Spin (Boosted Hearts Book 2) by Sherilee Gray

she cursed again, looking more than a little pissed. “If I say yes…you need to know that taking your back is all I’ll be doing with you.” She flung a hand toward the bed behind her. “ That won’t be happening again.”
    He studied her. She was breathing harder, fighting not to look below his chin. The woman was full of it. You couldn’t fake the reaction she’d given him, so it was easy to accept her condition. It wouldn’t hold, and deep down, she knew it as well as he did. “Fine.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “We have an agreement then?”
    “Looks that way.”
    Her eyes were wide, still locked with his, and he didn’t miss the heat she was trying to suppress. He sure as hell didn’t bother suppressing his own. He let it all hang out.
    “Get your jacket.”
    She blinked up at him. “What? Why?”
    “We got business to take care of.”
    “Now?”
    He shrugged. “No time like the present. I got cars to deliver. The sooner I get them in, the sooner I’m out of your hair, right?”
    She scowled at him, grabbed her jacket, pulled it on, and stuffed her keys into her pocket. “Whatever.” Then she breezed past him. “Let’s get this over with.”

    ~ * ~

    Joe’s smell was making Darcey crazy—tear-your-hair-out, lick-an-electrical-socket insane.
    He smelled like spice and clean sweat, and every now and then, she’d get this whiff of motor oil. It shouldn’t be, but it was the freaking sexiest thing she’d ever dragged up her nose. She wanted to lean into the towering freak of nature, bury her face in the crook of his neck, and just inhale—for hours. Days. Maybe rub up against him a little bit…
    You said no sex remember?
    And she had a damn good reason. She just had to remind her hormones of that. Her brother, keeping him safe, getting him away from Len, was the only thing she should be thinking about. If Al found out she was helping Joe, her life wouldn’t be worth living. Al wanted Joe to fail, because that would mean more interest, more time under Al’s thumb.
    A quick fuck, and if she was lucky, an orgasm, wasn’t worth risking her life or her brother’s future.
    “You see it?”
    Joe’s rough voice drifted over her, lifting the hair at the back of her neck. Her nipples tightened to the point of pain. Traitorous things hadn’t recovered from having his warm breath teasing them, his lips, his tongue so damn close. He was behind her, right behind her, basically plastered against her back.
    “Yes, I see it,” she snapped. God, the man had her on edge. She needed to bring it way the hell down.
    He leaned in closer, mouth brushing her ear. “You sound kinda worked up, Darce.”
    She stepped away—not that she got far in their current hideout—desperate to put some distance between them before she leaned back and took a bite out of him, the good kind. “I just want this over with so I can get home to bed.”
    “How are we supposed to keep this business-only when you insist on flirting with me so blatantly?”
    She refused to allow her lips to curve up. She would not be amused by Joe. Funny was sexy, always had been to her, and Joe knew exactly how to tickle her…um, funny bone. “Keep dreaming, douche bucket.”
    He made a choking sound. “Douche bucket?”
    “If the name fits.” He was also being arrogant and annoying. “I have work in the morning. Unlike you, I have a boss who gets kind of pissed if I swan in whenever the hell I feel like it.”
    The coast was clear. They’d been there long enough to establish that. She was done waiting and hiding, more than ready to leave the overly close confines of their scouting spot before she did something she’d regret. She started to walk away, but he grabbed her hand.
    “Wait.”
    “There’s nothing to wait for. Let’s do this already.”
    “I just thought we should wait for the guy in the suit to drive away before we stroll over and break into the car in front of his.” He shrugged. “That’s just how I do it. If you have