Page 118 of Darling Psycho

“How did you...? these are everything I’ve wanted, Lawless. How did you know?”

“Saw your wish list.”

“But it’s set to private.”

“Angel.” He smirked like he thought she was being ridiculous.

Of course, the biggest nosy biker wouldn’t think hacking her wish lists would be a breach of privacy.

She laughed, loving him entirely.

“You are such a madman. You must have broken the bank.”

He shrugged and sipped the coffee.

When she thought about it, Angela realized he’d swept through her entire Fendi wish list, including sunglasses, a cashmere skirt, a summer purse, and a belt.

With all the gorgeous ski wear, she had to ask, “Are we going skiing?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Oh, man, could it be her birthday every day? He was being so agreeable.

The presents didn’t end there.

An exorbitant store credit for her favorite indie book store in town was nestled inside of a mini gift bag.

“Grumpy, this is all too much,” she gasped.

“Do you like them?”

“Like them? I’m in love.”

“Then it’s not too much. Eat your breakfast before it goes stale.”

Hopping down off the stool, she ignored his command. “I’m going to hug you. Can your robotic wiring take it?” She teased while licking jam from her thumb and watched his eyes darken and an eyebrow wing up in the sexiest way.

Lordy, she had it bad for Lawless if she thought his eyebrows were sexy.

“Only one way to find out.” He answered.

Good enough for her, and smashed herself into his more oversized frame, loving how solid he was all over.

“Thank you for my gorgeous birthday gifts. I love them.”And I love you. Probably telling him twice in one day would burst his circuits, so Angela held back and luxuriated in feeling both of his beefy arms coming around her waist, holding her to him.

She hoped she could train him into regular affection because Angela was sick with longing to give it to him and receive it back.

Cuddling on a rainy/snowy night after a marathon sex session sounded like heaven.

And she figured he’d manipulated her life; it was only fair she did a little emotional meddling by training him stealthily into accepting what she had to give to him.

Operation Lawless Affection was in motion.

Of course, it would have to be a secret.

Those bikers loved to gossip more than anyone else.

If they got wind of her devious plans, they’d blab to him in no time.

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