Page 106 of Pelvic Flaws

“I don’t care how long you’re married, but when you have a woman like you, that is how you should kiss her every single day. That darlin’ is why you and me will never be, just friends.”

With a contented sigh, I gazed up at him.

“Okay,” I replied breathily, on a haze of lust.

“Stop thinking about what he has, and more about what he lost. What he’s trying to replace and more importantly, what you have.”

“What I have?”

“Yeah. You have me, Katie Cat, and that means a whole load more of those kisses are comin’ your way. Those kisses and plenty of laughs and happiness too.”

Yep, just press my clit now and watch me explode. I’m ready.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I gushed, earning myself a beautiful grin.

“Yeah and I’m so fuckin’ yours.”

I was just about to open my mouth when there was a knock at the door.

“That’ll be my next appointment,” Dex said with a groan and a quick readjustment of his hard on. “The kids still at Carl’s tonight?” I nodded. “I’ll come over later, that okay?”

I gave him a starry eyed nod and with a quick peck to his cheek, turned to leave. As I opened the door, I almost fell back with surprise.

“Sophie,” I gasped.

“Oh hi, Katie. I’m sorry to interrupt, but I left my bra here earlier.”

Dex

We were trying the family meal thing again – but this time it was at Katie’s house, and I was being careful about what I said. Katie had agreed that if I thought she was being disrespected, I could say how I felt but anything else, any other matters of discipline, I was keeping out of it. I was more than happy with that; I wasn’t their dad and so that was how it should have been.

I was also happy that we’d sorted the Sophie thing out. No, it hadn’t been the best timing when Sophie came back to the studio for her bra, but Katie had laughed about it later. I think my face must have shown how fucking shit scared I was, but as soon as Sophie whipped out her cell and showed Katie the photo of her back, and Carl’s name permanently marked on it, I saw her relax and realization dawn that she’d been really fucking wrong about me and Sophie.

“Dex, did you always want to own your own studio?” Annie asked, tucking into her chicken.

“Never thought about it until I was about twenty-eight and the guy who trained me decided to retire.” I took a mouthful of my own food and agreed with Katie, it was damn tastier than any chicken shack and her kids were fools to think otherwise.

“So what happened?” Annie leaned forward, seeming genuinely interested.

“He offered me the place and a loan at a reasonable rate of interest, so I went to night classes to learn about business and that was the start of Heaven & Ink.”

“Is it still called Heaven & Ink in Dallas?” Katie asked. “You sold it to the guy who worked for you, didn’t you?”

“Yep, Benny. He changed the name to Dibujo – some Latin or Spanish name for drawing. He’s a real artsy type of guy,” I explained, as Katie furrowed her brow at the strange name. “I brought the name Heaven & Ink with me.”

“Why Heaven & Ink?” Isaac asked.

I smiled. “When I was opening it, I had no damn clue what to call it – nothing that didn’t sound too corny anyway, so I mentioned it to my neighbor, Janice, one day and she just came out with it. I pretty much loved it straight away.”

“Your neighbor hey.” Isaac grinned. “Was she hot?”

I laughed. “Janice Hart’s a lovely woman Isaac, but happily married with grown up kids and also eighty years of age.”

“Do you ever plan on opening any more studios?” Annie asked.

“If business keeps on going the way it is, I’d like to open a second studio in less than two years.”

“Really,” Katie said with a grin. “That’s amazing.”

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