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“Seems like there are easier ways to get quality pussy—” Rock says, before Knox punches his arm, not that it matters.

Dress and all, Promise launches herself across the seat and into my lap, her lips finding mine.

I kiss her back, pulling her deeper into my body.

Because Promise is getting her first lesson on what it means to be with a man who means what he says and does what he means.

And I’ve gotta be honest, I’m glad to be the man to teach her.

It makes me feel like I might actually be something worth a woman like Promise.

Then again, perhaps I should make it through this afternoon first.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Promise

I know we’ve got an audience.

But as his tongue dives into my mouth, I remember what he said this morning. He’s got one hard rule—he keeps his word.

That is a trait I can live with.

“Please,” I whisper against his lips. “Please don’t send me back with him.”

My whisper catches the notice of both Rock and Knox as they both look back.

But before they can ask, Angel grabs my face. “Never,” he answers before he kisses me again, his hand all up in my curls, likely mussing them, not that I care.

I had no idea how much I wanted a man like Angel until I was here. He’s everything I never even hoped to want, and I have that feeling again.

Whatever he’s willing to give me, I will take.

He tips me back, smoothing my skirts even as he continues to ravage my mouth. But I pull away, looking up into his eyes. “Are you trying to keep my dress from wrinkling?”

He quirks a grin. “Tonight I’m going to mess that dress up right. But you look way too beautiful today to be anything other than perfect.”

“I think I just got it,” Rock calls from the front.

Angel doesn’t look away from me, his eyes fixed on my mouth. “Got what?”

“Getting a beautiful, classy woman to marry you is like having a really expensive watch. Everyone knows you’re a baller.”

“Not exactly,” Angel rumbles. “But you are getting warmer.”

I shake my head. Rock is seriously missing a few screws.

But I don’t look at him or Knox. Instead, I nuzzle into Angel’s neck. He smells amazing. Like cologne but with that musky male scent underneath that makes me want to curl into him.

So I do.

I shift in his lap so my chest comes to his, my arm looping around his neck. Once again, he spreads my skirts out, arranging them on the seat so that they don’t crease. I don’t know what it is, exactly, but there is something about a man this raw, this powerful, attending to feminine fashion that makes me all mushy inside.

Knox pulls the car into the Sunoco, though I’m barely paying attention. I hear both Rock and Knox get out of the car and then Angel is cupping my jaw as he brings my mouth back to his. The kiss is long and our lips linger together.

“You’re not still mad at me about the shower, I take it?” he asks against my lips.

“No.”