Say No To Joe? by Lori Foster Read Free Book Online Page B

Louise that if she came near me again, for any reason, I’d advertise our association to all and sundry, and let a certain little secret of hers out of the bag. That stopped her cold and turned her real apologetic, real quick.”
    Luna’s eyes lit up. “What kind of secret?”
    Shaking his head, Joe said, “You want me to kiss and tell? Shame on you.” He maneuvered his body into a straight-backed kitchen chair. It wasn’t what anyone would call cozy, but it beat staying in bed, especially since he’d been in bed alone. Luna pulled another chair toward him so he could prop up his leg, and that helped a little. “Thanks.”
    She didn’t sit. She just stood there, arms crossed under her breasts, her foot tapping.
    Watching her, Joe grinned. She looked as cool as ever, but also determined. Why not tell her, he thought. It’d be fun to see her reaction. “Louise likes it pretty rough. She’s big into game playing.”
    â€œSex games?”
    Tilting his head to see her lush behind, Joe murmured, “Give me a few days and I’ll show you.”
    A wave of warm color filled her face, and Luna took a step back. “I’m not that curious.”
    â€œLiar.”
    She ignored that to say with disapproval, “So she shared her sexual fantasies with you, and you’re using them against her now?”
    â€œShe had my ass tattooed!”
    Lips twitching, Luna said, “Okay, so I guess you were justified.”
    â€œDamn right.” But he felt compelled to add, “Normally, I figure what goes on between the sheets stays there. And besides, I doubt I’d have really told. It was just a threat.”
    â€œWhy don’t you have the tattoo removed?”
    The very idea made him shudder. “Forget that. It hurt bad enough waking up with the damn thing. And it itched for days. No way am I having it lasered off.”
    â€œA sensitive tush, huh?” Before Joe could tell her to quit discussing his ass, she added, “Aren’t you worried about what women will think when they see it?”
    He gave her a look. “Any woman who gets my pants off already knows what to think.”
    â€œSorry.” Silently laughing, Luna held up both hands. “Forget I asked.”
    â€œYou’re forgiven. Now, about that food . . . ?”
    Playing domestic goddess, Luna cooked two cheese sandwiches in a skillet until the bread was golden brown and the cheese was nice and gooey. She poured a tall glass of milk and scrounged around until she found some chips.
    Joe sat back and enjoyed the sight of her. She still moved like a seductress, all fluid with the expected sway of hips and the delightful jiggle of breasts. But seeing her at his stove with a spatula in hand added a whole new perspective. It almost looked homey, and that should have sent him into a panic. Instead, it made him smile. Luna cooking for him. He never would have thought to see the day.
    When she’d finished with the food, he expected her to join him at the table, but she went after one of his pain pills instead. He thankfully tossed it down, but grumbled, “Damn things make me sleepy.”
    â€œThen you better eat up now, before you start nodding off.” She cut her sandwich, keeping one half and giving him the other. Silence reigned while they ate, but Joe was aware of Luna stealing looks at him. He wondered what she was thinking, and finally she said, “Did you play rough with her?”
    He paused in the middle of taking a large bite. Lowering the sandwich back to the plate, he asked, “Got that in your head still, huh?”
    She shrugged, but he could tell her nonchalance was feigned. Knowing she thought about it made him think about it. With Luna.
    A wild little romp, once he’d recovered enough to really enjoy it, might be just what he needed to get her out of his system. But he wouldn’t want to hurt her, or be as rough with her as Louise