Page 52 of Last Chance Seduction
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, I didn’t let them ink where I wanted.I wanted an upside-down heart locket between my breasts and over my heart.One that looked worn and rusted to match my own when I’d lost Emily.But the man wanted me topless for it.”
I froze.“Is he alive?If so, I can fix that.”
She snorted.“I went with a different person who let me wear a shirt and made sure everything felt safe.The other guy even handed me tiny little pasties that wouldn’t even cover my entire nipple.”
I couldn’t help but look down at her bra and T-shirt covered breasts, imagining those nipples.
“Eyes up here,” she said, snapping her fingers.
“So says the woman that was just staring at my cock.”
“Your cock is currently pressing against my stomach, so I don’t think you have a leg to stand on.”
“Maybe a third leg.”
She let out a groan and rolled her eyes.“Seriously, that’s the joke you’re going with?”
“My cock is touching you right now and it’s really hard to think.”I leaned forward, sliding my hands through her wet hair, and brushed my lips against hers.“Want to see more of my tattoos?”
“I thought we both had work to do today before we take time off for the holidays.”
“We do.But I can’t help but want to taste you.”
When Mercy’s head fell back, I licked up her neck, biting her jaw.She shivered, and when I went to slide my hand up her shirt to feel those nipples she kept talking about, my doorbell rang.
With a groan, I cursed my cousin’s timing.
“Do you think that’s Daisy?”Mercy asked as she took a step back.
My cock and I wilted in disappointment.“Most likely.Let me get some clothes on.”
“I really like what you’re wearing right now,” Mercy said with a laugh.
“See?I knew this would work.”
“This…” Mercy asked, her eyes wide.
But before I could explain or even think about what this was, my doorbell rang again.I opened up the app on my phone and spoke through the camera microphone.“You have the code.Come on in.”
“Is the deadbolt not on?”Daisy asked.
I cursed.“Damn it.Yeah, I locked us in to be safe.Like usual.One second.”
“I’ve got it,” Mercy said as she scrambled away from me, her cat on her heels.
I closed the app on my phone and quickly shoved into jeans, not bothering with underwear.I pulled on a dark blue Henley and padded downstairs barefoot, hating the fact that my cousin was so prompt and good at what she did.
Because my morning of having breakfast by eating out Mercy and then making her a real breakfast was no longer happening.
Daisy stood in my kitchen, her husband Hugh at her side.“I hope it’s okay that I brought Hugh.The kid is with my parents.”The kid being her adorable stepdaughter we all loved.
“It’s no problem.”I tipped up my chin at Hugh, who just smiled.
“Did you find anything out on who that man was?”Mercy asked.I moved forward, nodding my head in thanks as Mercy handed me a cup of coffee.Then I tangled my fingers with hers and didn’t miss the knowing look in Daisy’s eyes.
“Why don’t you take a seat?”Hugh said, his British accent soothing, though I heard the undertone of worry in it.
