Page 153 of Deadly Sweet

“Wait, I need to clean you up.”

“No, you don’t.” I grin. “I wanna walk around with your cum soaking my panties, reminding me how you fucked my brains out and made me see stars.”

His eyes darken, and I know I’ve gotten to him again.Oh, I love this so damn much.

Grabbing his hand, I pull him out of the bathroom. “Wait, I need to wash my hands.”

Coming to a stop, I grab the hand with the fingers that were just inside me and suck them into my mouth, cleaning his cum and my slick off his fingers. “All clean.” I lick my lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he mutters, eyes heated.

“But what a way to go,” I sing before laughing as I continue to pull him through the club.

I have plans. Plans that I’m excited about.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” he asks me as I pull him down the street, following the GPS on my phone.

“Nope. It’s a surprise.”

“A good surprise or... ‘surprise, there’s a dead body in the basement’ kind of surprise,” he asks jokingly.

“Okay, but a dead body in the basement would be a good surprise for me,” I tell him.

“You're right, my bad. I should have known.” He chuckles.

We make it a few blocks down from the club before I pull him to a stop. “We’re here.” I look up at him with a grin, bouncing on the heels of my feet.

He looks around and frowns. “A tattoo parlor?”

“Yup.” I nod eagerly.

“Ahh...” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m really picky about my tattoos.”

“Trust me, you're going to want this one,” I tell him before taking off into the shop.

I head over to the counter and let them know my name. They give us forms to fill out, and I look at them like they’re in a foreign language. “Here, you do these.”

Leroy takes the papers from me with a skeptical look, but goes over to the chair to sit down and fill them out.

I’m like the damn Energizer Bunny, unable to sit still as I look around the shop at all the cool artwork and tattoo designs on the wall.

As pretty as they are, I’m not a tattoo girl. Love my men with tons of them, but on me, not so much.

“Done,” he says, handing me the clipboard. “I don’t know about this, Savannah.”

“Do you trust me?” I ask him, knowing what we’re about to do is a big deal. At least it is for me, I hope it is for him too.

He licks his lips and nods. “Yes.” That one word settles me far more than it should.

They call Leroy’s name, and I’m grinning once again. “Go!” I point towards the tattoo artist who’s waiting for us.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters as he sits down in the chair. “I don’t even have a design picked out. And I am not getting a random one,” he states sternly.

“Yes, Daddy.” I roll my eyes. “Don’t worry, this one isn't random. I promise.”

“I still don’t know what it is. I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He scrubs his face with his hand. “Can’t I look at some designs, or maybe–”

Needing him to shut up so we can get my plan started, I grab his hair and yank his head back, exposing the column of his throat. Then I lean down and sink my teeth into his neck.

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