GODDAMN. SIN LOOKED FIIINE. It was a Saturday. I guessed her idea of slumming it was wearing a sarong that bared the length of one of her amazing thighs, a pair of sandals that wrapped up her calves in soft leather, and a strapless top that hugged her fuckhot figure in all the right places.
And her idea of going ghetto must’ve been trawling down here by the train yards.
Shock carried across Sin’s face as she took in Trixxie, me, and the aforementioned cock ring.
“Oh, hon. You worried about a little cock ring? Cole has things up his sleeves you ain’t even—”
“Trixx,” I cut her off midstream.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’ll zip it.” Swooping into one of the back rooms, she poked her head out for a final zinger. “Call me if you need a fluffer for her.”
Sinclair stood just inside the door, shafts of sunlight making a halo of her hair. “Are you with her?”
“No. We’re coworkers. I don’t fuck where I earn money.”
“Then how does she know about your cock rings?” Staring at the silver ring I closed my fingers around, she perfected the hands on hips stance once again.
“Why? You jealous?” One of my eyebrows hooked up.
“Hardly.” She flicked back her amazing pure blonde curls and peered at me. “Just seems like something personal.”
“We tattoo and pierce each other, see half-naked bodies all day long. Ain’t much that’s personal around here, precious.” I punched my knuckles down on the counter, the muscles in my shoulders and arms bunching. “Your driver waiting outside?”
“No. I drove myself. I have my own license and everything.” She used that same give it to me, big boy breathy voice she’d taunted me with last night.
Like she knew exactly what I thought about her—overprivileged, unused to hard times, freewheeling and fancy-free without a care in the world.
Her soft green eyes widened to complete the look of total ingénue. Too bad her body spoke another story. And I knew she was taking me for a ride with this Little Miss So Innocent façade.
I stalked to the windows and checked outside. Then my mouth dropped open. I rocked on my heels. I looked some more.
I groaned. “You’re fucking kidding me.” Pressing my index finger to the window, I think I probably drooled. Like a fool. “Tell me that’s not yours.”
“All. Mine.” Her sultry whisper hit my neck, and damn, that was hot, but not as hot as the car illegally parked outside the shop.
A kick-ass ’77 Trans Am.
“Four hundred horsepower in that thing?” I asked.
“Kicks like a mule with the engine of a bull on ’roids.” Sin slid next to me as I goddamn salivated over the muscle car.
With the pop-out top windows and the massive hood bird decal an authentic red and black Firebird, the car was sex-on-four-wheels.
“Fuckin’ A.” I almost jizzed in my jeans. I wanted to fuck her in it, on it, see her drive it, and get behind the wheel with her in my lap. Fuck. “I thought you’d drive a Merc.”
“This is my weekend car.” Her fingers traipsed down my arm. “What can I say? I have a thing for hot rods.”
And I just happen to have the one for her.
It fucking thumped in my jeans.
Dragging myself away from the imminent girl plus car-gasm, I walked back to the counter and ignored the ancient black bakelight phone ringing at the far end.
“So, what can I do you for, Sin?”
And how soon can I do you?
“Sadie told me where you work.”
Of course she did.
I made no comment.
Sin glided across the floor as I heard Trixxie get on the horn in the room next door, answering the call I’d tuned out.
“I think I want some ink.” Sin stood right in front of me.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’m not sure yet. Can I see some examples?”
We-elll, there were photos all over the walls, but I just so happened to have some living art to show her.
“Sure.” I whipped off my shirt.
I wasn’t a small boy. I was a badass man. The muscles came from daily workouts. The height—a mere six foot two that put Sin half a foot under me—matched my framework. The tats? They detailed memories, moments, people . . . my life.
Sin sucked in a breath and her eyes grew wide. She rounded the counter. Her touch on my chest fizzled through my skin, but I stood stock-still.
I remained silent except for a low grunt when she tugged on one of the nipple barbells.
“You weren’t kidding about the piercings.” Her warm gust of breath hit my skin, causing havoc to my willpower.
“I might be an asshole sometimes, but I never lie.”
She licked me, right across one of the barbells, right there in the middle of the shop.
My hand flew into her hair, and I pulled her back. “Unless you wanna get your pussy reamed across the counter right now, you better stand down.”
She moved back so suddenly she almost knocked over one of the boxes on the counter.
I shuddered all over, lifting half-mast eyes to her. “I’m not about to mar your perfect skin. Tattoos are off the table.”
She was gorgeous. Untouched. Peaches and cream and obviously protected from the hot South Carolina sun.
And she looked sooo damn good as she was, glaring at me.
“I don’t take no for an answer.” Her leg slid from the slit of her sarong as she cocked her hip and curled her lips.
“Too bad, precious. Ain’t gonna happen.” I smirked as I approached her. “And I’m more than happy to say no to you.”
“Then I’ll just get your colleague to do it.” Her arrogant chin lifted.
“The fuck you will. You don’t need another damn thing on you.” I set my lips to her ear. “You’re sexy. A stand-out. A walking wet dream.” I licked those lush lips I’d kissed the night before—just a taste. “There is something I wanna do to you though.”
“What?” she whispered, searching for my lips as I pulled away.
“I’ll pierce your nipples.”
Her mermaid eyes flicked to mine then down to my nipples. “Like yours?”
“Oh, no. Although I’m sure you’d like that.” Lifting my hands to my chest, I tugged on the two barbells and twisted them.
Hot flames of arousal coursed through me.
Sin moaned through parted lips.
I’d been hard before, but now my cock suddenly broke new records stiffness.
My voice dropped, and I skimmed a hand down the clenching ridged muscles of my abdomen. “It can make your nipples ultra sensitive.”
Her gaze drifted lower, following the path of my hand. “I can see that.”
Leaning forward, I whispered against her ear. “For you I’d do hoops. Pretty little ones for what I bet are your pretty little nipples. Hoops I can attach things to, charms . . . ” And weights. And delicate chains . . .
Oh hell yeah.
Sin licked her bombshell lips.
I set my teeth lightly on her earlobe then bit down with firmer pressure until she moaned.
Drawing back, I observed her with a lazy smile. She practically trembled, and it was an insane turn-on seeing her lose her control.
“Unless you’re too much of a good girl?”
“I’ll let you do it.” Her hair whipped over her shoulder as she met my burning gaze.
I inhaled harshly, the image of her baring her tits for me, holding still while I pierced her nipples, overwhelmed me with a surge of animal-like lust.
Not yet though.
Dragging my shirt back on, I grinned. “You have to earn it first.”
“What?” Her voice rose several octaves.
“You heard me.” I checked the clock.
Twenty minutes until my next appointment. Definitely not enough time to do what I wanted to with her. Not here. Not now.
Sin wouldn’t go down without a fight, of course. That was what made baiting her so damn fun.
She shoved me on the shoulder when I turned back to my sketch.
“Let’s get one thing absolutely clear, Cole. I’m the Executive Director of The Fairley-Chatham Family Foundation. I manage millions of dollars per annum. I might’ve been privileged”—she stomped her foot—“but I work for what I have, and I’m damn successful. So if you think you can keep treating me like some harebrained flake just because of where I come from—”
“Then act like it, precious.” I cut her off mid-riff.
Pressing up onto her tiptoes, she got in my face, hissing, “Stop calling me that.”
I glanced behind her, then quickly pushed her away from me. Three rough-looking hoodlums were outside with their hands all over her car.
“You need to leave now.” I prodded her to the door, going cold all over.
“But I’m not done—”
“You’re done. We are done.” My voice flinty hard, I urged her to hurry up as the gang bangers strutted inside.