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“True. I am an asshole. But you have other thoughts about me as well, don’t you?”
“I…don’t know. Honestly, I’m too sad and too tired to even think about anything right now,” I say as I stretch out on the bed, laying my head on the pillow facing Eli.
Reaching over, he runs his fingers through my clean, damp hair, then cups my face. “I know what will cheer you up.”
“What’s that?” I ask, certain I’ll regret it.
“How about you get naked and come sit on my dick?”
“Eli!” I exclaim while batting his hand away. “Don’t touch me again. The only reason I’m even letting you sleep in this bed tonight is because I put a hole through your leg. So, keep your hands to yourself or I’ll toss your ass out.”
“Fine. We can wait to get naked together again when we’re back in Vegas. Or maybe on the flight, join the mile-high club.”
“Neither of those things are going to happen.”
“If Cass and Cole can sneak around the penthouse then we can too.”
“No.”
“Why not? Dante will be so happy with me for finding you and bringing you back that he may not kill me for fucking you.”
“Yes, he would. He’ll assume you’ve hurt me or forced me.”
“Then you could tell him the truth before he pulls the trigger.”
Rolling to my other side so I don't have to look at his handsome, exhausting face, I say, “Good night, Eli.”
“Good night, Maddie. Thanks for coming home with me and convincing Jordan not to kill me.”
“You’re welcome,” I whisper with a heavy sigh. “It’s not like I could stay in Rockland any longer, not with Jordan hating me and all his friends and MC brothers angry at me. You’ve ruined everything, Eli.”
With a heavy sigh of his own, he says, “That’s what I do best. I ruin things.”
A moment later, his much larger body is scooting up behind mine, spooning me, his arm thrown over my waist. Despite my threat not to touch me, I guess I don’t mind cuddling. I could use a hug. “I want to ruin you too,” he says, his mouth close to my ear.
“You already have,” I remark sadly. Still, I cover his hand with my own. “Promise me you won’t tell Daddy about Jordan or the Savage Kings.”
“I won’t tell him.”
“You swear?”
“Yes, I swear. Jordan is too pretty to die. The other Savage Kings are too.”
“You mean it?”
“Yes. The biker boys really are some gorgeous bastards…”
“Eli! I’m serious. You won’t tell Daddy?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he says, swiping our combined fingers overmyheart instead of his own.
“Thank you,” I tell him. Craning my neck around, I even press my lips to his cheek. “And thank you for coming to find me, even though I didn’t want to be found. If you hadn’t…the PI and his friends…”
“You’re welcome,” he says on an exhale.
I tell myself I’ll just close my eyes for a moment to rest, and then, I’ll book our flight back to Vegas, even though it means I’ll never see Jordan again. But instead, silent tears fall one right after another down my cheeks.
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