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“In that case, we have one more stop to make.” Joey gave a wink at her as he rose from his seat, pulling her up out of her seat onto her feet with him.
After they both cleaned up their dishes so as not to leave Nonna a mess, they retrieved their belongings, and Joey guided her outside.
“What’s next in your playbook?” Playfully she grinned at him wondering what other tricks he was going to pull out of his bag for the rest of their time together. He struck her as the type of guy that always had a plan.
“I had to ditch my playbook for you. I didn’t think you’d go for the flowers and a five-star restaurant.”
The smile on her face hadn’t faltered since they left Nonna’s. “You’re not wrong.”
He led them back to the sports bike they arrived on, handing the spare helmet over to her. “One last stop.” Layne pulled the bulky helmet on and got on the bike behind him making sure she was scooted all the way up against his firm backside.
They took off, the headlight on the front of the bike cutting through the dark of the open road ahead of them now that evening had fully descended on the city. The cool air whipping around them made her grateful for his body providing a shield against it and giving off some residual heat.
When he turned the engine off in front of an older apartment building, it was hard to fully see all of its historical charm at this time of night. It only rose to maybe seven floors tall, a short building by New York’s standards. The reddish-brown bricks looked mismatched as if they had replacements throughout the years resulting in uneven fading. The street lights reflected off the glass entryway doors. A callbox mounted to the right of the doors was only one of a few features that gave away an indication of more modern amenities.
Joey helped Layne off the back of the bike, taking both helmets and locking them in place onto the bike. Leading her by the hand, he took her inside the double set of doors and to the elevator. Once they were in the confined space of the metal box, he stood behind her resting his hands on her hips. The button for the seventh floor was lit up as their destination.
“Lucky number seven, hm? Seems fitting.” She observed.
“Why’s that?” His mouth was closer to her ear than she had realized when the warmth of his voice fell against her neck.
She leaned into him, her ass teasingly pushing back against him as her hand reached out to pull the bright red stop switch on the elevator’s control panel. They were roughly five floors up when the car ceased its movement between floors.
Layne twirled around to look at him face-to-face, not hesitating to pull herself up to the front of his chest, her lips crashing onto his. All her needs funneling into that passionate moment full of heat and desire.
Joey’s hand came to hold onto her face while the other drew her even nearer at her lower back. The searing kiss intensified as their bodies pressed into one another. He guided her back until she was up against the wall. Her body was unable to escape the feeling of the strength of his hard body on her—in every regard.
Layne devoured his taste, consuming all of it and willing to drown her very soul in it. After fantasizing about this night after night, she was now getting exactly what she had been pining for.
Even when she should have come up for air, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t tell whose breath was in either of their airways. Joey’s mouth was the most addictive drug she had ever experienced. His tongue possessively claimed hers inside of her mouth while her figure rubbed up against him in a suggestive fashion.
His hand slid onto the top of her breast, roughly kneading it in his hand indicating she hadn’t been the only one thinking about this moment. Her pert nipples were poking at the light fabric of her crop top in a delighted reaction to his touch.
Assertively she pushed him back to the wall opposite of her with a smile on her face, breathless. “We’re going to need more time than this elevator is going to stay held up for.”
Joey’s hand gave a smack to the red stop switch, popping the button back in causing a jolt of the lift as it continued its ascension once more.
As far as she was concerned, she had an itch and Joey was the only one that was going to be able to scratch it. Her hand reached out and grabbed him by the belt of his pants, pulling him back towards her. He responded by nipping at her throat, hungrily speaking with the deep gravel of his voice rumbling against her skin. “Hope you cleared your schedule. I’m going to take my damn sweet time enjoying all of you.”
The doors opened up and she backed up out of the elevator, already in the process of unlatching his belt. Feverishly she captured his lips again while he fumbled for the keys to his apartment. Layne spoke between breaths and sporadic kisses. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. I hate being disappointed.” Her playful smirk promised an array of all the sinful delights ahead of them.
Joey reached behind her as they came to unit 701, twisting his key in the lock and swinging the door open as he prepared to begin the ravaging.
Layne shrugged off her jacket, tossing it to the floor as they both stumbled inside. Using his foot, Joey kicked the door shut directly behind them. The unit was blanketed in darkness, causing them to bump into a side table knocking some unopened mail onto the floor.
The clearing of a throat interrupted what should have been nothing but silence in the apartment. The light in the living area flickered on. Joey and Layne weren’t the only ones there in that apartment.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It took a moment for Layne’s eyes to adjust when the darkness in the apartment was cast away by the sudden light. Standing there in the living room were two men, one of whom she would recognize any day of the week; Michael Franzetti.
The thinning raven hair was long enough to pull into a small bob of a ponytail. A patchy goatee on his face, and one of those flesh-colored moles on the side of his nose the size of a shirt button. He was dressed in a gaudy-looking suit with a mixture of patterns and colors that were abrasive to the eyes.
Shit. That was the first thought that fired off inside Layne’s head.
Standing next to Michael was a heaping giant of a man, whom she didn’t recognize, with a scowl on his face. Layne could only assume that he was hired muscle to keep Franzetti safe and protected.
It was challenging to get a good read of Franzetti’s expression, if he was surprised to see Layne there with Joey it was well concealed. The strap of her top hung off the side of her shoulder, Layne immediately pulled it back up into its place as she swallowed down her anxieties while trying to process the gravity of the situation that had just presented itself.
