Page 39 of The Woman in the Warehouse

“Yeah?” he asked, reaching for something on the rack of snacks, and holding it up in the air at one of the men behind the counter, getting a nod from him, then tucking it into his jacket before I could see what it was. “What’s that?” he asked, holding the door for me.

“Easier just to show you when we get back,” I told him as he reached for his phone to order a ride-share back to the ferry.

“Warehouse first? Let out Fury?”

I liked it a little too much how he was inserting himself into my life.

We made our way to the ferry and stood there waiting for the next hour, talking more about the structure of the Families, about their connection to the Grassi Family in Navesink Bank.

“Inside?” Anthony asked as we followed the small crowd onto the ferry.

“Let’s do outside this time,” I said, seeing several people already gathered by the railings to enjoy the view as they rode.

He said nothing.

But once the ferry pulled away from the port, he silently moved to stand behind me, his hands lifting to grab the railing on either side of my body, trapping me in the cage of his body.

When I took a step forward, crushing myself against the railing to get some distance from him. But it only prompted him to take a step forward, his entire front pressing into my back, the warmth of him chasing away the chill as the cold, wet air moved around me, making a shiver rack my body.

“What’s the matter, babe?” he asked, his lips tickling the shell of my ear. “Afraid to be alone with me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, saying a silent prayer that my voice wasn’t as breathless as it sounded to my own ears.

“Did you think that just because people are around that I wouldn’t bring up what happened last night?” he asked, his voice for my ears only, and I cursed the way I turned my head a bit to hear him better. “How you were grinding against my cock?” he asked, his teeth nipping my earlobe, making my sex clench hard. “And your nails were digging into my back? And how you were moaning against my lips?” he went on, making my breath go shallow as the unmet need grew through my system.

His head tilted down, lips meeting the skin of my neck just under my ear.

“Been on my mind all fucking day,” he told me. “Just thought you should know.”

With that, he took a step back, and I lost him completely. The wind whipped at me, making me wrap my arms around myself as the heat inside me fought against the chill outside.

While fucking Anthony grinned to himself as he watched us close in on the city.

Suddenly, I regretted telling him about my plan for staking out this Czech crew.

But it was too late.

There was no going back now.

“By the way, here,” he said, reaching into his jacket to produce what he’d taken from the deli.

A bag of gummy fish.

Damn him.

He knew all of my weaknesses.

CHAPTER TEN

Anthony

I couldn’t fucking think straight since the moment I showed up at her warehouse with coffee.

Who was I kidding? I hadn’t been able to think straight practically since I met the woman.

But shit was definitely amplified thanks to the gym.

If Sam hadn’t interrupted, I would have fucked her right there on the desk.

---