on the rooftop, sugar.”
I surged forward again. “Bullshit. I’m not
just going to stand here.”
The one with sandy hair widened his
stance.
“Move out of my way.”
The other man with a blond buzz cut and a
maniacal glint in his eyes said, “It’s reserved, but come back
later and I’ll arrange something real private.”
He gave me an adorable rakish grin and his
eyes flirtatiously flicked to mine. I bit back a smile. He was hot,
but I wasn’t interested.
“Private? With you?” I pursed my lips. “Not
going to happen.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Move,” I huffed
impatiently.
A deep voice rumbled from the rooftop. “Let
her through.”
They cleared the entrance, allowing me to
walk to the lighted rooftop with its medieval architecture and
vines hugging the bricks.
I skidded to a stop when one of them said,
“Wicked tattoos, sugar.”
I turned around to find them both staring at
me with sly grins.
The one with a buzz cut winked at me.
“I give him two weeks,” the one with sandy
hair said to the other one.
They stepped back to flank the entrance.
Two weeks for what?
I turned around to find Core McKay staring
at me with no smile. He was standing under the bright moonlight,
looking delicious, dangerous, and just plain fucking gorgeous.
“Making trouble everywhere you go,” he
drawled in that ridiculously gruff tone.
My cunt clenched like it recognized its
master’s voice.
“What can I say? I’m a very bad girl.” I
batted my eyelashes almost comically before sashaying toward
him.
Stopping before him, I tilted my head, and
my eyes traveled up his well-built tall body. He had discarded the
tuxedo jacket he wore earlier. Muscles bunched against his crisp
tailored white shirt, and his rolled-up sleeves displayed the
tattoos on his forearms. His collar was unbuttoned, and all I could
focus on was the all-seeing eye tattoo on his neck.
Damn. This didn’t bode well for me. I
was a sucker for men with tattoos.
He crossed his muscular arms. “Hmm… that
happens to be my favorite type of woman.”
He was sexy—well, hot and scary. His dark
hair was cut short on the sides, but it was stylishly longer on
top. His searing steel-gray eyes made me visualize seriously
wicked, naughty things.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Sin, focus.
As the cool air whirled around us, I
sauntered past him to take in the beautiful views of both downtown
and uptown Manhattan as well as the Hudson River.
Feeling his intense gaze, I sighed before
turning and leaning a hip against the ornate railing. I glared
coolly at him. Nothing about him was pretty-boy like or classically
handsome. He was just very attractive in a rugged and dangerous
way.
He regarded me for a long time before
smoothing a hand across his blunt-cut midnight-black hair. And just
like that, he smiled an actual bad-boy smirk that made my pulse
race and sex clench as I imagined all the sexy, kinky
possibilities.
McKay was lethal. I shook my head, feeling
possessed by his presence. With one look, the man could turn my
brain into mush every single time.
“So I heard Kyle Fillion is following you
around like a lost puppy. Are you two fucking?” McKay asked
boldly.
“Not even close.” I sighed heavily. “We
dated in high school. He was a fuck-repeat-and-fuck-again
fling.”
His eyes flashed as he arched his eyebrow at
me. “High school?” His lips twitched into a mockery of a smile.
“He’s chasing you around like you two fucked yesterday. That shit
is pathetic.”
I tilted my head, kind of enjoying the
sarcastic ruthlessness of McKay’s demeanor. “What can I say?
Obviously, what’s between my legs is really memorable.”
McKay laughed, and it was a full-on sexy
sound, which sent a zing to my cunt.
“Apparently.” He silently eyed me.
I squared my shoulders and took a deep
breath. “Why are you gawking at me like that?”
He shrugged one massive shoulder. “Just
trying to figure you out.”
I knew he was toying with me, but I
I surged forward again. “Bullshit. I’m not
just going to stand here.”
The one with sandy hair widened his
stance.
“Move out of my way.”
The other man with a blond buzz cut and a
maniacal glint in his eyes said, “It’s reserved, but come back
later and I’ll arrange something real private.”
He gave me an adorable rakish grin and his
eyes flirtatiously flicked to mine. I bit back a smile. He was hot,
but I wasn’t interested.
“Private? With you?” I pursed my lips. “Not
going to happen.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Move,” I huffed
impatiently.
A deep voice rumbled from the rooftop. “Let
her through.”
They cleared the entrance, allowing me to
walk to the lighted rooftop with its medieval architecture and
vines hugging the bricks.
I skidded to a stop when one of them said,
“Wicked tattoos, sugar.”
I turned around to find them both staring at
me with sly grins.
The one with a buzz cut winked at me.
“I give him two weeks,” the one with sandy
hair said to the other one.
They stepped back to flank the entrance.
Two weeks for what?
I turned around to find Core McKay staring
at me with no smile. He was standing under the bright moonlight,
looking delicious, dangerous, and just plain fucking gorgeous.
“Making trouble everywhere you go,” he
drawled in that ridiculously gruff tone.
My cunt clenched like it recognized its
master’s voice.
“What can I say? I’m a very bad girl.” I
batted my eyelashes almost comically before sashaying toward
him.
Stopping before him, I tilted my head, and
my eyes traveled up his well-built tall body. He had discarded the
tuxedo jacket he wore earlier. Muscles bunched against his crisp
tailored white shirt, and his rolled-up sleeves displayed the
tattoos on his forearms. His collar was unbuttoned, and all I could
focus on was the all-seeing eye tattoo on his neck.
Damn. This didn’t bode well for me. I
was a sucker for men with tattoos.
He crossed his muscular arms. “Hmm… that
happens to be my favorite type of woman.”
He was sexy—well, hot and scary. His dark
hair was cut short on the sides, but it was stylishly longer on
top. His searing steel-gray eyes made me visualize seriously
wicked, naughty things.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Sin, focus.
As the cool air whirled around us, I
sauntered past him to take in the beautiful views of both downtown
and uptown Manhattan as well as the Hudson River.
Feeling his intense gaze, I sighed before
turning and leaning a hip against the ornate railing. I glared
coolly at him. Nothing about him was pretty-boy like or classically
handsome. He was just very attractive in a rugged and dangerous
way.
He regarded me for a long time before
smoothing a hand across his blunt-cut midnight-black hair. And just
like that, he smiled an actual bad-boy smirk that made my pulse
race and sex clench as I imagined all the sexy, kinky
possibilities.
McKay was lethal. I shook my head, feeling
possessed by his presence. With one look, the man could turn my
brain into mush every single time.
“So I heard Kyle Fillion is following you
around like a lost puppy. Are you two fucking?” McKay asked
boldly.
“Not even close.” I sighed heavily. “We
dated in high school. He was a fuck-repeat-and-fuck-again
fling.”
His eyes flashed as he arched his eyebrow at
me. “High school?” His lips twitched into a mockery of a smile.
“He’s chasing you around like you two fucked yesterday. That shit
is pathetic.”
I tilted my head, kind of enjoying the
sarcastic ruthlessness of McKay’s demeanor. “What can I say?
Obviously, what’s between my legs is really memorable.”
McKay laughed, and it was a full-on sexy
sound, which sent a zing to my cunt.
“Apparently.” He silently eyed me.
I squared my shoulders and took a deep
breath. “Why are you gawking at me like that?”
He shrugged one massive shoulder. “Just
trying to figure you out.”
I knew he was toying with me, but I
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