Page 11 of Devilish Ink

I wasn’t sure I could live with myself if I lost control.

If betrayed Rian.

I was here to fix my relationship with him, not destroy it further.

If he knew I was lying on her table imagining all the dirty things I wanted to do with his girlfriend, I’d have no chance of regaining his trust.

“To be honest,” I said through gritted teeth, “I might need…a distraction. Music, maybe?”

If we kept talking, if she kept giving me small pieces of her, I’d fall for her and ruin everything.

Her chair wheels squeaked as she stood. “I think I have the cure for what ails ye.”

I couldn’t help but stare at the way her hips swayed as she walked across the room to a Bluetooth speaker, her bootsteps as light as a fairy. At the way her pleated skirt skipped up the back of her thighs with every step. At the peek of her red lace panties when she leaned on the counter.

I repressed a groan. I was going to hell.

The grainy strum of a guitar melody filled the room. I tore my eyes away as she returned to my side.

“I find music helps distract me,” she said, smiling.

She sat back down on her stool with her legs apart, the only thing preventing me from seeing her panties was the thin plaid pleat falling right over the front.

Fuck me. Did she realise what she was doing? Her face was so innocent and honest that I knew she had no fucking idea.

I groaned internally. That made it worse. I rubbed my eyelids against my forearm, praying that I didn’t do something stupid.

She swept her hair from her shoulders. Leaned forward toward me, her fingers brushing my skin as she inspected what she’d done.

Her breasts brushed my elbow again as she got too close.

Fuck. I could feel the way her nipples hardened against my skin through her thin shirt.

I couldn’t help it: I let out a low groan.

“Hey,” she whispered, “hey.”

Her hand lay flat against the space between my shoulder blades.

I shuddered beneath her. My fingernails ached from digging into the leather. I was seconds away from sinking my teeth into my arm to keep from screaming. Or groaning. Or fucking this chair.

Or fucking Ryleigh herself.

I need to stop this whole thing. Demand she uncuff me and leave, tattoo unfinished. I hadn’t actually betrayed Rian yet. It wasn’t too late.

But before I could, she started singing along with the music.

“…I’d give up all the stars

Live in an endless night

Just to have you come home.

I don’t need the sun

We’d be each other’s light

And we’d never be alone.”

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