Page 73 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“That is amazing. Congratulations.”

Jason shrugged. “When do I get to see your tattoos, Casey?”

“I told you I don’t have any.”

Jason dropped his fork. “Are you fucking with me? I thought you were teasing before.”

“Um, no.”

He chuckled. “Your skin is an artist’s dream.” Jason grabbed the sharpie off the table and popped off the cap. “May I draw on you?”

Casey laughed. “With a felt pen?”

“For now.”

“Okay.”

Jason wiped his hands on his jeans and then stood up. “Okay. Lie back.”

Casey’s mood seemed to have improved, and she was far more relaxed. He was thrilled she was playing along with him. Even more that he was about to get his hands all over her.

“What are you going to draw?” she asked.

“Hmm. Let’s see.”

He dropped to his knees beside her and smoothed his palm over her hip, pushed the t-shirt up to her slender waist, tried not to focus on the fact she was no longer wearing a bra.

“We’re still doing the tattoo thing right?”

He cleared his throat. Casey needed a gentleman tonight. “We are.”

He traced his fingertip over her hip, down her thigh.

“That feels nice.”

“What’s your favorite flower, Casey?”

“Lilies.”

“Perfect.” He leaned in and started sketching on her skin. “Why haven’t you got a tat yet, Case?”

Jason was in his element. Sure, this was just a pen, but a warm body was his canvas.

“I don’t know. Nervous, I guess. You admitted it hurts.”

He slid his hand over her thigh before sketching in the petals of another flower. “It depends.”

“On which part of the body?”

“Who your artist is.”

Casey laughed. “Are you saying if I wanted this design on my body permanently, it wouldn’t hurt?”

“I could distract you enough you wouldn’t notice.”

“How, um, would you do that?” Her voice had turned breathy and she started to squirm on the sofa.

“God, Casey.” He wanted to tell her he could bring her to near orgasm, so she wouldn’t even think about the tiny needle puncturing her skin. He wanted to tell her the sexual tension between them alone would have her so distracted, her only thoughts would be about making love to him when he was finished marking her.

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