Page 7 of Three Little Words

“Most people ask if it hurts.”

I laughed. “Of course it hurts. It’s getting stabbed a million times with a tiny needle.”

Benny grinned. “You know what you’re getting into.”

“Sure do.”

He put his left hand on my waist, his right hand holding the tattoo gun.

I bit my lower lip, closing my eyes.

The needle touched my skin.

I exhaled softly.

The vibration and the sting felt good. I needed something like this, especially after an argument with my dumbass brother.

And I needed this guy’s hands on me.

The combination of the pain and his touch was turning me on.

He worked quickly. I could follow the lines in my mind as he inked them into my skin, making them permanent.

I opened my eyes after a few minutes, breathing deeply. I was wet, soaked even, and starting to think I needed a break.

But when I opened my eyes, I got a good look at Bradley.

More specifically, I got a good look at the bulge in his jeans.

His hand shifted closer to my breasts, and I swear his cock twitched.

It made me feel good, knowing that he was just as aroused as I was.

The needle moved closer to one of my ribs and I bit my lower lip.

It hurt enough that my thoughts stopped for a moment.

I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips.

Benny stilled, lifting the needle from my side.

“You okay?”

“Doing great.” I smiled. My face felt hot, flushed.

I wanted more. Now.

The combination of the pain and pleasure was making me forget about my other troubles. Thoughts of my brother being stupid floated away. This was all for me, this tattoo, and had nothing to do with anyone else. It was nice to do something for myself.

It was nice to feel sexy and be close to a gorgeous man.

Benny cleared his throat again. I opened one eye and looked up at him.

“So, your sketches,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Are you an artist? Like, a graphic designer?”

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