Page 53 of Forbidden Harmony

“No. We’re leaving, Addison.”

“I’m a grown woman. You can’t tell me whatto do!”

“Like fucking hell, I can’t,” he growled.

In desperation, she stared at the piercerwho stood up. Preacher stared him down and said, “She’s my woman and you’renot piercing her. Is that a problem?”

“I am not your woman!” Addison said.

“Hey, man,” the piercer held up his hands,“it’s not a problem for me. I got me an independent woman myself. I get it.”

“I am not his woman,” Addison repeated.“I’m getting pierced and you can’t stop me, Preacher!”

“If she comes back here and I find out youpierced any part of her, do I have to tell you what I’ll do to you?” Preachersaid.

The piercer shook his head. “Nope.Consider her banned from the shop, brother.”

Preacher gave him a curt nod of thanks.

“You jerk!” Addison shouted. She whacked Preacheron the chest and then muttered a curse and rubbed her hand.

“Watch your piercing,” he said.

“What? What do you -”

She gasped and pressed her hand over herright breast to protect her nipple, when he bent and tossed her over hisshoulder. She pounded him on the back as he walked back into reception. Hegrunted when Addie bit him on the back and gave her a slap to the ass.

She squealed in outrage, and he smiledpolitely at the receptionist as he walked to the door. “Later, sweetheart.”

The moment they stepped outside into thehot sunshine and Addison saw the people staring at them, she stoppedstruggling. She cleared her throat and said, “Please put me down, Preacher.”

He set her on her feet next to his bike andshe straightened her dress. “Why are you here?”

“Stopping you from getting your goddamnclit pierced,” he snapped.

“Keep your voice down,” she muttered beforesmiling at the old woman who was walking past them.

He glared at her and stepped closer before sayingin a low voice, “You are not getting your clit pierced, Addison. I won’t allowit.”

“You don’t get a say in it.”

He wanted to spank her ass in frustrationbut instead he made himself take a deep breath. “Please, Sunshine. Don’t getyour clit pierced.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s perfect just the way it is.”

She blinked at him before sighing andlooking away. “I wasn’t here to get my clit pierced anyway.”

Relief rushed through Preacher. Not just becauseshe wasn’t piercing her clit but because fucking goddamn Paul from Paul’sPiercing Palace wasn’t going to see her clit. He didn’t want anyone seeing herperfect pussy but him.

“What were you piercing?” he said.

“My other nipple.”

Stupidly, another wave of jealousy wentthrough him. Thinking that some other guy might see her tits was just as bad.

He tried not to scowl at her and failed. “I’llpierce it for you. Let’s go.”

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