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Ford:Be there in 20

Me:Perfect

Twenty minutes was just the right amount of time to finish everything. I was putting our plates on the table and opening a bottle of wine as Ford walked in. Seeing him still gave me butterflies. “Hi,” I greeted with a smile.

The surprised grin on Ford’s face was priceless as he looked from me to the table and back. “What’s all this?”

I set the bottle of wine down and walked over to him. “I wanted to make you a nice dinner for letting me stay here.”

He pulled me against him, pressing a scorching kiss on my lips. “Kitten, if you keep doing shit like this, you can stay as long as you want.”

Giggling, I led him to the table and poured us each a glass of wine. I wasn’t sure if Ford drank wine, but I wanted our dinner to be romantic and classy, and beer just didn’t fit that equation.

I handed Ford a glass as I took a sip of my own. The way he was looking at me made my sex clench, like he wanted to devour me instead of the meal I’d just made.

Ford set the glass down and picked me up, propping me up on the table. Then he got down on his knees and pushed my dress up.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

His hands snaked up my thighs and pulled my panties down. “I want dessert first.”

“But the food will get cold,” I pointed out, but Ford wasn’t hearing it. And as soon as he buried his face in my sex, my protest died on my lips.

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As we lay in bed after having dinner then having sex, Ford played with my hair. I let out a sigh of content as I rested my head on his chest.

He pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “That food was delicious, babe.”

A smile curved my lips. “Oh, yeah? What was your favorite part?”

His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle. “Your pussy.”

I laughed, craning my neck to look up at him. Tugging on his long beard, I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him. “You can have seconds if you’d like.”

“I think I’ll take you up on that.” He tucked some hair behind my ear. “My prospect told me you almost killed him today.”

I scoffed playfully. “I did not. I was just protecting myself. I didn’t hurt him.”

Ford kissed my forehead. “I know. I’m glad you did. I like that you’re aware of your surroundings and aren’t afraid to defend yourself.”

“You could’ve let me know you had someone following me. I thought my dad sent someone after me.”

Ford’s face hardened into a frown. “He’d be a dead man if he did.”

Even though I was happy with Ford, I hated that I’d lost my family because of it. “Do you think he’ll forgive me one day?”

His features softened. “I don’t know, kitten. Bikers are stubborn assholes when it comes to their clubs and respect. What we’re doing is a total slap in the face to the Forsaken.”

I sighed. “But I’m not in the club. I don’t care about all the politics.”

Ford chuckled. “Whether you like it or not, you were a part of the club as soon as you were born. You have Apache’s blood in your veins, and that makes you Forsaken.”

I huffed, exasperated by the situation. Fucking bikers.

Ford shifted beneath me, moving me off his sculpted body and sliding down between my thighs. “Now, about those seconds…”

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