DaphneBrad grinned.“Hell yes, Daphne Jones.” He leaned closer. “I want you in my bed. No blankets, no wheelchairs. Just us.”I bit my lip, eyeing him teasingly. “What’s at your place?”“My bike,” he teased. “A big bed. And me, all night.”I laughed, sipping my wine. “Tempting. What’s the plan?”“More of this,” he said, his foot brushing mine. “But slower. I want to take my time with you.”“Slower, huh?” I teased. “You sure?”“However,” he said, his eyes dark. “As long as it'll make you scream my name again.”I tilted my head, imagining it. “Hmm."“Say yes, Daph.”“Yes,” I said finally, smiling. “Let’s go to your place.”Brad paid the bill, taking my hand in his as we left La Bella Vita. His sedan was parked nearby, and we climbed in, the tension thick as he started the engine.“You sure about this? Last chance,” he asked, glancing at me with a grin.“Drive before I change my mind," I replied, my tone teasing but firm.He laughed, pulling out of the lot. “No chance of that. You’re mi
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