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I opened my mouth again.

“I know I’m old. I know I’m a biker and a girl like you deserves a business man, a high-paying one. But when it comes to money, I can match it—if that makes a difference in your decision tonight. I know I own cars and bikes, not houses. But I’ll sell them all if it’s a deal breaker. I don’t care, I’ll do anything. I promise, I’ll-”

“Brad, stop,” I cut him off. This time I was the one to speak over him. It was time he let me speak, because I already had an answer for him. I took his hands off my face, linking them with mine. I saw the wave of panic across his eyes—he must have taken it as a sign that I was about to crash his dreams.

He had put himself on the line—like I did when I took my top off and told him I was turning men away because they weren’t him. Yeah, I had put myself out there. And now he was doing the same; he’d exposed his feelings, his emotions, and right now it was like I held his heart in my hand and he was ready for me to clench it and possibly destroy him.

“You already have my answer.” I guided his hands to my shorts. “You already said it, Brad, before, in the other room.” I didn’t care about his age, I didn’t care about money. “My body says it, the mark on my neck says it. I’ve even been saying it. I’m yours.” My mouth went to his ear. “So claim what is yours.”

I’d been offering him body earlier, and now I was basically offering him everything I had.

The biggest grin spread across his face; one of delight and mischief. A squeal left my lips as he lifted me up, and I locked my legs around his waist.

“You know I’ve tried to be a gentleman.” He planted a kiss on my neck, walking us into the bedroom. “But that ends here.”

I laughed. “Since when have you ever been a gentleman?” That was one word I wouldn’t use to explain Brad.

I pictured a gentleman as a business man. Not a man that got his hands dirty with grease and oil, and not just that type of dirty—he lived life dirty, in a club society deemed as fit for only criminals.

“I have been by not openly staring at your breasts. I’ve tried hard to keep the thoughts of what I want to do to your naked breasts out of my mind.” His lips were off my neck, one hand going off me and flicking on the light.

I squinted from the sudden light. “Why did you do that?’

“Cause I’m going to explore every inch of your body.” He then adjusted the lights till they were at the brightest. “I want to see your every quality.”

I giggled. “And flaws?”

“Darling, you don’t have any.”

Suddenly a little burst of nerves went through my body. About my breasts. He wouldn’t feel it, would he? The lump. My mind started to panic—what if he did? Then I reminded myself that I felt it by chance. So how would he be able to? Not without positioning my arm in a certain direction. The type of position that wasn’t normal but maybe I had to put in a precaution just in case.

But then the chance of me extending my arm at that angle- hell, the only reason I was in that position to begin with was because I slipped in the shower. I actually thought I had imagined the lump being there when I felt it.

When I went and got it looked at, the doctor couldn’t even feel it in the exam. She sent me for an ultrasound for my ‘peace of mind’. But I knew. Deep down I knew something was wrong.

“Darling? You okay?”

My thoughts had taken me from the moment completely. I blinked a few times and then looked back into Brad’s concerned eyes.

I nodded my head. Yep. I was okay. Then his words about no longer being a gentleman ran through my mind.

“So, if all this time you’ve been being a gentleman, what should I expect now?” I locked my eyes with Brad’s—could he see my excitement?

“The outlaw.”

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