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“I was wondering how you would feel about me wanting you to lay a finger on me?” she asked. He damn near swallowed his tongue at the thought of getting his hands on Sprite.

“You want me to touch you, Sprite?” he asked.

She shrugged as though her request wasn’t a huge fucking deal. “I think that I do,” she admitted. “Is that a problem?” she asked.

“It’s not a fucking problem at all,” Chains growled. He had been thinking about all the ways that he wanted to touch her for the past few weeks. There would be no way that he’d turn her down now that he finally had a chance with her.

“I need for you to be sure, Sprite,” he said. “Because once I have one taste of you, it won’t be enough. I’m going to want more than a night together, does that work for you?”

“I think so,” she squeaked.

“What about your no dating Royal Bastards?” he asked. He was giving her more than one out, but he needed to make sure that she was completely on board with what he wanted to do to her.

“We won’t be dating,” she insisted. “We’ll be fucking. There is a difference.” Chains usually felt the same way, but there was something about Sprite that had him thinking about wanting more with her.

“Right,” he said, not wanting to argue semantics with her.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means that I’m sure that I like you calling what we’re doing, ‘Just fucking’,” he admitted.

“Then, what should I call it?” she questioned. “Do you want a relationship?” she asked.

“I didn’t think that I did before I met you, but now I’m rethinking everything,” he admitted.

“That’s really sweet, but I don’t know that I want more, Chains. So, if you want to keep things light and just have sex, I’m all in. But my life is so crazy right now, I can’t promise you more, Chains.”

“Fine,” he agreed. He would take whatever Sprite wanted to give him, but he’d make no promises that he wouldn’t beg her for more. “And for the record—I’m not sweet.”

Sprite

Sprite worried that she was leading Chains on to only change her mind when she over thought everything. It wasn’t easy being a single woman out in the world, and she wasn’t famous for making the best decisions. Her mother used to love to point that fact out to her—as if she made the best decisions when it came to men.

Chains pulled into a development that looked cute as a button, though she wouldn’t tell Chains that. He didn’t seem to like it very much when she called him sweet. “Your development looks nice. Do you like your neighbors?” she asked.

“Fuck no,” he growled. “They are busy bodies who can’t seem to keep their opinions about my bike to themselves.”

“What do they say about your bike?” she asked. Changing the topic was one way to keep from overthinking the fact that they were almost back to his place and would be having sex shortly after that. At least, she hoped that was what was about to happen.

“They say that it’s noise pollution,” he grumbled.

“And you didn’t take it well?” she asked, already knowing the answer to her question from the expression on his face.

“I told them all to go fuck themselves,” he growled.

“I’m sure that went over well,” Sprite said, rolling her eyes at him.

“I don’t care what they think of me. I just want them to mind their business and keep their noses out of mine,” he said.

“I get that,” Sprite admitted. “The guys at the bar like to stick their noses in my business. I mean, I don’t mind Savage and Bowie giving me advice, but I hardly know the rest of the guys. I just wish that I could tell them to go fuck themselves, sometimes, but I like my job and need the money.”

“How about you point out the nosey fuckers, and I’ll give them your message. That way I can let off some steam and you can get your satisfaction,” Chains offered, making her giggle.

“I’d really love to watch you do that, but I’m afraid that it won’t work. I’m sure that the guys will see right through our scheme, and I’ll lose my job for sure,” she said.

“Well, if you change your mind, just let me know,” he said.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she promised. Chains pulled into a driveway at the end of the cul de sac, and she masked her gasp with her cough.

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