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“I’m here to get a tattoo done. I needed the best of the best.”
Unable to contain my smile, I cross the room to her and pull her from the chair, bringing my lips to hers for a raunchy kiss that involves me heavily groping her perky ass.
I’ve given Zoey tattoos before. One on her wrist for her boys. One just below her elbow, a quote from one of her favorite books. And one on the edge of her foot. She was a champ for that one. It’s a painful place to get a tattoo. This time I’m praying it’s somewhere she needs to get naked for. Actually, scratch that. I’m not sure I’d be able to get through the tattoo if that were the case.
“A tattoo, huh? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve designed something.”
She smirks at me. “Telling you would have been absolutely zero fun. And I don’t need a design. I already know what I want. Just one word. In your handwriting.”
“What word?” I ask, captivated by the passion in her eyes.
“What you promised me.Always.”
“I can do that,” I whisper in a low, rumbling voice. “But I’ll need something in exchange.”
“Oh, really? I have some ideas.”
I suppress a groan. “And I want to hear them all. But this is simple. I’ll need you to write out a word for me so I can have it tattooed on my arm to match.” I flip my arm over, motioning to the blank canvas of my inner forearm. I purposely left it open, hoping for it to be a place to dedicate to future children. I don’t know what that looks like now, but I want a part of it to be for Zoey.
Her breath catches. “Really?” I nod. “What word?”
“Mine.”
Her eyes slip closed, and she takes a deep breath. “Deal.”
One last smooth kiss and I say, “Then let’s do this, baby.”
She gets comfortable in the chair while I make up a tattoo stencil. Once I make sure it’s exactly what she wants, I carefully run a razor over her forearm, then gently clean it.
I’ve been tattooing for the last ten years, and I can confidently say I’ve never felt turned on in the process. But because it’s with Zoey, because I’m tattooing my handwriting on her skin, there’s something sensual about it.
Once the stencil has been transferred to her arm, I start tattooing. Being that it’s all black and just one word, it goes quickly. She knows all the care instructions, since she’s done this before. Neither of us are paying any attention to what I’m saying.
“Sound good?”
She nods. “There’s just one problem.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her. “What’s that?”
“Well, Mr. O’Brien, I’m sorry, but I don’t have enough money to pay you.”
Those words go straight to my cock. It twitches in my pants as I look at her batting her lashes, playing the part of an innocent, down-on-her-luck woman.
“Mm. I see.” A devilish smile plays on my lips. “Why don’t you come to my office, and we can discuss somealternate forms of payment.”
I watch her breath hitch, the way her stomach pulls in, the way her hips shift. I can tell she’s holding back a moan. My girl is horny as hell for me.
I can’t say much. My dick is straining against the zipper of my jeans.
I grab her arm and pull her out the door, dragging her into my office. Once the door is closed behind us, I shove her against it, kissing her ravenously.
I trail my lips down her neck and she moans. I wonder how wet she is for me. Unable to wait another second, I pick her up and lay her down on my desk, shoving everything aside. I slide off the sexy leather boots she’s wearing, then slowly glide my finger between her legs, feeling her steamy warmth through her leggings.
I yank her leggings down and flip her shirt up. With one hand, I shove her bra down and start teasing her nipple. With the other, I push her underwear to the side and sink one finger deep inside her.
“Yes,” she hisses, her ass lifting off the desk as she rolls her hips.
“Fuck yes, baby. Ride my hand.” I slip another finger inside her and let my thumb roll over her firm, swollen spot.
