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“Girl, he’s got it so bad for you.”
“Well, that’s no reason to be nervous.”
“For him it is. He might look gruff and mean, but he’s a marshmallow inside.”
A damn lusty-hot-as-fucking-hell-she-was-surprised-he-hadn’t-melted-from-the-inside-out marshmallow. “I’m not sure he’d appreciate you saying that.”
Jackie laughed. “No, but so long as only you and I know I said it, it’s all good.” She took Mandi by the hand and started walking. “Let’s introduce you to a few people.”
“Might be a good idea.”
She was then introduced to Elise who was Vinter’s girlfriend and Carrie, who was Dallon’s. Mandi had met both Vinter and Dallon over the past few months, but hadn’t met the women in their lives. Turned out, Elise had recently moved closer to the small town after meeting Vinter in his bar, or was it Dallon’s bar?
“They all own it. Like they all own the tattoo parlor. They split it three ways.”
“Oh. Well, what does Vinter do if Jaz runs the tattoo place and Dallon runs the bar?”
The blush that covered Elise from her low-cut blouse to her heart-shaped face was priceless. And telling. Mandi couldn’t help but blush herself, feeling the heat creep up. She couldn’t stop herself from glancing around for Jaz. Her eyes locked with his from across the room and how the hell she read what his look said, she’d never know.
He was in front of her before she could blink. And he didn’t even give her a chance to excuse herself from the conversation she’d been having. He had her down the hallway with his mouth on hers, her body hiked up the wall, and her legs wrapped around him.
Damn, but he took her breath away.
“You can’t look at me like that,” he growled at her.
“Like what?”
“Like you can’t get enough.”
“Well, I can’t, but I didn’t think that’s what that look said.”
“Trust me, that’s exactly what that look said.”
“Okay, so does that mean I can’t look at you at all then? ’Cause I’m pretty sure I always look at you like I can’t get enough.”
Jaz laughed and gave a slight upward thrust, rubbing his hard cock against the crotch of her jeans. Damn they both had way too many clothes on.
“You’re doing it again.”
“You could blindfold me.”
“I could. And tie you up.”
Desire flowed like lava through her veins. “You should,” she whispered hot and low in his ear.
“I still owe you birthday spankings.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Damn, woman.” He buried his face in her neck and licked at the pulse throbbing there.
She quivered in his arms and rocked her hips. She wanted him. Now. Would anyone see? Would anyone notice? Would she give a crap if they did? “Damn, man.”
“Damn, you two. We got a show to do for the lady. Let her down, you animal. You can maul her later.”
They both looked up and found Vinter standing at the end of the hall. He was shirtless and his jeans rode so damn low on his hips. He wore a pair of black boots, and had Jaz not been holding her up against the wall, she’d have melted into the floor.
She’d known Vinter had tats but she never knew they covered him everywhere. At least everywhere she could see at the moment. They were so bright and so detailed. She caught a glimpse of metal in one of his nipples, too.
