Page 67 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

Jason snorted. “Nothing.”

“They’re not cheap.”

“I had them laying around. It’s not a big deal.” Jason smiled. “You look surprised.”

“No. I?”

He leaned in close, so close she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead, he brushed his lips over her ear. “I’m not a virgin.”

She giggled. Which was happening way, way too much in his presence. “Really?”

“Really. I hope you still want to marry me.”

“Well, you can’t wear white.”

“Fuck.”

They laughed again. It didn’t escape Casey that Jason came to sit a lot closer to her this time.

“Tell me about your work. You’re an accountant?”

“Yeah. Mostly tax stuff for large firms in the city. It probably sounds stupid, but I love my job.”

“That’s not stupid. It’s rare. Most people hate what they do. Become a slave to it.”

Casey nodded. “Do you love your job?”

“Tattooing? Hell, yeah.”

“Will you, um, can I see yours?”

“I have a lot.”

“How many?”

“Close to thirty.”

“Wow.”

He reached for the hem of his shirt, and she watched in stunned silence as he peeled it off, revealing his abs first and then his built chest. “We’ll start with the ones north of the equator, okay?”

She nodded but didn’t speak. Her tongue was tied, and her eyes were busy caressing the planes of his body, covered in the most artful ink. She reached out to touch the black and grey angel on his shoulder but caught herself before she made skin to skin contact.

“You can touch them, Case. I don’t mind.”

“How much did this hurt?” she asked. The heat from Jason’s skin absorbed into her cool fingertips as she traced the lines.

“Not going to lie, it hurts, but you get addicted to it. It becomes the good kind of pain.”

“The good kind?”

He chuckled. “Never been inked?”

“No.”

His gaze dropped to her thumb, which had taken on a life of its own and was circling the tribal swirls on his left pec. When she reached his nipple, he jumped.

“Sorry.”

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