Page 19 of Ink Wars

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Harry asks.

“Well, I’ve gotta collaborate with Leah to get this deal and that shit might be the death of me. She wants color and that shit just won’t work,” I say, sighing.

He laughs and I shake my head. “You two just need to fuck out the tension. You’ll both have clear heads, and you’ll work better together when you get that out of the way.”

He’s not wrong. I’ve thought about it plenty of times. I just don’t want her thinking it’s more than banging out the tension.

“Yeah well, you know how chicks can get clingy. I’m not dealing with that shit,” I say.

“Good point. Why don’t you come meet me and Waylen at the bar? Have a drink and relax. It’s a chill night here,” he suggests.

I check the time and figure I might as well. My sketch is done, and I definitely need to try to relax.

“I’ll be there soon. Just need to get a few more things done.”

“Cool, I’ll see you later.”

He hangs up and I sit back down for a minute to look over my design. It leads me to wonder if Leah is working on hers. I close my eyes for a minute and imagine her leaning over as she concentrates. I’ve seen it plenty of times and even when she isn’t trying to look sexy, she does. The way her shirt hangs, and her tits are almost clearly in view. It’s a tease that makes me want to rip off what she’s wearing to get a better view.

She’s constantly sucking on her plump bottom lip as she looks over her work. It makes me want to bite it and suck it into my mouth.

I imagine the way her perfect round ass stands out as she bends over the drafting table, making me want to grab on and sink my fingers into the soft skin.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

My dick is rock hard just thinking of her. So just like many times before I free my cock and wrap my hand around it. I stand up and lean my free hand against the wall and picture my enemy as I begin to slide my hand up and down. Her bright brown eyes piercing into mine. My hands wrapped in her silky black hair as I bend her over the drafting table and slam into her wet, greedy pussy.

I tighten my grip on my dick, just like I believe her pussy would squeeze me. My hips begin to move slowly as my hand moves fast. “Fuck, princess,” I groan, fisting my cock harder.

I stroke myself hard and fast, just how I’d fuck her.

My hand on the wall tightens into a fist as I feel myself beginning to shake. I fuck my hand in a desperate need for release and when I find it, I can’t help but say her damn name.

I rest my head against the wall, my dick still free as I close my eyes.

“Fuck,” I groan.

This is going to be harder than I thought, and I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to control myself.

I step out of the shower and quickly dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I need to be at Leah’s in half an hour. I ended up getting drunk last night after I jerked off thinking of her. So I spent a little too long in bed today. After some food, ibuprofen, and a shower I’m feeling great.

After I finish in the bathroom, I walk to my bedroom. This apartment is as edgy and industrial as my shop. Exposed bricks and ductwork, concrete floors, and huge windows. I lucked out with this deal because I rent it from an old couple who have rent control. If it wasn’t for that I would need roommates and I like time to myself.

It’s big for New York standards with two bedrooms and one very large bathroom. It’s a completely open concept. The living room is open to the kitchen and dining area. I don’t have people over often but when I do there’s plenty of room.

Like I said, I lucked out.

After I get ready, I grab my design and head out.

Once I get to her shop, I notice the closed sign but try the door anyway. I smirk when it pulls open. She just wanted to prove a point that the closed sign works.

“Hey,” I shout, as the door closes behind me.

“Be right out,” she calls.

I take a second to look around and really check her place out. I dig on her for it but it’s got a cool fifties vibe going. The bright walls and teal blue couch are cool. Her artwork hangs around and it is colorful. I don’t like color, but there’s one of a pinup model that draws my attention. I move closer and I’ll give her credit it’s badass. The lines are perfect, the colors are bright but bring out her facial features and her body is sexy.

Leah is a damn good artist. It’s a fucking shame she gets under my skin because we probably could make some kickass work together.

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