Page 3 of Rex

Maybe I should get a flash tattoo?

I’ve never particularly wanted one, but I’ve watched Tattoo Heroes before. There is a lot of touching.

My body hums in excitement at the thought of skin on skin action.

And flash tattoos are small so really it’ll be a good test. If I like it I can get something bigger that takes many many sessions. I could make friends with these people.

This is the best idea I have ever had.

Mind made up, I pull open the door and walk into the shop. As I do, the most perfect man in existence steps into the reception area and I immediately fall in love.

I am a perfectly respectable 5’8” and he has to have at least half a foot on me. He has the classic long on top hairstyle which looks amazing with his caramel brown hair. He has tattoos peaking out from his shirt and I’m nearly positive he has a nipple piercing.

“Hey there, how can I help you?” I drag my eyes away from the adonis to the biker behind the desk. His smile is so big, it shows off a couple of cute dimples.

“I’d like to flash- no, I’d like you to flash. Damnit, no.” I take a deep breath and exhale. “I’m sorry. Please can I get a flash tattoo?”

The guy raises an eyebrow. “Have you been drinking?”

“Sadly, no,” I chuckle awkwardly. “I’m just a bit nervous.”

His eyes light up. “Are you a tattoo virgin?”

I just smile and nod, my gaze sliding back over to the adonis. I wonder if you’re allowed to request who tattoos you? The thought of his hands on me in any capacity makes my body light up brighter then the signs in the window.

“Excellent. I’m Booker and I’ll be happy to give you your tattoo once we go through some paperwork.”

“I’ll do him,” my dream man says in a gruff voice that sends my blood heading south.

Yes, please. Please do me.

I don’t say that out loud, but judging by the smirk Booker gives me, my face says it for me.

“I bet you will.” Booker wags his eyebrows at me. How am I meant to respond to an eyebrow waggle?

I salute him.

I salute him?

My face heats yet again, but thankfully no one says anything about my idiocracy.

“Okay then, I will leave you in Rex’s capable hands.”

Rex.

It suits him. He’s huge like a dinosaur and I’d be happy to let him gobble me up.

“Thank you,” I say and then follow Rex to his station. It’s a spotless space with fresh lemony scent.

“Here’s the binder. Pick a flash and we’ll get you started.” Rex holds a binder out to me and I take it.

He really is quite gruff. I have to say; I like it though. I wonder if he’s that rough in bed. Grabbing my hips with those big hands and pounding into me, taking what he wants.

I meet Rex’s gaze and his eyes darken like he can read my thoughts. Or I’m looking at him like a total horndog.

I look back down at the folder and smile when I realize that I wont even have to open the folder. On the front is a cuteyet fierce tattoo of a T-Rex. It’s a simple line tattoo with a few details.

I know that this is the tattoo for me.

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