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He could manhandle me and not worry. All his hard edges and power made me wild. I could be as unrestrained as he was.

“You ready for some fun.” Cole’s warm voice floated in my ear.

Chapter nineteen

Cole

Shanewassoblissed-outthat I picked him up to carry him to my tattoo station. He looped his arms around my neck, his grin sloppy. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was drunk.

I reveled in his ability to handle my brutal strength and punishing assaults. It offered us the perfect arrangement. I gained an outlet for control, and he found a safe way to hand it over. The paddle had taken things to a new level, and I had a high from endorphins, too. There was nothing better than giving Shane exactly what he needed.

A feeling I wanted to keep.

“You’ve been such a good boy.” I eased him into the chair, but he was reluctant to let go of my neck. I palmed his swollen cock. “It’ll be harder to get what you want if you don’t let go.”

Shane’s hand fell from my neck as he let out a sad sigh, and I chuckled.

I wanted to draw this out and make it a playful distraction because Shane seemed extra on edge tonight. Running my fingers through his hair the way he loved, my other hand traced the dragon on his chest. I’d been attracted to his face the first night I’d broken into his office, but the tattoo set all of this in motion. He’d come to me for ink and probably more.

Alec had been right, although I’d never admit it to him. I was steadier now, and Shane was responsible for that.

My selfish need for him couldn’t invite hope for a future. He was young and deserved a long, full life with a partner who could grow old with him. I would never be that, but I could show him how much I appreciated him. With my mouth.

Shane’s back bowed off the chair as I impaled my throat with his cock. As usual, Shane kept up a steady stream of swear words, begging, and praise. I’d lowered the bottom half of the chair so it was easy to kneel between his legs. I pinned his hips down, relishing his strength under me. His hips would probably bear my handprints, and that spurred me on.

This blowjob was hard and fast, meant to give him the maximum amount of pleasure in the shortest time.

“Cole,” Shane shrilled, “please, please. I can’t hold back.”

“Come down my throat, Pretty Boy, I want to taste all of you,” I said, my voice hoarse.

That was all it took, and fuck, he was beautiful when he came. I swallowed everything he gave me and licked him until he groaned for me to stop.

His body was slick with sweat, and I crawled up him to rest my elbows on either side of his head.

“That was fun.” Shane’s mouth turned up, and his eyes drifted half closed.

“That wasn’t the fun part; that was customer appreciation,” I said, and Shane’s eyebrow drew up in a question. “For your incredible brain, innovative thinking, and sexy ass.”

“Hmmm, I’ll do more work for you if you pay me in blowjobs.” Shane’s eyes shut, and his hands rested on my waist with his thumbs drawing circles on my ribs.

His statement stabbed me with a blast from the past. I climbed off Shane, breaking out of his grip when he tried to hold me to him.

When he protested, I pushed his head back into the seat with my entire palm to shield my face. “Don’t worry. I’m coming right back.”

In my office, I took a few deep breaths and cracked my neck. I’d promised a good time, and I needed to keep the past behind me tonight. I needed out of my head, but offering to tattoo him was out of the question with the ink shortage.

“Hang on,” I called and walked to the front of the shop, waiting for inspiration to strike or a heart attack.

Either would be fine, as long as I didn’t have to go back to Shane drowning in memories of the past.

The inspiration came while I straightened the magazines. After gathering supplies, I lingered in the doorway of my station, drinking in the full view of a sated Shane completely still and at peace. I did that. That made my fucked-up head chill out.

“Tell me a noun,” I said, and Shane’s head jerked in my direction.

“What?” he asked, sitting up and resting his forearms on his knees.

“We’re playing a game, and I’m asking you for a bunch of words, and you’re going to tell me,” I said, setting the permanent markers and magazine on the tray table.

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