Page 47 of Devilish Ink

“No,” he said, his voice so blunt it stunned me. “We aredonewith this dance.”

His hard torso seared into me as he pulled me against him. His lips crashed into mine.

I had no fight left. He’d taken me by siege and he had won.

The need for him was all-consuming, the orgasm that had temporarily sated me earlier, feeling so distant. I could barely string two coherent thoughts together as to why this was a bad fucking idea, why I shouldn’t be getting involved with a man I was just going to leave.

I gave in. My fingers grabbing at his hair, his fingers digging into my back. My body burned as he pulled me tighter, as he explored my tongue with his, as we groaned into each other’s mouths.

I moaned as Lee’s kisses trailed down to my neck. I bucked against him, an ache in my chest, need between my legs.

He lifted up my thighs like I weighed nothing and sat me onto the counter, holding my core flush to his very hard and very big erection.

We poured our twin groans into each other’s mouths. I was seconds away from begging him to fuck me when a creak of floorboards made us both freeze.

Shite. Was someone creeping around inside the studio?

Lee had one hand inside my shirt, one hand at the small of my back, holding me close. My arms were wrapped around the back of his neck, fingernails digging into his scalp.

Neither of us moved and we were an almost perfect reflection of the tattoo raw and red on Lee’s naked chest.

We waited. Breathing heavily against one another.

I heard the sound again.

A loud, long moan.

It wasn’t an intruder.

Lee and I locked eyes and laughed at the same time. Covered our mouths to hide our laughter at the same time.

We parted only to avoid the plaster that snowed down fromthe ceiling above us as the bed upstairs thumped on the floorboards chorused with high-pitched moans.

“This might go on for a while,” I whispered, a giggle on my lips which were still wet from his tongue.

“What time is it?” he asked.

I searched for my phone to check, but Lee interrupted my search. Hand in mine.

“Never mind what time it is,” he said as Rachel started screaming. “Your shift is over.”

“I’m not sure—”

“Your shift is over.” He snatched his shirt and jacket off the couch. “And I’m taking you for a pint.”

RY

“Ithought ‘pints’ was code for ‘back to my gaff’,” I said with a grumble.

Lee smiled and held the door to The Jar open for me like a fucking gentleman, letting the merry strains of a live trad band out into the cold night. Asshole.

“Why, Ryleigh,” he said, a teasing note to his voice, “are you objectifying me?”

I let out ahumpftand stormed through the ancient wooden doorway, made harder because his giant build took up most of the doorframe, and I couldn’t so much as stomp past as slide past.

The bastard grabbed me around the waist and kissed me long and hard.

I groaned and clutched at his shirt, fumbling for his buttons, need burning inside me so I was a single roaring thought: to get him naked and to ride him senseless.

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