Bad Boys for Hire: Ryker (Bad Boys for Hire #1) Read Online Free PDF

attack.
    And assault her, he did. His lips were demanding and forceful against her mouth as he angled her for deeper penetration. Her mouth was as lush as her body, plump, tender and enticing. He wasn’t sure he could ever get enough of it. She was like an oasis in the desert or comfort food after a tour of duty filled with canned food.
    No shrinking lily, either. She gave as good as she got, as her tongue speared between his lips, fighting and jockeying, meeting him stroke for stroke.
    He’d known as soon as he saw her that she’d be hungry, ruthless and ready to devour what she liked. Her kind took no prisoners and neither did she suffer fools.
    Thankfully, he wasn’t a fool, and the way he figured it, he had nothing to lose.
    Meanwhile, his body was heating up dangerously in the small workroom, and he couldn’t keep his hands from exploring all the luscious curves the she-devil possessed. The swell of her breasts had him almost on his knees worshipping her. The way she breathed, all hot and heavy, panting with feral need, pumped him with the urge to rip her clothes off and take her right over the counter strewn with roses.
    He thrust his erection over her belly, letting her know the state she’d driven him to, and backed from the kiss to stare into her eyes.
    “You okay?” The words growled from deep inside his throat. He wasn’t the verbal kind, the type who checked and asked every step of the way. But he was a Marine and he had to know his objective matched hers.
    “Why wouldn’t I be?” She cast a guarded look at him. “It’s not every day I pick up a man and have my way with him in my workroom.”
    “You think you’re having your way?” He threw his head back and gave her another thrust, not missing the flush warming its way to her cheeks. “I thought we were supposed to roll up our sleeves and get these damn arrangements done.”
    As much as his body ignited on contact with her, he didn’t want to be responsible for her missing her deadlines and then turning around and blaming him.
    “Oh, right.” She pursed her lips, as if she’d suddenly snapped out of whatever lust-filled fog she’d been in. “I’m paying you by the hour and you haven’t done a damn thing.”
    “Pleasure before business, that’s my motto.” He ran his hand around her waist. “But you’re the boss. Let me know when we should take another break.”
    “No more breaks until tonight’s deliveries are done,” she said, all the business back into her voice. Without meeting his eyes, she opened the plant cooler and removed buckets of roses. “After you cut the stems, I want you to follow these charts and stick the flowers into these foam circles. Then put together the easels while I print the ribbons for each order.”
    For the next three hours, Ryker worked side by side with Terri, moving around the small workroom as if they were at home in their own kitchen. Terri had everything labeled, so all he had to do was take the design pattern, locate the correct flowers, greenery, or branch type, then cut to the right length, tall or short, and follow the chart.
    Each time a customer came through the door, Terri would go to the front and chit chat with them, catch up on their families and events, and guide them into making the right purchase. She never pushed anyone to make a decision, and once or twice, when a customer left without buying, she simply wished them a good day, then came right back to the workroom to continue with the arrangements.
    Around six o’clock, the delivery guy, Paul, showed up with his van. After helping her load the van, Ryker took a broom and swept the floor, then emptied the trash.
    When he returned from the dumpster, Terri was straightening out the front of the shop. She locked the front door and turned off the “Open” sign.
    A wicked smile curved her lips as she advanced on him. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to stiff you out of your pay.”
    “I don’t mind you giving me a stiffy as long as