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I smile to myself, pleased to know I was able to rattle him a little; he’s usually so in control. It makes me feel less nervous, and a hell of a lot more powerful.

I lie down, ready as I’ll ever be, and get comfortable because I’m going to be here for a while. As soon as I stop wriggling, I realize what Kelly was talking about. The bed is emitting a soft, warm heat that’s actually heavenly. All my tension dissolves into the bed as I relax.

“You ready?” Mica beams at me.

“You remember the design?” I tease.

“Nah, we’re just gonna wing it,” he quips. I laugh and stick my tongue out at him, trusting them all implicitly with my body.

My heart is definitely another matter…

I slip in my headphones, knowing my music will help distract me from the pain, and lose myself in a game on my phone. When I get bored with that, I switch to my reading app, but that’s a dumb idea because I’m soon a little too heated and squirming uncomfortably.

“You okay?” Mica asks.

“Yeah, I just got a little hot. Can I have a breather?” I ask. I could actually go a little longer, but my shoulders are hurting from the way I’ve been lying, and I could do with a stretch.

“Of course. Do you want to see it?”

Before I can answer, Linc cuts me off. “No. Not until it’s done.”

I pout. I was actually going to say that, but of course, now that Linc’s forbade it, I want it all the more. Damn him. Mica chuckles at my expression and apologizes.

“Sorry, Beauty. The boss has spoken.”

“Ready?” Linc grunts.

“Almost,” I say, an idea forming in my mind as I tentatively stretch. It actually isn’t too bad. I thought the pull of my skin would be a killer as I moved around, but either I’m too horny to notice the pain, or the guys are damn good at what they do.

Maybe a little of both.

I quickly cross over to Mica, forgetting that I’m naked, and wrap my arms around his neck. He gives me a cheeky grin and opens his mouth to say something, but I stop him with my kiss. He immediately palms my ass, careful to miss the fresh ink, and deepens it until I pull away. I turn to Kelly, kissing him deeply too. He gives me a wry smile when I’m done.

I turn to Linc.

“Don't even think about it, Beauty,” he warns. “Get on the damn bed.”

It stings, but I shrug him off.

“Your loss. I just wanted to express my thanks.”

“You’ll be thanking me when I’m done and you’re healed. I’m not tattooing you, distracted with a boner.”

I snicker and climb back onto the bed, getting comfy once more. This time I leave the smut alone and stick to playing games.

The guys work so well together and constantly check to make sure I’m okay. Kelly brings me a glass of water and Tylenol halfway through. I chuckle when he makes me eat a granola bar before they continue. Damn budgie food.

All in all it only takes a few hours to finish, but by the time they’re done, I’m sore despite the medication. I expected to be in more pain, but these men are amazing at what they do, and I can already tell I’ll heal quickly, like I did last time.

Linc still won’t let me see it, though, which frustrates the fuck out of me. Instead, he covers the area in Vaseline and wraps as much as he can in cling film — though of course I won’t be able to leave it on for long. I feel like a damn mummy all wrapped up from neck to thigh, and I squeak every time I move. It’s not attractive, and Kelly has to help me dress afterwards.

They all insist on seeing me home in Linc’s jeep. Climbing in and out of the car is a damn bitch even with their help.

Once we get to my place, they fuss over me which is actually kind of nice, and Linc disappears down the street to grab some takeout. When he returns, Kelly finds his way around my kitchen to dish up, and we all sit in my lounge to eat.

After dinner, Mica rubs my feet and Kelly clears up, and even Linc shows he cares by ordering me to drink plenty of fluids and get an early night.

I laugh when he demands to see the piece one last time before they head out, but I’m glad that he seems pleased with it. I’m sure if he wasn’t, we’d still be at the shop because I know he’s a damn perfectionist.

After Kelly helps me out of my clothes and into my PJs, I thank them all again, say goodbye, and chow down some leftover cake I had. Then I crash headfirst into my pillows, exhausted.

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