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Hooked On You (A Bad Boys Of the City Novel, #1)(6)
Author: Marie York

I rested a hand on her arm, and her gaze followed my movement. I watched her expression morph from embarrassment to irritation. She lifted her head and looked me straight in my eyes. I was mesmerized by her eyes as we continued our stare down. I realized then that they weren’t just green. At the right angle her eyes held shades of browns and golds as well.

At the club, she hid behind makeup and a wig, but right now there was no façade, and God she was fucking beautiful. “Don’t be ridiculous,” I said, breaking our connection as I looked back to the cashier. “Ring it up.”

“No! I mean.” She took a deep breath, her tits rising and falling with the movement. “I don’t need your money.”

“I never said you did. Consider it a favor.” I gave the cashier a look that she couldn’t argue with and she seemed relieved to get this transaction over with. She rang up my milk, put the money in the register, and handed me my change.

Green eyes turned dark with anger. “That was so not necessary.”

“A simple thank you would suffice.” I whispered as I leaned close and brushed my lips against her ear. “By the way, you look so much better as a brunette.”

She gasped, grabbed her bags, and stormed out of the store without a single glance back.

Funny thing was, I couldn’t tell if she was mad because I paid for her groceries or the fact that her identity was discovered.

I scooped up my milk and walked toward the door. The cashier called me back. The middle-aged woman whose nametag said Nancy pointed to a bag on the counter and said, “You forgot a bag.”

“Thank you,” I replied with a wink, then ran after the girl who was the main star in my current fantasies. At the very least, I needed to know her name.

 

 

Chapter 6


Mila

 

I was going to kill Mackenzie. I knew damn well she took the cash out of my bag. It was there this morning when she asked for fifty bucks and then, magically after I told her no, it was gone. All of it. And, as if being stranded at the register with no money wasn’t bad enough, he had to be there.

Knox McArthur was bad news. He was too hot for his own good, and just looking at those hands, imagining what they could do to me, turned me to a drooling pile of mush. Not to mention, he was a UFC champion and worth more than I could ever fathom. He had more cash in his wallet than I ever had in my bank account.

Normally, I’d totally use a guy like Knox to my advantage. Have him drape me in jewels, and pay my way while I returned the favor in the bedroom. I always paid my debts. But, in those situations, I was the one in control. I pulled the strings, wrapping men around my fingers one by one. I wasn’t exactly proud of what I had become, but I was a survivor. I did whatever was necessary to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table, and for that I was proud. I had a feeling though, that Knox wasn’t one to relinquish control, and I didn’t think I’d be strong enough to resist him.

Although I felt a strong, undeniable attraction to him, it was best to stay as far away from him as possible. My life was a web of complication and I didn’t need to make it messier than it already was.

I tossed my groceries into the back of my Jeep and swung around to head to the driver side when I smacked right into a solid wall of a man. He smelled of musk and sex. His dirty blond hair looked almost red beneath the mid-morning sun. It was brushed back in a side part that accented the strong lines of his gorgeous face.

A smirk appeared on his lips and he held up a plastic bag. “You forgot one.” His voice was the perfect combination of rugged and smooth.

I snatched the bag from his hand. “I’ll pay you back.” I needed him to know that I wasn’t going to accept his charity. I wasn’t some damsel in distress he could rescue. I was far from it. I didn’t need a man to save me from anything. I’d been doing it on my own for years.

He leaned against the back of my Jeep and crossed his huge arms over his chest. I swore his bicep was as big as my head. My eyes lingered on the colorful tattoos marking most of his skin.

“Give me your name and we’ll call it even,” he said.

“I don’t give out personal information to clients.”

He pushed his aviator sunglasses up and narrowed his gaze to mine. His eyes were dark as night, almost black, like a rich dark roast coffee and they both scared and enticed me. They looked as though they held a million secrets laced with darkness and a touch of sadness. Part of me wanted to know every one of them. But the sensible part of my brain warned me to look away. It would be so easy to let myself fall under his spell, but I would not let that happen.

“I’m not a client. That was a one-time thing, sweetheart.”

Unable to resist, I walked over to him, and ran a finger down the bare skin of his arm. “That’s what they all say, but they always come back.”

“I’m not one of them. Take my word for it.”

“I’m sad to hear that. Was the lap dance not to your liking?”

“Oh, it sure as hell was, but I don’t plan on paying for another one.”

I fluttered my eyelashes seductively. “Oh no, too hot for you to handle?”

His eyes went even darker with lust at my retort. “The next time you give me a lap dance, it’ll be because you want to and not because I’m paying you. Then we’ll see who’s too hot to handle, sweetheart.”

I straightened, meeting his cocky confidence with my own. I refused to let him see he was getting to me. “Well, sweet dreams because the only time that’ll happen is in your dreams.”

He wrapped a big hand around my waist and yanked me tight against him. He was all muscle and testosterone and my pulse spiked at the close contact. My five-foot frame barely came up to his chest and I imagined him throwing me around like a rag doll as he had his way with me. My heart beat out of control at the thought.

His lips brushed gently against my ear, shooting chills down my spine. “I know you want me, and right now, you can feel how badly I want you.”

His already hard cock twitched to life beneath his gym shorts as he held me close. I remembered how good it felt rubbing against him during the lap dance. My face flushed with heat as I thought about how I almost made myself come that night. I sucked in a ragged breath and shoved away from him determined to regain my composure. “Like I said, in your dreams.”

I hopped in my Jeep and drove off before I lost the will to walk away from him.

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

Knox

 


My dreams did not disappoint the past few nights. Mila kept me busy all night long and I found myself waking up to morning wood so hard it bordered on painful. I spent the past few days in the shower, cock in hand and visions of Mila, trying to find some relief. It was not happening. Instead I had a never-ending hard on every time I thought of her. Mila. I had a name to put with that gorgeous face now, thanks to Julius and his stripper addiction. It took one call for him to find out who she was.

“Knox?” Coach said, knocking me out of another daydream. “Where’s your head today?”

“I’m all here, Coach,” I responded, and shook every X-rated thought running through my head away.

He tapped my chest with one of his padded hands. “You could have fooled the fuck out of me.” He held the pads back up. “Now, again. Harder this time.”

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