Page 111 of Devilish Ink

“More supplements?” Ry asked, rifling through the pill bottles.

“It’s everything the book recommended,” I said, taking a seat in one of the black leather tattoo chairs.

Ry came over to me and I hoisted her up onto my lap. Her elbow came to rest on my shoulder.

“I thought we already got everything the book recommended,” she said, cupping my cheek.

“Different book,” I said.

Ry laughed. “I’m going to start glowing like that neon sign if I keep taking more stuff. You should see my pee already.”

“Should I?” I frowned.

Ry chuckled. “Everything is going to be fine. The doctor said I’m perfectly healthy, remember?”

I twisted around one of the bottles I’d bought. “Maybe just this one, too?”

Ry shook her head and held up the burrito.

“Definitelythisone,” she said before taking a massive bite.

With hot sauce smeared all over her lips, she went in for more.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I said.

Ry stuck out her tongue.

I laughed. “How gorgeous you are?”

Ry licked her lips, managing to further smear sauce around her mouth.

I groaned deep in my chest. “How fuckinghotyou are?”

Ry sucked on a refried bean-smeared finger as she gave me pouty eyes.

“Goddamn,” I whispered, shaking my head.

Ry laughed and the sound was glorious. She gave me her laughter so freely now, I almost forgot about the ever-present darkness, about the man that I was still hunting in the background—and failing to find.

Not that I had many avenues, being new to Dublin.

I knew Rian had a friend who worked for the Garda but…I couldn’t exactly ask him to help.

“If I wasn’t so busy pleasuring this burrito right now, I might give you a little reward for all your sweet nothings,” she said, tapping the tip of my nose.

My cock twitched beneath her ass. I nipped at her neck.

“I have time,” I murmured to the hollow of her throat even as she took another bite.

“So you’re saying I should chew slower?” Ry asked, pulling away to assess me with a cheek of food like a chipmunk.

“I’m saying I thought you liked burritos you could choke on,” I said, pulling Ry’s hips down tighter on my swelling cock.

Ry’s eyes became hungry for something other than Mexican food. She threw her burrito aside just as the little bell rang.

I heard her startled gasp before I turned to see who it was.

In her haste to get up off of my lap, she knocked over the bagof supplements that were at my side. A bottle rolled across the floor and stopped beneath the raised toe of an all too familiar boot.

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