Page 75 of Tempt Me

“I get it.” Maverick smacks Dominic in the upper chest. “I’m a whole lotta man to compete with.” He winks, turns on his heel, and ambles in the other direction.

“Wildflower.” He grabs my chin and swivels my face to meet his. “Maybe I shouldn’t have had you come down here.”

“You have nothing to worry about.” I lace my arms around his neck and sink into him, loving the feel of his heat surrounding me. “He’s a good-looking guy, and I’m not going to lie and say that when he said, ‘darlin,’ I didn’t get a bit weak in the knees.”

When his eyes narrow, I laugh. “But you have nothing to worry about. I’ve seen hundreds of good-looking men in the past, and none of them swayed me from wanting you. And that was before I knew what a good lover and attentive boyfriend you are.”

He growls low in his throat. “You’re going to be the death of me.” I don’t complain when he presses his lips to mine and makes my knees completely weak.

“See….” I lazily open my eyes. “All it takes is one kiss, and I’m putty in your hands.

Dominic grabs the back of my neck and holds his thumb over my pulse point. “You’d better be because you’re mine, and I’m all yours. Now, what did he want?”

“Is it bad that I love how jealous you are?”

“You don’t know the half of it.” He bites his bottom lip, and my pulse skips under his thumb. “When I see another man looking at you, I want to get in his face and tell him that you belong to me. And when someone touches you….” His eyes darken as his mouth descends to mine. I whimper as he claims me again.

Lord. I shudder from head to toe at the possessiveness of his embrace. His tongue slices between my lips and mates with mine. Heaven. My head spins as a horn honk jerks my attention back to reality. I blink, but he doesn’t let up. Instead, he deepens the kiss. Heat and desire pool in my panties as I brush my clit over his thick thigh.

He pulls back and stares down at me. “You need to get inside so I can finish the design.” The deep tone of his voice causes me to whimper as his fingers clutch harder, pressing into my skin. “I trust you, but it’ll be a while before seeing another man talking to you doesn’t mess with my head. I’ve spent too many years wanting to be with you and thinking it would never happen.” The raw vulnerability in his eyes makes my stomach flip. “It leaves me terrified that I’m going to lose you.”

“You won’t. I feel the same way.” I lick my lips as the sound of a car door slamming in the distance reminds me that we aren’t alone. Hell, we’re in the middle of the sidewalk on a busy street,but that doesn’t seem to matter to either of us. “I hated every girl that got close to you.” My eyes lower for a second as I swallow past the lump in my throat.

“Baby, you don’t have anything to worry about. I’m all yours. Today, tomorrow, and always.” With his free hand, he clasps my hip and rocks me into his erection. He’s been possessive and demanding in the bedroom before, but never like this in public. “Now, get inside so I can get you in my chair.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s better.” His eyes flash as he gives me a quick swat on the ass and marches to the door, locking it behind us.

“What’s going on?”

“You’re my last client of the day, and everyone else has finished their schedules.”

“Oh….” My heart thuds in my chest. Sex in a tattoo studio? Holy hell. I fan myself. Reality is better than any fantasy or book.

His eyes drink me in as he stands on the black floor that shines under the lobby lights. “I’ve been thinking about your gorgeous ass all day. Now, unzip your pants and hop onto the chair.”

“Yes, Sir.” It takes everything inside of me not to run to the room. Over the years, I’ve had this fantasy countless times. But this is real.

After unzipping my pants, I adjust myself onto the chair and wait. He stands near the door as his chest expands with each inhaled breath. The black T-shirt with the Twisted Ink logo is stretched so tight that every bulging muscle is clearly defined,and the bars of his nipple rings poke out against the fabric. I’m the luckiest woman alive.

My eyes narrow, and I fold my arms over my chest. “You need to only tattoo men. You’re too sexy to ink women and not have them thinking about fucking you in this very chair.”

He stalks across the room, grabs the waistband of my pants, and yanks them down my legs. “Like you did?”

I gasp while unfolding my arms and grasping at the black leather chair so I don’t end up with my ass on the floor. My eyes narrow as I glare at him. “Yes, like I did.”

There’s no use pretending. My breathing is ragged as the tension in the air vibrates with need. Mine. His. It swirls together until the room is about to have an orgasm.

“I don’t think you’ll need these.” He pulls my pants off the rest of the way, dropping them to the floor but leaving my panties intact. “This body belongs to me. And no one else touches it without consequences.” He hooks his foot on the tattoo chair, grabs the tattoo gun off the silver rolling table, and flips it on.

I watch in fascination as he loops his pinky finger in the top of my panties, exposing the tattoo he did several weeks ago. Once he has my skin sanitized, he asks, “Now, what did Maverick want?”

“What?” My brain short circuits. Why is he talking about Maverick? When he’s right here. Right where I–

The needle stings my flesh as it connects with my skin. The ink is black, and the line he draws is thicker than an outline.

“He wanted me to convince you to submit your work for an art exhibit.”

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