands was on the back of my neck and the other running down my back.

I curved into him, and nothing felt so natural. I felt his erection between my legs, right at my core. And, acting as if I had more experience than I did, I rocked against it.

“Hannah, stop it or I’ll fuck you on the table,” he growled at me.

Fucking me? Would he really do that? Delight flooded me. And I stole his lips back. He groaned when I didn’t stop moving on him.

I pulled back, out of breath, leaning my forehead against his. “I don’t think they will think you’re my dad anymore.” I smiled smugly. I think we were past proving my point.

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