Capone by Lynn Burke

Author:Lynn Burke [Burke, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Capone

Helina Bodnar sat at the island of my kitchen, cup of coffee in her hands. I turned my back to her as I cracked eggs into the iron skillet I’d fried up bacon in while the coffee had perked. I’d wanted to make some French toast, but she said she needed to watch her carb intake.

Whatever.

The woman’s body rocked—made me hard every time I thought about the curve of her hips and round ass, but I kept the thoughts to myself.

Three-thirty in the morning, and I was acting the chef while sporting a hard-on rather than devouring every inch of her body. I’d considered slamming her against the wall and taking what my aching balls wanted, but she hadn’t put out the vibes she’d agreed to come over for sex.

Breakfast, it was—unless she tossed an order my way to please her, which I’d be pleased as fuck to obey.

The toast popped, and I shifted sideways to pull the two slices from the toaster, grimacing at the press of my dick against my leathers. Why the fuck did her bossiness turn me on so much?

“You’re way more comfortable in a kitchen than I am,” Helina said, breaking the tense silence that had lingered over us for the previous twenty or so minutes.

Inwardly, I snorted at her word comfortable—I was far from it. “I went to school with Diane.”

“So how did you end up a gang member rather than a chef with your own restaurant like her?”

My stomach twisted as I turned and set our plates on the island. “Long story.”

She studied me with those damn cat eyes. “I don’t have to be in the office for a few hours,” she said, her lips twitching.

“Yeah, but you’ll want to catch some zzz’s before then.”

Helina shrugged and picked up her fork. “Food looks good. Smells even better,” she added after an inhale over the plate.

I sat with another grimace, adjusted the bulge between my legs, and dug in, hunger, tiredness, and lust all battling for dominance in my body. If Helina noted my discomfort or the hard ridge alongside my right thigh, she didn’t say a word.

“Sarah told me about your father.”

My head jerked up, and I forced myself to finish chewing the bacon in my mouth. “What about him?” I asked once I swallowed, a frown denting my brow as my dick lost all fucking interest.

“He’s where David got his narcissistic asshole-ish-ness, isn’t it?” She continued to peer into my eyes as though trying to reach into my soul and yank on all the unpleasant strings knotting up the memories of my life.

“What do you know about narcissistic assholes?”

“Mom finally grew the balls to leave my father, but she’d waited until he’d passed out drunk on the couch when I was five. He used to run with a biker gang like yours. Her second choice didn’t run with a brotherhood, but he isn’t much better than the first in my opinion.”

“Shit.” My heart sank as a million questions flitted through my damn head.

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