Page 34 of Bad Boy in Her Bed

Again.

There was no way he would be able to walk into her hotel room again without succumbing to an instant hard-on, not when he was meticulously memorizing and cataloguing every second of this moment.The floral design winding down her spine was a testament to his fraying control, every petal and vine lacing along her skin proof that he could be a consummate professional.

Even if the design consisted entirely of irises, orchids, and calla lilies.

Nope, not at all obvious where his professional thoughts were leading him.

Jocelyn was perfectly content beneath his hands on her hotel room bed, naked from the waist up with her hands tucked under her face and her eyes closed, not a care in the world.She was completely relaxed, the only sign she wasn’t asleep being the subtle change in her breathing whenever he feathered his pen along her spine.

“Is it done?”

He cleared his throat and refocused on the low band of her shorts and the slight peek of an emerald-green thong as he made the final strokes of the stems.“I think so?”

She laughed and the sound went straight to his cock.“You don’t sound too sure.”

Sitting back on his haunches, he licked his lips and studied his work.“Honestly?If this was going to be permanent, I would take it further.Inspiration is kind of hitting me hard right now.”

“Then stop holding back and give me everything you’ve got.”

He let out a strangled sound that was half chuckle and half groan.His creative side crowed over the permission to continue marking her while his dick ached in protest with the knowledge it wasn’t getting free anytime soon.

*

Jocelyn inhaled sharplyas Birch’s pen grazed the side of her breast again, her body responding to every line applied by his skilled hand.

She felt him sit back, heard his own ragged breathing above her before he spoke.“Done.”

She was inundated by curiosity and anticipation since the first swipe of cool ink had sliced along her body, half of it dedicated to the piece Birch was creating and the other half wholly invested in the man himself.There was no hesitation while he turned her body into a work of art.His movements were sure and graceful, almost worshipping in his focus.

It was another stark reminder of how different he was from the carnivore who had chewed her up, spit her out, and used what remained to bargain for his wealth and freedom.

Arching her back as she stretched her arms toward the headboard, she smiled.“Take a picture and show me?”

He reached over her and took her phone from the bedside table, handing it to her to unlock before he returned to his position straddling her thighs.Moments later he passed the cell to her, the image of her new temporary tattoo on the screen.

Unable to look away, she pushed herself up onto her elbows and zoomed in on each section, biting her lip when she realized he chose to grace her body with the most erotic fusion of vines and flowers she’d ever seen.

And it was absolutely stunning.

“Birch?”she murmured, setting her phone aside and looking at him over her shoulder.“There are a lot of promises in this inspired tattoo.”

His lips curled up into a lopsided sheepish grin.“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

“You were hoping I wouldn’t notice the botanical Kama Sutra is now winding across my body?”

“Like I said, I was inspired.Very fucking inspired.”

His voice was gravelly and low as he stared at her.His hands gripped the bedding and his hazel eyes sought the permission she gave with the arch of her back and the lift of her hips.“Those hands of yours better deliver, then.”

With an exhaled curse, he released his hold on the blanket and reached for her.His thumbs brushed along her spine as he dragged his hands down the length of her body, stopping to give her hips a possessive squeeze before one hand grazed her skin in a path up to the base of her neck.Strong fingers tangled into her hair, his other hand bracing his weight as he bent over her and trailed his lips across her shoulder to her earlobe.His hard length pressed into her ass and she arched into him, his strangled groan going straight to her core.

Releasing her hair, he ran his tongue along his artwork, tracing the lines while he worked his way down her body.His fingers hooked into the folded waistband of her shorts and he slid them off before skimming one finger along the emerald lace of her thong.

“This fucking thing has been torturing me for two hours,” he growled, tugging gently at it.“But it’s so fucking sexy it kills me to take it off.”

She rolled languidly onto her back and stilled, taking in the tension in his body warring with the sheer heat in his eyes.

He was torn, holding back again.And while she wanted nothing more than to break down whatever it was keeping him from surrendering to the moment, she held herself back.“Are you wondering if this is a mistake?”

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