Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

“I can help you unwind if you’d like,” she whispers. “Guiseppina!” Lorenzo snaps. “I meant we could watch a movie, Lorenzo.” She wrinkles her perfect nose in disgust. “It’s not my fault your mind is permanently in the gutter.”

He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I’m gonna have to clean those windows again.” “You could stop fucking me against them,” I suggest. “Not a fucking chance, baby.”