Page 28 of Marked By the Possessive Biker

“Ben…”

He holds his hands up like he’s innocent or something. “What? It’s for the tattoo.”

I give him a sly look because I’m sure he’s just trying to get me naked, but he backs away from me, hands up. “Get naked, up on the bed, and lay on your back.”

I do as he asks, and when he walks toward me, I’m holding my hand up to look at my ring. “I love it, Ben.”

He sets his tray up next to me, and his eyes graze down my naked waist. His hand is on my hip, and he leans over to kiss my lips. “You sure you don’t want to talk about this tattoo?”

I shake my head. “Nope, I want it to be a surprise.”

He nods and stands up. “Okay.” He cleans the area, and when he starts working, he also starts to talk. “You probably should call Cruz and Tara tonight. They knew I was asking this weekend. I had planned to do it at dinner, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”

With his hands on me, it’s hard to think. “Okay, I will.”

The buzz of the needle has me laying my head back and closing my eyes. He works for a few minutes, and I can’t stop bringing my hand up and smiling at the ring on my finger.

“You happy, princess?” he asks me.

I look over at him. “I’ve never been happier. I’m glad you came to your senses, Ben Dalton.”

He hovers over me. “I still have work to do to be the man you deserve, but I’m working on it.”

“You’re exactly the man I want you to be,” I tell him with emotion, wanting him to believe me.

He leans down and kisses me, and before it gets too hot and heavy, he pulls back. “I’m almost done.”

He works for a while, and it feels like no time when he pulls back and starts to clean up. “I wanted to writeProperty of Boss,but I figured that would be a little much. This is almost as good.”

Excited, I take the mirror he’s holding out to me and look at my hip. There’s a crown and then in beautiful script the wordPrincess. “You’ll always be my princess, Lex.”

“Oh wow! I love it, and I love you. And yes, I’m yours, and I always will be.”

He blows out a frustrated breath. “I need to be inside you. I need to know you’re mine.”

I laugh and hold my hand up between us, showing him the ring on my finger. “I think this right here says I’m yours, Ben.”

He growls with possession as he looks at my finger. “Mine.”

I pull him by the shirt until he’s over me. “I love you, Ben Dalton.”

“I love you too, princess.”

I lift my chin at him with a challenge. “Show me.”

He laughs. “Oh, I’ll show you.”

And in this moment, I’m glad I made an appointment and we have the shop to ourselves because he spends the rest of the night showing me just how much he loves me, proving over and over that I’m his, and he’s mine.

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