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“It’s not the cheesecake I’m thinking about, princess.” My mouth practically fucking waters thinking about it. “This is what we’re going to do,” I move directly into instructions to get her focused on the sitting and not what I’m going to do to her. “You’ve seen my work, so you know how I’m going to need you. Just leave your clothes on the floor, lay on the bed and you can cover yourself with the sheet,” I shrug my chin at the bed. “I’ll give you some privacy, just let me know when you’re ready.”

We both hear the angry growl of a motorcycle outside.

Shit, perfect timing.

“That must be Snake.” Her gaze shoots to the door. “Don’t worry, I’m not letting him come in. I’ll meet him outside while you get ready.

Her big round eyes are back on me. There’s a stray strand of hair hanging in her face. I reach a hand out to tuck it behind her ear. The difference between she and I is such a fucking turn on, her soft pale skin against my inked hand. I want to cover her in ink, my ink, mark her from her feminine fucking head, to her dainty little feet.

She trembles and her eyelids dip as I drag a finger along her jaw.

“Get ready for me, princess. I’ll be right back to worship this body of yours.”

She gasps as I quickly turn. After hitting the switch on the stereo, I walk out of the room. Better to leave her with some classical music rather than her own thoughts.

They would tell her to get the fuck out of here fast, even if she had to crawl the whole way.

I had to get out of that room, I couldn’t trust myself not to tell her exactly what I wanted to do.

My body is strung taut ready to do this, I can already smell the paint, the ink, the cheesecake.

I grit my teeth and throw the front door open, march down the front steps, and meet Snake in the driveway before he’s even gotten my helmet off.

“Who’s picking you up?” It’s short and curt, and I don’t give a fuck.

“Whoa, dude, no need to get your panties in a fucking wad. Bull’s right behind me.” He glances over his shoulder at Summer’s car. “Sweet ride, belong to Tinkerbell?”

This time I do growl and glance at the front door, grateful Summer is temporarily disabled.

“Summer, and yes.”

“Nice,” he fucking smirks at me. “I see you haven’t fucked her yet. Is she waiting for all of us?”

I hear the crunch of gravel as lights shine down the driveway and on us. “It’s a good thing Bull’s here or I’d make you start fucking walking.”

“Relax, Rock, I’m leaving,” he laughs. He shoves the helmet in my chest and heads over to Bull pulling up, “But there’s a lot more to that sweet little thing than you realize. Don’t be surprised if she does want to have all of us.” He walks around Bull’s pick-up to the passenger side and glances back at me. “I’ve got a feeling, that’s all.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” I snap as Snake gets in the truck and closes the door.

I don’t go back in the house until Bull’s got the truck turned around and is halfway up the driveway and I’m certain they’re not coming back.

I need to get my shit together before I go back to Summer. So I go in the kitchen and get us each a bottle of water and grab a peach for her.

I bet she’s hungry.

I kick myself for not asking her sooner.

Before heading back to the studio, I snatch the cheesecake.

Standing at the studio door, I tap a knuckle lightly on the closed door.

“I’m coming in.”

If I give her a choice, she might say no.

Probably say no.

I open the door and step inside.

Her naked with only a sheet draped over her. Waiting for me.

I just fucking died and went to heaven.

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