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“Me too.”
“So what do you say? Do you want to tattoo me?”
“I don’t know,” she said with a smirk. “The first time we tried, I got assaulted by a cup of water, and the second time my car was vandalized. I’m starting to think you’re a bad omen, or the universe is trying to keep me from marking you.”
He scooped her into his arms and spun toward his chair. She let out a yelp before she fell into a fit of giggles. “What are you doing?”
He placed her at her station, and he sat on the chair. “I think it’s been a bunch of unfortunate incidents because I can tell you right now, there is no way in hell the universe is keeping this from us. I want to wear your ink, and I’m going to.”
“Okay, but if someone throws eggs at the window or tries to kick the door in, I warned you.”
“If someone does that, I’ll break their fucking legs.”
The unexpected response had her leaning back. “I don’t picture you as the violent type.”
“I’m not, but if you fuck with my property, we’re going to have a problem.”
“Lucky for me, I would never.”
“And I wouldneverhurt you. Ever.”
She kissed him and turned to her gun, preparing everything before starting. She sent up a silent prayer they wouldn’t be interrupted. Her desire to ink was almost as strong as her desire to pin Garrett to the chair and have her way with him.
She retrieved the artwork and stared at his jean covered legs. “You’re going to have to remove those.”
“My pleasure.”
He stood and slowly unbuckled his pants, his eyes locked on hers as he shoved them to the floor. She gulped at the prominent bulge in his black boxer briefs. He kicked his pants aside and eased onto the chair.
She inhaled, calming the sudden racing of her heart. He held up a razor. “Should I or do you want the honors?”
She snatched the razor from his hand. “That is my job, sir.”
“Sir. I like it.”
“Shush.” Her fingers pressed into his chest, urging him back. The stool rolled beneath her as she positioned over his leg. She ran her hand up his thigh, and his entire body tightened.
“If you keep doing that, we’ll never get this tattoo done.”
“Why?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“Oh, you know.” And as if to emphasize his words, his cock jumped.
Temptation pooled inside her, but she ignored the desire to slip her hand beneath his briefs and grip him. They had enough distractions, and she wasn’t about to contribute to them. She was going to do this tattoo. She was ready.
She shaved his upper thigh, admiring the hard muscle, and cleared the spot before she placed the artwork in place. Once on, she glanced at Garrett. His blue eyes were focused on her. “What do you think? Good with where it is?”
“Perfect.” The single word was husky and thick with restrained desire.
“You okay?” she asked, running her thumb back and forth across his upper thigh.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look bent over me? I have the greatest view of your tits right now.”
“Well, control yourself. I don’t need to get poked in the eye while I’m trying to work.” He barked out a laugh, and Harley smiled. “Just saying.”
“I’ll try to control myself.”
“Thank you. Now, if you’re good with this, I’m going to get started on the outline.”
