Free All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 by Kelly Jamieson Page B

bathroom a few minutes later.
    She’d dried her hair, but it wasn’t as sleek and perfect as it had been earlier. Thank God. He liked it messy and wild.
    “Okay, let’s eat,” she said.
    The TV continued to flicker, the volume barely audible, as they picked up their burgers.
    “How long did I sleep?” she asked.
    “About half an hour, I guess.”
    They began to eat, Joe trying to focus on his food instead of his dick, which apparently was eager for more attention. When Mallory’s hand sneaked across the table and fingered a French fry, he gave her a pointed look. “Remember what I said.”
    She grinned. “I remember. But you said I could have some.”
    He watched her open her mouth, tipping her head back a little and slowly lowering the French fry into it. Fuck, there went his goddamn dick jumping up again.
    He licked his lips and looked down at his burger. Food. Eat. Right.
    “How’s your burger?”
    “Good.” He held it up.
    “Your meat looks a little pink.”
    He couldn’t help it. He fell back in his chair, laughter climbing up his throat. “Jesus.”
    Her lips puckered prettily, her eyes sparkling.
    “You said that on purpose,” he accused.
    She lifted one shoulder and dropped her eyes. “I guess I was hungrier than I realized.” She set down her sandwich and licked her thumb. “This tastes really good. Can I have an onion ring?”
    He stared at her little tongue coming out and sliding over the tip of her thumb. “Sure.”
    She helped herself to a golden ring. “Yum.”
    He picked up his beer and took a few good gulps. The cool fizz worked its way down inside him.
    She lifted her feet and curled her legs under her on the chair, the T-shirt pulling taut over her breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the soft fabric.
    “Are you cold?” he managed to say.
    “A little. I’m okay.”
    He took another swallow of beer.
    “Has it stopped snowing?” she asked.
    “I think so.”
    “Hopefully there won’t be any problems leaving tomorrow.”
    He nodded slowly, but his brain was thinking that he wouldn’t mind if they were stuck in this hotel room indefinitely. With few clothes and a king-size bed and room service, he’d be good for…well, quite a while.
    The fact that he wasn’t exactly eager to get to L.A. might also figure into that a little. He sighed. It had been his own idea to go. Nobody was forcing him.
    “Do we need a wake-up call for the morning?” she asked.
    He tried to focus. “I can set the alarm on my cell phone.”
    “Oh, of course. I can do that too. Good idea. If our flight leaves at noon, we’d better leave here…when? Ten?”
    “That would be good, I think.” They were only a few minutes from the airport.
    He became aware that she had been pilfering more of his fries. Only a few remained. As he finished off the last bite of his hamburger, he certainly wasn’t hungry anymore. He didn’t need the damn fries. But holy hell, he wanted to carry through on his threat of punishment. The thought of her ass beneath his hands made heat simmer over his skin.
    He gave her a pointed look. “You’ve eaten all my fries.”
    Her eyelids lowered. “I did not.” She wiped her fingers on the paper napkins provided, her chicken burger also demolished.
    “Oh yeah, you did. And you know what that means.”
    She swallowed and her tongue came out to swipe over her bottom lip again. “It means I’m full now.”
    A smile tugged at his lips. “So you admit it.”
    Her own lips twitched. “I admit nothing. I think you ate them all. You just weren’t paying attention. You kept looking at my pussy.”
    He choked on his beer.
    She glanced down at her chest and made a motion toward it with her hands.
    His gaze dropped to the glittery cat on the front of her shirt. “Ah. Well. Actually, it wasn’t your…cat…I was looking at.”
    Her smile went siren-sultry. “No?”

Chapter Seven
    “No,” Joe said. “I was looking at your nipples.” Damn if her nipples didn’t tighten