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My back slams into the wall.
Heat rolls off him in waves, his vanilla and cinnamon scent wrapping around me. He frames my head with his palms. His chest rises when he pulls away, lips glistening under the flickering lights.
I drag my nails down his top and he shivers.
Curling my fingers around the hem, I peel it off him.
My mouth dries at the expanse of black and grey ink covering him. I knew he was heavily tattooed from his neck down, but knowing and seeing are two very different things.
There isn’t an inch of visible skin that hasn’t been touched by a needle.
And that six-pack…
Fuck me.
I feel his heated stare as I trace him with my eyes.
A silver bar glints from his nipple, and my knees quiver.
I plant my palm on his chest. He curls his fingers around my wrist, his thumb stroking the microphone, and I buckle.
His arm wraps around my back. I lock my legs around his waist when he lifts me, lips crashing to mine. He fists my hair and tilts my head.
Cold wood bites into the fire searing me as he places me on the glossy black grand piano. He steps between my spread legs, his fingers dig into my thighs, and he lifts my hips, dragging me to the edge.
Hot, heavy kisses trail my jaw. I gasp when his dick presses into me. My clit pulses and my heart smashes into my ribcage.
He stares down at me like a man starved.
His fingers play with the loose hem of my T-shirt, his thumb grazing my stomach. My thighs tense. I reach for him, only for him to grab both my wrists in one hand and lower me until I’m flat on my back, arms pinned above my head.
“It’s my turn to touch, Rixie,” he murmurs, his hand splaying over my stomach as he eases my t-shirt upwards.
Air lodges in my lungs and I forget how to breathe.
His tongue swipes his lower lips as he reaches the red lace covering me, and he purrs. He drags his thumb along the band, stroking up and over the cup.
His lip quirks when he tugs it down. “Matching metal, baby?”
Any retort I can think of disappears the second he swipes over the sparkling barbell in my nipple.
Then, he tugs the metal, and every single vein in my body sparks.
I lift my hips, chasing his erection as he rocks against me. He dips his head and flicks my nipple with his tongue before biting down.
I moan, my back arching off the piano lid.
He slides his arm beneath me and flicks the clasp of my bra open.
I tip my chin, nipping at his jaw.
A hand covers my other breast, and honeyed eyes lock on mine as he feels the other piercing. “Double metal?”
“Uh-uh.” I lap at his sweet, salty skin. “But that’s not all.”
His head falls back on a groan.
He drags his hand down chest and over my stomach. He pops the button of my jeans before sinking his fingers inside. He strokes me over my underwear, pressing down until he feels the metal ring in my clit.
