She reluctantly shook her head. “Not yet. They’re still healing.”
“God.” He growled. “You mean I’m going to be inside you, looking at these sexy fucking things, and I can’t lick them?”
“Nope.”
“Suck them?”
“Nope.”
He cursed loudly.
Brett laughed and ran a reassuring hand over the five-o’clock shadow rising on his jaw. “You can lick and suck other things, if you want.”
“Damn right I will.”
His hands were already reaching for her waistband, and even though Brett’s father had locked up, she still shot a wary glance at the open door, wondering if this was a good idea. This was her shop now. She had to set a good example for the rest of the staff.
Right?
Sensing her uncertainty, AJ chuckled and slipped one talented hand inside her jeans. “Come on, bad girl,” he taunted, green eyes gleaming. “Are you gonna come out and play?”
Her reluctance melted away, replaced by a rush of reckless passion. “For you?” She leaned forward and grasped his zipper. “Always.”