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“I am wearing my boxer briefs,” he states.

“That is still not enough clothing, Target.”

“Kohen. My woman calls me Kohen when we are alone and in bed.” He winks.

“Y-your woman,” I splutter.

He drops his head, kissing my lips softly before pulling back to gauge my reaction. With wide eyes, I take him in. God, he is sexy and handsome with a rugged edge to him.

His lips are plump, and even for a brief moment they felt so good pressed against me. Images of last night come flooding back: Flirting, shots being drunk like they were going out of fashion, then Target and his club brothers arriving.

My eyes widen when the realization comes back to me that he is not married.

He smiles, his body lowering onto mine, and his hand comes up touching my face.

“Is the information I told you last night coming back to you, beautiful?” I nod.

“I saw you kiss her, Target.” I refuse to even consider being with a man who still has feelings for another woman.

His ex-wife to boot. I saw how she looked at him; even if she is married to another man, she still feels something for him and it is not worth the risk to my heart to start something with him.

“Kohen.” He arches a brow.

“Kohen.” I sigh. “Can you move off of me, please? I cannot speak when you are all naked and pressed against me.”

His grin widens, showing his ego has been well and truly stroked.

He flexes, his hips pressing into the apex of my thighs, making me moan. Damn it.

“I think you like me pressed against you, baby.” I shake my head, and he presses forward again. “Stop lying to yourself, baby.”

“I am not lying,” I say weakly as my panties are dampened.

He chuckles, which makes his body shake, and I can feel how rock-hard his dick is between us. Oh my, he is huge from what I can feel, bigger than I have had before, not that there have been many.

“Your body is saying otherwise, baby. Your eyes have dilated. Your tits are heaving with each harsh breath, and I can feel your body vibrating with the need to have my cock buried deep inside of you.”

“Stop.” I close my eyes, letting the feel of his hot skin settle into my bones.

“Never. I want to claim you, Mads.” Why does the sound of him shortening my name please me?

“Claim me, but why, you barely know me.” My voice drops to an almost whisper.

Shit, I can’t be a biker’s woman again.

He kisses me instead of answering, his cock twitching between us. My body burns like an inferno for him. I have read all about how bikers claim their women and I have even read in some books that they have to have sex with their woman in front of the entire club and that is not something that I am prepared to do.

I think.

Breaking the kiss, I press my head deeper into the pillow.

“Why me, Kohen? I saw the club girls, they are way freaking hotter than me. Hell, your wife is a walking supermodel, for crying out loud.”

“Ex-wife, Mads. Ruth is hot yes, but fuck, baby, it’s you that I see taking my cock, not her. The club girls are easy and I am not into that shit anymore. Yes, I used to fuck them when needed, not going to hide that from you, but hell that gets old really fucking quick. Some brothers like the easy pussy. Me? I like someone with fire, a woman who will challenge me, not give in to my every word. You know someone like that?” He smiles.

“Yeah, Darian. My bestie. That is not me. I own an event planning business, Target, I am boring. I read in my spare time and I watch cooking shows.” I try my best to deter the man but he is not having any of it.

“So, you can cook?” he asks.

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