Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“I have a better idea,” I said, getting up to clear our plates.
“Yeah?” he asked, reaching for something on the rack of snacks, and holding it up in the air at one of the men behind the counter, getting a nod from him, then tucking it into his jacket before I could see what it was. “What’s that?” he asked, holding the door for me.
“Easier just to show you when we get back,” I told him as he reached for his phone to order a ride-share back to the ferry.
“Warehouse first? Let out Fury?”
I liked it a little too much how he was inserting himself into my life.
We made our way to the ferry and stood there waiting for the next hour, talking more about the structure of the Families, about their connection to the Grassi Family in Navesink Bank.
“Inside?” Anthony asked as we followed the small crowd onto the ferry.
“Let’s do outside this time,” I said, seeing several people already gathered by the railings to enjoy the view as they rode.
He said nothing.
But once the ferry pulled away from the port, he silently moved to stand behind me, his hands lifting to grab the railing on either side of my body, trapping me in the cage of his body.
When I took a step forward, crushing myself against the railing to get some distance from him. But it only prompted him to take a step forward, his entire front pressing into my back, the warmth of him chasing away the chill as the cold, wet air moved around me, making a shiver rack my body.
“What’s the matter, babe?” he asked, his lips tickling the shell of my ear. “Afraid to be alone with me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, saying a silent prayer that my voice wasn’t as breathless as it sounded to my own ears.
“Did you think that just because people are around that I wouldn’t bring up what happened last night?” he asked, his voice for my ears only, and I cursed the way I turned my head a bit to hear him better. “How you were grinding against my cock?” he asked, his teeth nipping my earlobe, making my sex clench hard. “And your nails were digging into my back? And how you were moaning against my lips?” he went on, making my breath go shallow as the unmet need grew through my system.
His head tilted down, lips meeting the skin of my neck just under my ear.
“Been on my mind all fucking day,” he told me. “Just thought you should know.”
With that, he took a step back, and I lost him completely. The wind whipped at me, making me wrap my arms around myself as the heat inside me fought against the chill outside.
While fucking Anthony grinned to himself as he watched us close in on the city.
Suddenly, I regretted telling him about my plan for staking out this Czech crew.
But it was too late.
There was no going back now.
“By the way, here,” he said, reaching into his jacket to produce what he’d taken from the deli.
A bag of gummy fish.
Damn him.
He knew all of my weaknesses.
CHAPTER TEN
Anthony
I couldn’t fucking think straight since the moment I showed up at her warehouse with coffee.
Who was I kidding? I hadn’t been able to think straight practically since I met the woman.
But shit was definitely amplified thanks to the gym.
If Sam hadn’t interrupted, I would have fucked her right there on the desk.
And I hadn’t been able to think about shit else since. Not even after I got home and worked through some of the frustration in my system.
Even as I came, I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
I needed her. Her fingers in my hair, her skin against mine, her heels digging into my ass, her moans against my lips.
I didn’t even give a fuck that it wasn’t smart in the context of what we were working on. We were adults. We could fuck and work together.
At least that was what I was making myself believe because I both needed her on this case, and needed her on a physical level.
Judging by the way she melted against me on the deck of the ferry when I’d moved in behind her, she was still feeling the same way with some time and space to think it over.
She was stubbornly silent on the whole way back to the city, and even on the subway ride, then the walk to the warehouse.
Fury was the only one who got to be addressed by her. “Hey, my girl. Have things been calm around… uh oh. Man down,” she said, walking over toward where on Fury’s brand new bed, where a toy lamb that had been gutted. “That’s okay,” she said, patting Fury’s broad head. “I’m sure he had it coming,” she said as she grabbed the leash, clipped it on, then took off, leaving me to follow in her wake or hang back.