Page 313 of The Tempted

Yep, absolutely had its perks. Brittany would be riding my dick in the locker room by the end of the day. I was sure of it.

I winked at her, leaning over the counter.

“Hiya beautiful,” I crooned.

“Riggs,” a voice warned.

Fucking Bianci.

Add cock blocker to Mr. Legit’s extracurricular activities.

“Lay off my employees,” he growled, pulling me by the back of my vest like I was a little kid. I blew a kiss to Brittany and mouthed “later” to her.

I reached behind me, peeled his fingers from my vest and stood tall.

“Why the hell did you do that for? That was an easy score man!”

“Look, you and I are stuck with one another for a while which means we need to set some rules in place,” he said, crossing his arms against his broad chest.

“Rules?” I scoffed. Neither of us did well with rules. This was a joke.

“Rule number one, keep your dick in your pants around my staff and my clients,” he said.

I covered my mouth with my hand and tried not to laugh in the guy’s face.

“I’m serious, Riggs,” he grunted.

“I’ll stay away from employees but clients are fair game,” I said, eyeing the tight ass walking out of the locker room. “No negotiating,” I declared as she bent over to tie her shoelace.

Goddamn!

“Jack says you’re a loose cannon, that you fly off the handle,” he started.

“I am not,” I defended. “I don’t take shit from people is all,” I stated.

He smirked.

“What?”

He shook his head, his smirk firmly in place.

“Don’t go there, bro,” I said. “Your mother is the exception, that bitch is certifiable.”

“That’s my mother you’re talking about,” he said, his smirk faltering.

“Well if it’s any consolation your sister is hot as fuck,” I offered. “Makes up for your mom being a crackerjack.”

His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened as he advanced toward me making it obvious that Anthony had a soft spot where my kitten was concerned.

“Only gonna say it once,” he said gravely. “Rule number two, the only one you better pray you follow,” he added, backing me up against a wall. “Stay the fuck away from my sister,” he growled.

Whoa. I held up my hands in mock defeat.

“Relax, bro, she lives in the sticks for crying out loud,” I argued.

“She’s visiting,” he ground out.

My eyebrows raised and my cock perked up. Kitten was in town? Wonder if I can get the little kitten to purr.

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