Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

by Elle Thorpe

“The ice cream gods have chosen you. The plastic spoons are in the first drawer and we’re fresh out of soft serve.”

Levi kissed my cheek. “Well, we had a good run, right? Shame it had to end so soon. Bury me with my bike.”

“I know you do. You kissed me. I had my hand on your cock, and you didn’t stop me. You fucking moaned.” I glared at him. “That was a mistake.” “Then make another one.”

Her voice turned breathy with something that sounded like amazement. “That’s my name on your chest, Levi. In permanent ink.” I caught her hand, holding it over the artwork I’d etched into my skin for her. “That’s your name on my heart. And it was already there, long before I inked it.”