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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
“What just happened?” I asked, confused why it ended suddenly.
“I won. The ref ended it because the guy was losing consciousness, stupid rule, but...” He shrugged with a tiny grin.
“Oh,” I said as I turned my attention back to the screen. His chest heaved from exertion, his eyes looked fierce, as tiny droplets of sweat slid down his body. Maybe high def was a good thing after all.
“I could watch this recording a million times,” he said, switching off the television, turning toward me.
“You probably have,” I said, smirking.
“Smartass woman.” He started to tickle me on my ribs.
I squirmed trying to break free. “Stop!” I yelped as he pushed me back into the couch.
His fingers moved across my ribs as I tried to find my breath. “I have to teach you a lesson.” The weight of his body made it harder to breathe.
I laughed and tried to pry his hands from my side. “Michael, stop. I can’t breathe,” I huffed out through the laugher, pushing at his fingers.
His hands stilled as he hovered over my body, face to face. “You’re so f**king beautiful when you have a smile on your face.” His eyes roamed my face as his erection pushed against my leg.
He was hard as a rock.
“Is it me or did the fight that turn you on?” I asked.
I would never admit it, but my body ached for him. God, I was such a hypocrite.
“Your laughter did this to me, not the fight.”
“I highly...”He covered my mouth with his hand, stopping me from finishing.
He placed a kiss on my neck. “No more talking for you.”
Giggling behind his hand, my tongue darted out to taste him. “I thought you loved my voice,” I mumbled behind his fingers.
“Shh,” he whispered, running his nose down my cheek before he licked a path down my neck. The warmth of his tongue sent tiny sparks straight to my core.
My fingers dug into his back as I held him to me, enjoying the feel of his tongue. I wanted more. I craved him.
When his lips met my collarbone, my body flinched as my sex convulsed. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My body was a traitor, but at this point, relieving the throb was all that mattered.
My head fell to the side and I opened my eyes. The clock read six – I would be late to work. I pushed Michael off in a panic.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.
“I’m going to be late to work. You have to go and I have to get ready.” I jumped from the couch, pulling down my shirt.
“You’re f**king job is getting in the way,” he said, sitting up.
I hushed him with my finger. “We both have a lot of shit to do. I’ll be off tomorrow if you can find the time to squeeze me into your busy schedule.”
He smiled behind my finger. “I’ll make the time. I’ll do everything early so I can spend time with you.”
“Michael, I’d say you’re smitten if I didn’t know you any better. Are you always this easy?”
“Smitten doesn’t even begin to explain what I am at the moment, Doc.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. “Rock hard is more like it. You’re always leaving me f**king hanging.”
I chuckled as I stared into his eyes.
The man probably never had to wait for sex. Woman probably hung on him and begged for it.
“If you can’t get it to subside, you know where to find me and my needle, handsome.” I kissed his lips before moving out of reach, trying to avoid being pulled down on top of him.
“I’ve always had a fantasy of doing it in a storage closet where we could get caught.” He smiled as he adjusted himself in his pants before standing.
Crossing my arms, I stared at him and shook my head. “I could be fired for that, Michael.”
“Not if we’re quick and quiet. It’s the thrill of getting caught that makes it so f**king great.” He winked as he looked down at me.
I swallowed hard, my mouth feeling dry suddenly. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“You’ll see,” he said, as he brushed his finger across my lip.
I sighed. The man liked to live life on the edge and so did I. I fully expected a visit to the hospital in the coming days.
“Okay. Now scoot. I have to get ready. People’s lives depend on me.” I pushed him toward the door.
He pouted and grabbed his chest, pretending to be wounded. “I’ll show myself out.”
He pulled me into a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he held my head in his hand. The velvety texture of his tongue and the hint of mint left me wanting more.
I moaned, my lips following his mouth as he pulled away.
“A little something to remember me.” He released me and made his way to the door.
“Hey, what’s your MMA nickname?” I called out to him.
“Why ya ask?” he asked with one hand on the doorknob.
“Michael ‘The Iceman’ Gallo.” He smiled and left.
I stood there and tried to think of him as ‘The Iceman,’ but he should be called the ‘The Raging Inferno’.
Walking through the hospital, I looked over my shoulder paranoid that I’d run into Tammy. I still hadn’t done a damn thing to deal with her the last week. I’d been too f**king busy with the shop, family shit, and Mia.
I pushed open the door to Joe’s room with a smile and found it empty. The bed was neatly made and everything was back in its rightful place, but no Joe. My smile evaporated.