Page 124 of Revival

“I wanted it to be something with meaning. You mean something to me. I’m tired of always doing the right thing. Never too risky. Never too exciting. I’ve stayed in line my entire life. I want to be impulsive. It’s just a tattoo. If this doesn’t work out, I’ll get another cover up.” But something tells me we’re staring at forever.

He kisses the soft skin beneath the tattoo, his voice a raspy growl in my ear. “Thank you.”

“Show me yours.” I search his body for the protective covering. “Is it on your ass?”

Spencer’s chuckle is deep and rich. “No, I didn’t let some guy tattoo my ass.”

He holds his left hand between us, palm facing upward.

“I don’t see—”

He turns his hand over, revealing the dark outline of a kitten inked between the second and third knuckles of his ring and middle fingers. The design faces him, so that when his fingers hang down it doesn’t look like much more than a couple of dark swirls.

“Oh!Spencer. What in the world…?”

“Just making sure you and everyone else knows this spot is yours.”

“Are you crazy?”

“I might be.” He wiggles his middle finger. “I was going to just get the one, but it usually takes two fingers to make you come, so I decided to mark them both.”

My pussy clenches as if begging for a demonstration. A laugh bursts free as tears prick my eyes. The mix of emotions is dizzying. “You are crazy,” I breathe against his lips, kissing him deeply.

“And you are mine, Kitten. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Someone beyond the curtain clears their throat. “This lovefest is really sweet, but my next client just walked in, and I need to prep the room.”

Spencer kisses me once more before dragging me into the lobby.

“Thanks, Dante,” he waves, towing me straight to the door.

“Anytime, Spencer. Cortney, nice seeing you.” His smirk says he knows entirely too much.

“Wait, we have to pay.” I try digging in my heels, but Spencer is an unstoppable force.

“Already took care of it.”

The bell above the door rings as Spencer shoves it open. He doesn’t slow until we step outside.

“I have to pay my half.” I shield my eyes from the harsh sun with my free hand.

“Too late. I covered it with the deposit.”

“Okay, one thing you need to know about me in this relationship is I have my own money. I’ve done really well for myself.”

“So have I,” Spencer says, pressing me until my back kisses the brick exterior. His broad shoulders block out the sun. “I lived alone for twenty years doing nothing but working and saving, spending only enough to eat and keep a roof over my head. I have savings, a lot of them. I’m not a millionaire, but I am rich enough that I can buy my girlfriend a few things. It feels good to buy her things. Especially when the thing I’m buying is a tattoo to cover the one her fucking fiancé tricked her into getting.”

“He didn’t exactly trick me. I was just dumb,” I mumble.

He captures my chin in the web of his thumb, exposing the tattoo to his gaze. “You get this tattoo for me?”

“You know that I did.” I curl my fingers into the tee shirt at his hips.

He tilts my face back. “Then I’m paying for it because that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Spencer silences my reply with his tongue.

Not that I have one anyway. The second his lips touch mine, any coherent thought evaporates like a drop of dew beneath the midday sun.

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