Page 67 of Red My Lips

Jill’s phone vibrates on the counter next to her, and she leans over to read it. She rolls her eyes, expression turning sassy as she moves to pull the sweatshirt off and dramatically drops it on the floor. Standing gloriously naked in my kitchen, she lifts both of her hands in the air with her middle fingers raised to flip me off.

I chuckle deeply, arousal rippling through me, as I walk back over to my station. Picking up the tattoo gun, I finish inking my skin to the view of the curvy angel eating in my kitchen. But watching only lasts for so long.

Me: Pick it up off the floor.

Me: Slowly

Jill reads my messages, shaking her head. But I can see her biting back a smile as she types her response.

Menace: Bossy

Tossing her phone down on the counter, she turns away from the camera. Bending at the waist to stick her big sexy ass in the air, she slowly reaches down to grab the sweatshirt off the floor. When she rises back up, she gives her ass a shake that shoots straight to my cock, and tosses her hair back sensually.

Holy shit.

I need to get this tattoo done so I can be with her. Four hours is too long away from her.

The buzzing of the machine echoes through the room as I work to finish the tattoo, fueled by my newfound motivation.

Walking up behind her, my hands greet her first, then my lips. Wrapping my arms around her lush figure, my lips press to the side of her neck. Jill’s head tilts to the side to allow me better access, a soft sigh escaping her as I taste her sweet skin.

“I brought you something.” I place the box on the counter in front of her. Jill reaches for the box while I feast on her.

“I’m supposed to be working.” There’s not an ounce of conviction in Jill’s voice, making me grin against her neck.

“You’re on a break,” I inform her. She lifts the top off the box to reveal the jewelry inside. A short gold chain that matches one of her favorite necklaces sits inside with the gold letter L hanging in the center.

“Is this an anklet?” she asks. “With the letter L.”

“For Lawless,” I reply, trailing my nose up to whisper in her ear. “I needed a way to get my other initial on your body. This way, I can have it dangling over my shoulders tonight.”

“Wait, what is that?” Jill asks, feeling the clear bandage covering the fresh tattoo on my palm. She lifts my hand and flips it over to see her lips permanently branded on my skin in her signature crimson color. The color match to her lipstick is impeccable, if I do say so myself.

“Is that—? Did you—?” She asks, looking up at me. “Did you really?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. It’s a work of art that I want on my skin forever,” I reply. “Besides, it’s only fair.” She looks down at the tattoo again, gently tracing over it with her finger.

“You think this makes us even?” she smarts, making me bite back a grin. I love her defiance. “Those lips could belong to anyone. It’s not like it’s my initials.”

She has no idea.

Taking my hand from hers, I cup her face in my palms. “I’ll tattoo ‘property of Jillian Hart’ across my forehead right now. Just say the word.”

“You would not,” she argues.

“Try me.” I’m dead serious, and once she sees that, her expression softens. She only gets sweet with me, I fucking like it.

“Don’t do that. I like your forehead the way it is.”

“Do you?” I murmur. She nods against my hands.

“Yes, it’s a very nice forehead,” she says, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “Plus, imagine the hassle of having to fix the tattoo when my name changes to Lawless.” Her words have my grip on her face tightening possessively, making her grin. This radiant smile of hers could sustain me for the rest of my life, and I’m determined to keep it there for the rest of hers.

“I like the sound of that,” I inform her, stating the obvious.

“I’m warming to the idea.” She leans up to kiss me, our lips moving together sensually before she pulls away. She gazes up at me for another minute, and I can see the moment she realizes where we are. “My break’s over. Now go away so I can focus.”

With one last kiss, I leave her to do her work. On my walk back to my office, there’s a swagger to my steps that has me feeling like a giddy schoolboy who got to hold hands with his crush at recess. Only this is a million times better. Jill is letting me in, letting me see every part of her.

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