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“What the hell is your problem?” she asked.

She had every intention of playing nice. Of trying to figure this out in a nice and friendly manner, but now, she was pissed. No, scrap that, she was infuriated.

“I wondered who was in the kitchen.”

“And you don’t even knock. You just stand there looking at me, like a psycho?”

“I didn’t realize how easily afraid you were. Next time, I will be careful. That I promise you.”

Harlow took a deep breath. “Next time. You can’t stand having me around, why don’t you cut the crap in attempting to make me afraid, okay? I get it, this clubhouse is yours. You already feel it has been taken from you because Smokey wants to have this sweet, nice Christmas with his woman.”

Hunter took a step toward her. “The clubhouse doesn’t bother me, little girl. It will always be ours, regardless of the glitter and sparkling lights.”

“Then what is your problem?” she asked.

He took another step toward her, then another.

Harlow didn’t feel threatened. She refused to admire his muscular body.

“You need to go inside. You’re going to get cold.”

“Stop telling me what to do. I can handle the cold. I want to know what your problem is.”

“You want to know what my problem is?” he asked.

She growled. “That is what Ijust freaking said.”

He leaned down so his lips were next to her ear. “You’re my problem, little girl. You’re fucking everywhere I turn. You, and your vegan fucking mouth and body. You need to stay the hell away from me. You’re Big Dick’s little sister, and with you always around, I can’t be the good guy everyone wants me to be.”

Okay, this had taken a dramatic turn. She shouldn’t have asked, but then, he didn’t pull away.

“What do you want to be?” she asked.

He banded an arm around her waist and pulledher in close.

She looked up at him, a little taken aback by just how good it felt to have his arms on her body.

Was this a big mistake? It sure didn’t feel like it.

She knew without having to ask her brother, that if he knew what was going on, he’d be pissed.

She hada feeling her brother had put a big-assdo not touchsign on her.

Hunter pressed his face against her neck. “I want to be so fucking bad and see just how sweet that mouth of yours is. To know if your cunt is as tight as I figure it would be, and your ass, I want to know if you want to be dirty with me as I take your ass.”

She gasped.

Hunter lifted his head. “Fuck it.” He slammed his lips down on hers, and the truth was, Harlow had never been on a date. She had never been kissed by a guy.This was a first for her.

At school, she was often given a wide berth unless it was by the girls who wanted to date her brothers. This was different. Hunter wasn’t a boy, he was a full-grown man, and she knew this was fucking dangerous. He was defying the rules of the club just to kiss her.

What the hell did this mean?

Epilogue

Avadidn’t go home.

She, Umberto, and Smokey stayed at the clubhouse. With the big secret out, there was no reason for Harlow to hide, so her employee came with her to handle all the Christmas orders.


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