Page 25 of Ink Wars

I go back over to the station and continue to sanitize everything. “You don’t need to wait for me. I told you that I’d come by.”

He grabs a rag and starts helping me. It shouldn’t make my heart pound like it is, but this decent human side of him is kinda hot.

“I know you did but I figured we’d pick up something to eat on the way,” he says.

I look up at him as he’s wiping down my tattoo gun. “You wanna go out for food?”

He chuckles putting down the tattoo gun. “No princess, that would give people the wrong idea. I’m starving and figured since you were coming by, we could just grab something and eat it while we work.”

I look away and finish cleaning up. “Okay just making sure.”

“You worried about being caught?” he asks, moving closer to me.

“No,” I lie.

Of course, I am. My friends and I’m sure his friends would never let it go. Not to mention the clients that have been subjected to our hatred through the years. They would probably be pissed that we talked shit about each other.

It’s a bad situation, but I’m attracted to it.

The danger of being caught. The thrill of sneaking around. The pleasure he’s obviously capable of bringing me.

Like I said, I don’t regret a damn thing.

He grabs onto my hips, digging his fingers in. “Tell me something, princess, have you been able to think of anything but me fucking you again?”

I swallow roughly and try to control my racing heart as I search his heated eyes. I could lie and say I haven’t thought about it once but what’s the point? He’ll know I’m lying.

“No,” I admit.

His grip tightens on me as he moves his lips almost against mine. “Me either, so let's hurry the fuck up because I’m planning on feasting on more than my food tonight.”

He backs away and turns around to finish sanitizing my things. I’m frozen in place, trying to get myself to be able to think straight again. Not only from his promise but watching his incredible body flex as he moves. My pussy is wet already.

Once we get everything cleaned up, we grab burgers and head to his place. I knew he lived close by but I didn’t realize it was this close. He’s only a few blocks away from my place.

The building has beautiful old bricks outside and when we step inside, I’m just as impressed. They’ve done a great job at keeping the old elements and mixing them with modern ones.

I follow him and we climb two flights of stairs before he grabs his keys out of his pocket. I’m not disappointed in the view of his ass as we walk up. He unlocks the large wooden door, and holds it open for me.

“Holy crap, Corbin,” I say, looking around. It’s twice the size of my apartment and the large windows are a panoramic view of the city around us.

“Thanks,” he says, putting our food down on the coffee table.

It looks so much like my apartment but with his black furniture, it looks completely different. I want to go explore every room but instead, I turn to face him.

“This is twice the size of my place,” I say, shaking my head. “Is your roommate home?”

He chuckles unpacking our food. “No roommate, princess. I live here alone.”

My eyes widen as I stare at him. “Are you fucking serious? I share one bathroom with two other chicks for fuck sake,” I say, holding my arms out.

“You wanna use my bathroom, princess?” he asks, tossing me a wink.

“No, you probably have guy crap all over it,” I say, sitting down next to him.

He takes a bite of his burger and looks at me. “Guy crap?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I laugh around my french fry and shrug. “I’m sure you have as much crap as a chick.”

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