Free Giving It to the Bad Guy (Saints and Sinners MC Book 3) by Sam Crescent

slamming the door closed as he did. The glass shattered, and Sarah cursed.
    “Great, just great.” She grabbed her cell phone and started calling someone.
    Moving up to the counter, he waited for her to finish.
    “Hello, Saint, I know you’re probably super busy, but Ralf has just broken the glass in the door. We now need a new door. Get back in touch. Bye.” She hung up the phone, and sighed. “Hi.”
    “Are you mad?”
    “No. I’m not mad at you. He came with some lunch, and I didn’t know what to do, and he was being a little persistent. We were an item at one point, but he doesn’t seem to grasp that it’s over. Hopefully, he’ll see that we are so over. How are you?”
    “I’m doing great. I see you’re already eating lunch.” He took a seat at the counter and took her hand.
    “Yeah.”
    “A burger? Don’t they have that special you like?”
    “They do. Ralf got me lunch.” She shrugged. “I guess a few years of dating wasn’t enough to let him know what I liked or not. I’m a little offended. We were dating a long time, and he doesn’t even know what I like.”
    Knife shrugged. “I guess he wasn’t paying attention.”
    “You like that, don’t you?”
    “His loss is my gain.” He tugged on her hand, and she leaned across. “I’m not going to be stupid enough to lose you.”
    She cupped his cheek, and he claimed her lips. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he moaned as she met him halfway.
    Sarah sighed. “You know exactly what to say and do to make me feel so happy.”
    “Now, eat. I know it’s not what you want, but there’s no need to put good food to waste.”
    “While I eat, you look,” she said, passing him a newspaper.
    He opened it up and looked at a couple of apartments. “Is this all you could find?”
    “They’re within my budget. I’m not made of money.”
    “How do you feel about us moving in together?” he asked, watching as she paused.
    “Moving in together?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Don’t you think that is a little soon?”
    He shook his head. “I don’t think it’s too soon. It’s just the right time, unless you’re not ready.”
    “It’s not that. It’s just, erm, we’re new.”
    “We’ve been getting to know each other a long time.”
    “I get that, but there is no coming back from moving in together. That is a long term thing. I’m not exactly well known for it.” She winced, and he laughed, running his thumb across her bottom lip.
    “You’re gorgeous when you’re nervous. How about we give ourselves a tester?”
    “A tester?”
    “When we find an apartment, I stay with you one day a week for a month, and then we increase it.”
    “We can’t do that?”
    “We can. I’ve got a place to stay at the clubhouse. What do you have?” he asked.
    “I’m staying at the cabin with Elena and Pipe.”
    “Exactly. You’ve not got a place to stay. I’ve not even bothered looking for a place to stay because I’ve got a warm bed at night.”
    She nodded. “Okay, one day a week, and then we keep on increasing that?”
    “Until you’re ready for us to go full time living together.”
    Sarah nodded. “I like that.” She took a deep breath, and he saw the blush rushing into her cheeks.
    “How long does Elena have for lunch?”
    “She has another half hour.”
    “Do you have an office?”
    “Yes.”
    “Would you like me to show you what I can give you with only half an hour of my time?”
    She sighed. “Hell yes.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Saint frowned as he disconnected the call and left his office. Sarah rarely called him, yet when she did, it was always for a good reason.
    Leaving his office within the clubhouse, he walked out to the main part of the club. Rage, Willy, and Shorty were going over some paperwork.
    “Where’s Pea?” he asked.
    “In his room. He’s not been down since the party last night,” Rage said.
    Leaving the main club, he made his way up toward Pea’s room.
    “What is it?” Rage asked.
    He didn’t say anything