Page 36 of Stuck On Them

She pulled at the hem of her shirt, trying to make it longer. “I should go change.”

“No, no. You’re fine.” I pushed off the counter and stalked toward her.

She backed up right into the refrigerator, her face turning a pretty shade of pink. “What are you doing?”

I grabbed onto the top edge of the door, leaning toward her but not touching her. She smelled divine, like fresh strawberries and a hint of coconut.

“I’m just curious,” I said, my voice low and playful. “Are you wearing anything under this shirt?”

She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering down to where my other hand was hovering right at the hem of it. “Luca, we can’t.”

“Ah, so you want to?” I took the fabric between my thumb and forefinger, my eyes never leaving hers.

“That’s not why I’m here. There are rats in my apartment building. Splinter-sized ones.” She wasn’t pushing me away, but she wasn’t giving me permission either.

“Is that where cowabunga came from?”

“Maybe.” She looked down at my lips. “Shouldn’t you, uh... be at work?”

“Shouldn’t you?” I reached out my pinky and brushed her outer thigh.

She trembled and put her head back against the door, shutting her eyes. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m sore.”

Had Ryker fucked her last night? I wouldn’t be surprised with as much as he was going on about her working for us. He didn’t want her there because he couldn’t control himself, and Ryker liked control.

“Where?” Since she wasn’t pushing my hand away, I moved my hand under her shirt and onto her hip. “You naughty girl, walking around with no shorts under here.”

She moaned, her breath becoming staggered. “This is a bad idea.”

“I don’t think it is. You like bad ideas, don’t you?” I squeezed her hip, digging my fingers into her soft flesh.

She opened her eyes. “My legs are sore from stairs... and... and... Garrett kissed me.”

“Then it’s only fair I get to.” I didn’t give her any chance to protest. I brought my lips to hers and poured all the pent-up need for her into our kiss.

Our tongues met and tangled in a wild dance, and my hand moved up the curve of her waist, pulling her closer to me. She melted against me, her body pressing against mine, begging for more.

Who was I to deny her more?

I spun us around and backed her against the island, my lips leaving hers to kiss down her jaw to the sensitive part just below her ear. “Now’s your one chance to stop me.”

“Don’t stop.” She ran her fingers through my hair, and I groaned. Fuck, I loved my hair played with.

With every ounce of restraint I had left, I backed up two steps, loosening my tie to remove it. “Take off your shirt. I need to see those perfect tits while I have breakfast.”

“Are you all bossy like this?” She cringed. “God, that makes me sound like a-”

I shoved my Prada tie in her mouth, her eyes widening as I grabbed her chin. “It makes you sound like a woman who knows what she wants and has three men willing to give it to her.”

Her soft whimper went right to my cock, stoking my need even higher. I’d never wanted someone as much as I wanted her.

“Now, take off your shirt.” I removed my suit jacket, laying it on the counter as she pulled off her shirt and held it against her chest.

I needed the bold woman from that night to come out to play. Rolling up my sleeves, I stepped into her space, my lips trailing along her neck and across her collarbone.

“I’m not going to stop until I have you begging for it,” I murmured against her skin, my hand bypassing the shirt and cupping her between the legs. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you tasted.”

She said something, made an annoyed sound, and reached for the tie in her mouth.

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