Page 4 of Tattooed By Her Silver Fox

Holy hell. I’d be embarrassed for not pulling away from him, but the way he’s looking at me, devouring me with a heated glance that’s burning me from the inside out, I can’t think straight enough to be anything but on fire.

“I really wanted to see you again,” I repeat like a trained puppet. “And for you to forgive me.”

“Nothing to forgive.” His hand drops from my face, and I’m cold. I’m freezing without his touch. “Tell me, Ms. Catto.”

“Vi,” I interject.

“Vi,” he says as if he’s test driving my name on his tongue. “Do you have any ink?”

“No.” The whole needles thing. Just thinking of them makes me feel a bit dizzy on my feet.

Fox grins down at me. He’s a mountain of a man, and I want nothing more than to climb that mountain to the very top.

“Did you find something you liked?” he asks, and I’m barely holding on to my sanity.

“There is a rose over on that wall that’s pretty.” My throat is going dry.

He reaches for my shoulder and slides the collar of my coat to the side. “It’d look great behind your ear.” His fingers dip lower, and he glides the fabric of my blouse off my shoulder. “Or maybe here, on your collar bone.”

I fight the urge to close my eyes. Fox smells of leather and sweet tobacco and something heady and thick that’s all masculine and intoxicating. “I’m not really big on needles.”

Fox grins, and I feel my whole body melt. God, he’s gorgeous. Grayish-silver eyes study me for several long seconds before he lifts my hand and folds back all of my fingers into a fist but one. “You could always start with a small one here.” He traces the space between two fingers. I want him to take that finger into his mouth and suck on it. I want him to kiss it. To christen it as his. I want it so badly I feel my middle tighten and my sex clench.

“You’d trust me to be your first, wouldn’t you, Vi?” His eyes darken, and I’m only standing because he’s holding me up by the hand. He can be my first and my last and my every in-between if he can make this ache inside me go away.

“Okay,” I mutter, not able to say more without losing my nerve.

I’m lost on Fox. His prey to be devoured. His virgin to be sacrificed. I’m not sure where this path leads, but I know if I don’t take it, I will hate myself for the rest of my life, so when he begins to lead me behind the curtain, I follow.

Fox

If I’d been thinking straighter, I would have taken the damn coat and sent her packing.

Thinking straight doesn’t seem to be in my wheelhouse when Sweetness is nearby. When she takes off her jacket and exposes those killer curves and that ass, I’m not the only one going hard.

I stalk over to Denver and tell him to take an early night. Robby has Bash, and I’ll close up. Really, I want Vi in my chair alone. No audience. No distractions. It’ll be hard enough keeping a steady hand with my fingers itching to fists her breasts and give that ass the spanking it deserves for making unwarranted assumptions.

Denver takes his time packing it in, and I know what he’s up to. If he doesn’t get his ass moving, I’m firing him tomorrow.

Vi makes a circle around the backroom. She studies everything from the pictures of my clients over the years to the vintage tattoos hanging over my chair. “Does it hurt?” Vi asks, and I’m struck by her question. Not because I haven’t heard it before but because she’s had this impenetrable facade up since we met and I can’t believe she’s picking now, when we’re about to be alone, to let it drop.

“Fingers can be more painful. There is less fat and more bone, but I’ll keep it small.”

She stops at a picture I took the other day of Robby and Bash outside the shop. “He’s just like you.”

“Robby?” I ask. “He takes more after his mother, I’d say.”

“Where is she?”

I pat the seat for Vi and wait for her to sit. “She died not long after Robby turned eighteen.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I fight a smile at the way her face contorts as if she’s said something wrong again. “We weren’t close. Robby was the product of a loveless marriage and a difficult divorce. I never really got to spend time with Robby until he showed up at my doorstep with Bash about a month ago.”

“That had to of been hard.”

“Not really. I’d heard rumors Robby and his girl weren’t getting along. Having them under my roof keeps me from worrying about them.”

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