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“What’s that?” She nodded over at the bag he was carrying.
“A change of clothes.”
She put a hand on her hip. “And just why would you need those?”
“Did you think I was going to tell your dad I was going to keep an eye on you and leave you home by yourself on day one of the job?” He set the bag down on the floor at the bottom of the stairs with a light thud.
“First, no one told you to volunteer for this. Second, you can’t possibly watch me every second of the day.”
“But trying is half the fun.” He gave a sly wink at her. “Besides, did you already forget the rules?”
Layne rolled her eyes while walking into the kitchen to take a gander at what she had in her fridge. Beer, condiments, her weekly bag of salad mix that she never actually used and needed to be trashed, and a leftover slice of cherry cheesecake Rebecca had dropped off yesterday.
Opting for the decadent dessert, she pulled out the small plastic container and shut the fridge, only to see Joey standing there leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed in front of his muscular chest and his legs comfortably crossed at the ankles while watching her every move.
There was a calculating look in his eyes. She tried to reach around him to the drawer he was blocking, but he didn’t move. “You’re blocking my silverware drawer.”
“You look a little agitated.” A real Sherlock Holmes here picking up on her irritation, wasn’t he?
“Agitated? No, I’m frustrated. I’m frustrated because somehow you have managed to work your way into my business. I don’t mix my personal life with my business dealings, and yet here you are. I’m frustrated that you have me frustrated, when this,” she motioned back and forth between the two of them, “should have been a one-time casual encounter.”
He had the audacity to smirk at her while he stood there listening to her rant about her frustrations. Joey reached out and took the cheesecake container from her hand and set it on the counter next to him. Without a word, he snatched her up and flung her over his shoulder with ease.
She found herself very suddenly staring down at his nice-looking cargo-clad ass. “Joey! I’m being serious!” He carried her upstairs to her bedroom, dropping her down onto her bed like a ragdoll. She bounced against the mattress with a squeak. “What are you doing?!”
“Going to take care of your frustration.” He pulled the bottom of his shirt up and over his head exposing the hard physique of his upper body decorated with all of the tattooed artwork.
He didn’t need to say it to her twice. Layne quickly disposed of her clothes, wildly flinging them off to the side. Not a second longer after Joey dropped his pants, he pinned her down underneath him. She buried her fingers in his hair as she pulled herself up to latch her mouth onto his out of raw lust.
His hands ran up her legs, pushing them apart to expose her sex glistening with her excitement. While his tongue forced its way into her mouth to explore her addictive taste, he lined up the head of his shaft along her opening.
Breaking herself away from his mouth, she showered his face with several more hasty kisses. “Don’t you dare make me wait. I need you.”
As soon as she said those last three words, he sheathed himself deeply into her. “Fuck, Layney, you have been waiting for my cock, haven’t you?”
She cried out as he pushed himself into her in one go, welcoming the sensation of pleasure and the way her body was forced to take him. His hips began pumping his dick into her, losing himself in the moment. His hand slid between them, his thumb circling over her aching clit. The second he made contact her hips bucked at the intense sensation as she yelled out a series of unintelligible words.
In a few firm strokes of her swollen clit, Layne’s body shook to her core with an otherworldly orgasm that had her vision hazy as her pleasure-filled screams filled the air. He continued to grind himself deep into her, groaning out loudly as her pussy locked down around him.
Staying buried deep inside of her, his arm slid around her back and pulled her upright with him as he sat back on his heels so she was straddling him. His hands ran down her back and possessively grabbed a handful of her firm ass with each hand and began rolling her hips against him.
Layne was still trembling like a leaf from her explosive release moments ago, her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping their bare bodies in contact. Her hips rode his cock at a slow and steady pace as she recovered from the intensity that had surged through her body. However, she quickly unleashed the hunger that was still gnawing at her for more of him.
“I need more of you.” The intimate position had her staring right into his eyes as she panted from the intensity of the sensations her body was experiencing.
“I’ve got all night planned to take care of my good girl.” He nuzzled his face into the side of her neck, trailing hot kisses along her throat as he handled her ass to ride him more vigorously.
Joey kept good on his promise and used the rest of the night making sure Layne had her fill of him until she was left with a mess between her legs, a sheen of sweat slowly drying on her skin, and pure satisfied bliss overcoming every inch of her body.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The next several days were spent trying to assess what type of normal there was going to be between Layne and Joey. He had two tasks on his plate: keeping her safe while simultaneously plotting out how to fulfill his obligations to the head of the O’Reilly family on repaying Michael Franzetti for his unfortunate decision to try and snuff out Layne’s life.
It wasn’t going to be a quick process getting a plan of action in order if he was going to do this the right way. Layne had been sending her resources out to gather some information from Franzetti’s weakest links to assist Joey in making his plans. He wasn’t thrilled about her trying to insert herself into the process, but he was losing that battle with the fiercely determined woman he had chosen to put his life and reputation on the line for.
Joey came downstairs freshly showered, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans belted around his waist. His dirty blonde hair looked darker than normal thanks to it still being damp. He grabbed the cup of coffee Layne had set aside on the center island for him and carefully sipped the dark roast.
Partially seated at the kitchen table, Layne had one knee on the chair and the other on the floor while she leaned over the table. She was already dressed and ready to start her day in a pair of lightly distressed blue jeans and a snug long-sleeved shirt with a low-cut neckline. Layne flipped through a few texts and emails on her phone.
