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The palm of his other hand smooths over my inner thigh and onto my hip, keeping me locked underneath him as he continues the steady rhythm of his fingers and thumb. My head tips back and before my eyes drift shut, I notice the camera on the ceiling.

Garrett notices my attention shifting and looks up at me, then he turns to see what I’m looking at. “It’s off,” he says. “I never have it on when I’m doing intimate work.”

Is it wrong to want him to turn it on? Somehow he’s become adept at reading what I’m thinking, his hand stills.

“You want to watch?”

I nod, not wanting to speak the words aloud. He leans back. The loss of his fingers makes me gasp. He grabs his phone, using the hand that wasn’t inside me, and pulls up the camera feed setting the phone on the counter, making sure the angle is right.

“I won’t record this,” he tells me.

Why is that disappointing? It’s a way to protect me and despite wishing I’d be able to watch it back, I appreciate what he is doing.

“Spread your legs, Vixen.”

My body is attuned to that voice now. I shouldn’t be so eager to do his bidding, but I need his touch, I’m desperate for it. He leans over, one hand on the bed and pushes back inside of me. Turning my head, I watch the camera as he fucks me with his fingers. The angle isn’t quite right to see his hand working inside of me but the movement of his arms, and my naked body spread out beneath him is more than enough for that intense pleasure to grow.

Garrett leans forward and works harder, deeper, his face a mask of pure, intense focus. A long moan pours from my mouth as my whole body locks and pleasure courses through me. I fight the urge to close my eyes and turn to watch myself come all over his fingers.

His hand withdraws, and he straightens. On the camera, I watch as he turns his head, staring at us on the tiny screen.

I’m sure I hear him curse but I’m still coming down from the climax. Garrett moves his fingers over my nipple, rubbing myrelease onto it. When he leans over, my eyes drift shut, unable to keep them open as he sucks and licks it all away.

Without warning, he grabs my hips and pulls so that my ass is at the end and my head is flat against the bed. Excitement ripples through me as I watch him on the phone, pulling his jeans and underwear down. Not all the way, but his taut, muscular ass is clear on the screen.

It’s almost a shock as he surges forward and pushes his cock all the way inside of me. There is no way to describe how it feels seeing it on camera and feeling it in my body.

“Look at me,” his command has me moving my head without argument. “You enjoy watching me fuck you?” I nod. He pushes in hard and pulls all the way back.

There is no way to stop myself watching. He leans over me to get more leverage and starts fucking me, and this time, we both watch. His ass muscles clench every time he thrusts, and that alone has me spiraling.

Garrett grabs my forearms and turns them over so my elbows are flat against the bed. He grips me tight, pinning them at my side. I grab on to his hips and he grunts as he pushes in harder, over and over.

He’s not looking at the camera anymore. His eyes are on me. I roll my head back to see him, and do everything within my power to keep my eyes open and locked on his.

The rhythm of his thrusts changes, slower for a few strokes, then harder, all the while he’s looking at my face. God, I wish I could kiss him, I want to pull him down to me, but my arms are still pinned to the bed. I’m at his mercy as his thrusts get more frantic.

It’s too much, his body slamming into me, the intensity on his face, the camera. Garrett groans and swears as I clamp down on him. My whole body seizes up as a pulse wave of pure pleasureraces from where we are connected, to my head, making me dizzy.

Garrett presses inside and holds as his cock pumps. My eyes open and I watch on the screen, his back is bowed but his ass muscles tense as he holds himself in me and his release fills me.

His head drops, his forehead pressing against my stomach. We’re both breathless, chests heaving almost in sync. A soft kiss is pressed to my navel before Garrett straightens.

He stares at the tattoo between my breasts for a long moment as we catch our breath. The way he stares at it is so intense.

What is happening? There is no way to describe his expression. Finally he releases my arms and steps back. It’s a shame when he pulls up his jeans, his ass disappearing behind the fabric.

“Stay there,” he tells me.

Garrett has cleaned me up enough times for me to know that is what he’s doing. My eyes drift shut, my body spent. I barely flinch when he comes back with a wet cloth. I let him take care of me, listening as he washes his hands, then comes back to stand over me.

The coldness of the antiseptic spray makes me gasp. He’s cleaning the tattoo again. I hold my tongue as he finishes and then covers the tattoo. My voice still doesn’t come back as he helps me sit up and guides me off the bed, but I stay leaning against it. He leaves my bra but helps me into my T-shirt.

Why whenever I come to Blackhawk Ink, do I end up braless?

“You good?” he asks once I’m covered.

Again I nod, afraid to speak in case I say the wrong thing. I’m feeling things I shouldn’t be right now. It’s scaring me. This wasn’t what I intended when I left my old life behind. Garrett isn’t a safe space, he’s surly and rude and he can be a complete asshole when he wants to be.

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