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The short sleeves allowed a series of tattoos crawling up his arms to be on full display. On the side with the skull on the back of his hand, the collage of roses, vines, and more skulls intertwined before the edge of his sleeve covered up the imagery. On the other arm, he had what appeared to be a sleeve of ravens, various clock faces, and tombstones.
“Shit!” An exasperated sigh was released as she glared over at Joey. “How did you even get in here?”
He chuckled, pushed off from the frame, and stepped further into the kitchen. “Practice.”
“Wait, how long have you been here?” Suspicion rose in her voice. Layne had never been one for holding back her sounds of pleasure, especially when she thought she was home alone.
“Not long. Only came to have a chat about last night. We have some loose ends to tie up.” However, there was an amusement in his eyes that indicated he might have been lying about how long he had been snooping around.
Layne raised a hand up to get him to cease his talking right there. “No. There’s nothing to chat about.” Nothing at all. Nope. Not a thing. “You found your car, so there’s no need for you to be here. Not to mention that if anyone sees you here, we’d both have hell to pay.”
Joey rolled his eyes at the bossy attitude. “Look, it’s not all about you, sweetheart. I risked my ass last night letting you go. So, maybe it wouldn’t kill you to be a little nice and say ‘thank you’.”
“Thank you? That’s what you came here for?” Layne scoffed in disbelief of where in the hell he got off on thinking she was going to be bowing down to him in gratitude after he just admitted to breaking and entering her house. Sure, she was grateful that things didn’t get messier last night, but she wasn’t forgetful that he had taken the job in the first place either.
“You’re delusional. Get out.” She pointed to the door.
“Not until I get what I came here for.” He now stood directly in front of her. She took a step backward, feeling the edge of the center island press against her lower back. What had he come here for? Her heart skipped a beat as her mind hopped between two strikingly different scenarios; one, he came here to finish the job; or two, he was here to finish the job he had started in her dreams.
Her eyes tracked him while she held still, watching as he lessened the space between them. His hand reached past her and grabbed the keys from the countertop, then raised them in front of her face. “My mail key is on here.” He gave a slight jingle of the keys in the air before dropping them into his pocket, remaining all up in her personal space - a trend that she was fairly certain she shouldn’t be welcoming.
“Great, you’ve got your keys. Are we done here? I don’t need rumors flying all over the city that I’ve got one of Franzetti’s goons hanging around.”
That made Joey outright laugh and shake his head. “One of Franzetti’s goons? I’m hurt.” A hand went to his chest feigning some level of offense to her assumption of who he was and what he did. “Clearly, you don’t know my reputation.”
Layne let out a scoff with enough attitude of ten divas. “Is that supposed to be some flex? You’re some big ol’ baddie and I got off easy?” He inched in closer to her, his hips just barely pressed up against her own. Holding her ground she didn’t lean backwards in this little standoff they had going on in her kitchen.
“Let’s get one thing straight, you got lucky. Don’t expect to have it happen again. I’m the guy they call in when the bad guys are too chickenshit to get the real dirty jobs done.I don’t make mistakes, I don’t get involved, and I don’t leave loose ends.” All seriousness was in his tone.
Those deep brown eyes pierced into her like daggers. Was it just Layne, or was it a little warm in here? Nobody had to tell her how bad things could have been last night. Joey had been hired to take care of the dirty work for her dad’s biggest rival in this city. No matter how self-sufficient she was in handling herself, she would always be someone of value to her father and ultimately a target for enemies like Franzetti to take aim at.
“I can handle myself, don’t you worry your pretty little face.” Her eyes narrowed at him and she placed her hands on the edge of the counter behind her so that she could make sure she kept them to herself.
“Is that right? Didn’t look that way last night.” His voice lowered as an entertained grin curved across that perfectly shaped mouth. Something dark and tempting slid into his gaze.
Layne was not going to be intimidated by anybody, especially not him. She adamantly stood her ground and maintained eye contact with him which was starting to feel overly intimate. “I got away, didn’t I?”
“You want to hear about my reputation? The ugly shit I’ve done? It’s not pretty. You want to know how easily you got off?”
“But, did I? Get off…easily?” A teasing sparkle shone in her eyes as the air between them began to grow heavier.
His hands grasped her sides, hoisting her up as though she weighed nothing at all, and set her ass down on the edge of the granite counter behind her. Stepping forward he forced himself to stand between her legs, his hips making contact at the apex.
Layne’s heart was anticipatorily pulsing a mile a minute like a racehorse. Joey’s face was now nearly nose-to-nose with her. Inside her core, something else was stirring at having the warmth of his body radiating against her.
Despite the clothing separating them, she could feel how hard he was. It was delightfully head swirling. Her hands rested on top of his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“Don’t tempt me, Layne,” he demanded. “You’re not a good girl, and I’m not a good guy. I’m not the nice guy next door. I’m not your knight in shining armor. I’m not a country club twit that your dad wants you to marry.” His voice came down to a whisper, his lips brushing against her own while he spoke.
Barely being able to gather her own intelligent words in response, she was proud of herself when she was able to say something semi-coherent. “Then, what type of guy are you? Hm?”
Joey may not have been the type that played golf every weekend at the local country club, but Layne saw something in him far more worthy than anything pompous asshats at the golf course could offer.
His hands ran down over the sides of her stomach and curved around down over her ass, each hand taking a handful of it possessively.
As he squeezed her sweet cheeks roughly, he positioned his mouth over to the side of her throat laying a trail of light kisses up it until he reached her ear. The heat of his breath was promising sweet, delicious, and wicked things before he finally spoke into her ear. “I’m the guy that gives you the best fuck of your life then you never see me again.”
Her breath hitched and the arousal was pooling between her legs. Layne’s hands were grasping onto his shirt for dear life now as she prompted him. “Prove it.” That was all the green light Joey needed as he gave a rumbling growl of anticipation of what he was going to do to her.
