Page 63 of Hot Shot

I whimper as his fingertips press in circles into my flesh. “Oh dear God.”

As I hoped, his fingers inch lower and lower, under the edge of my bra to find my nipples and tug them between his fingers and thumbs. A groan climbs my throat.

“I think this is turning into more than a shoulder massage.”

“You’ve deduced my dastardly plan to debauch you.”

“Oh wow. That was a good sentence.”

He chokes. “Glad I impressed you with my words.”

“Oh, you’re impressing me with more than just words. Those hands . . . God.”

“You like my hands, baby?” He squeezes my breasts.

The straps of my bra fall down on my arms, the cups loosening. “Yes. I like your hands a lot. Especially right . . . there.”

“Feeling more relaxed, babe?”

“Oh yeah. Any more relaxed I’ll be a puddle on the floor.”

“Excellent.” He plucks at my tender nipples again, sending a zing of sensation right to my core.

I draw in a deep breath, pushing my breasts farther into his hands.

“So perfect,” he whispers, his lips near my ear. “You make me so fucking hot.” He tests the weight of my breasts.

“Oh me too.” I lift my head and turn it so our mouths almost meet. “I’msohot.”

“Good.” He touches his lips to mine in a long, clinging kiss that makes my blood sizzle.

“You’re distracting me.”

“Yes.”

I smile against his mouth. “It’s a good distraction.”

14

MARCO

“So if we opened a place like that, do you think you could get your little gang buddies to come?”

I lean against the counter and watch Julia washing dishes for the last time at Conquistadors. Carrie told Julia about our plan, but this isn’t going to work if we don’t get kids to come there and paint legit murals instead of defacing property and possibly stealing cars, progressing to drug deals and murder.

“Maybe.” Julia tips her head to one side.

“Have you seen your graffiti friends? Since you got caught?”

“Um, yeah, once or twice.” She looks down. “But I haven’t done any more graffiti.” Her shoulders slump.

“You want to, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“You really love painting?”

She nods, but doesn’t look up from the pot she’s scrubbing.

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