Page 60 of Scorching Sienna

No.

This one destroys worlds and creates fantasies.

Once again, I find myself staring at him and then blinking rapidly as I tear my gaze away from the addictive view when he looks at me again.

“We are nearly there.” His voice is husky, and I squeeze my jean skirt-clad thighs together as I think about last night and how he had stroked himself to completion in front of me. Damn, I was grateful for my photographic memory right now.

A picture of him looking at me as his big hand encircles his massivedick sends a wave of arousal crashing through me and bursting into flames. I quickly shift my gaze to the window, fearing he might read my mind if he sees the flush on my face.

“Do you like what you see?”

That question he asked me last night as he stroked his perfect, pierced cock while looking me directly in the eye was making my panties slick even now. The veins running under smooth skin, the shiny metal disappearing into purple-pink flesh right on the tip. Did I like what I saw? Yes. The hardest, wettest yes ever.

It should be in a museum somewhere. Along with the rest of his chiseled body. Those V-lines that pointed the way were a piece of exquisite art all on their own. I wanted to run my tongue along those muscles, letting it dip into the groove.

Hot. It’s hot in here.

I open the window, grateful for the gust of air that cools my heated cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Damon's concern tells me he cannot read my mind, and I am glad for this.

“I’m fine,” I squeak, and then repeat it at a more decent decibel.

“We're here.” He puts the car in park and exits his side, giving me only seconds to compose myself before my door opens.

He holds his hand out, which I take. The same hand that had stroked…No. No. Must stop these thoughts before I explode into a million pieces.

Focus, Sienna. Focus.

I look around, only now noticing that we are in front of a house and not at a shop as I expected.

“I thought we were going to a tattoo parlor?” I ask him as he leads me to the front door.

“We are. She runs her business from home. More private.”

The door swings open, and a woman my height, covered in tattoos and sporting some piercings, greets us. Her brown hair is cut into a shaggy, unkept style that suits her well. She must be the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.

“Back again and with a virgin, I see,” the woman introduced to me as Trixy says, her eyes caressing my bare flesh.

“A virgin?” I ask, not sure how she sees that.

“A tattoo virgin, gorgeous.” She takes my hand, pulling me into the house while Damon follows, closing the door behind us.

She lets go of me when we enter her studio.

Two tattoo beds are pushed close to the wall, while a jukebox, arcade Packman game, and a pool table live on the other side of the room. The walls are filled with tattoo pictures, either designs or actual images of people's tattoos. It’s phenomenal. I have never seen work like this. It is like art on the skin.

“So, what’s the verdict? Are you both getting one?” Trixy asks, looking between myself and Damon as she pops a sucker into her mouth. Her red lipstick and lip ring move as she sucks on the sweet, and I look away, the feeling I have when watching her causing a flutter in my stomach.

“I will be going ahead with the design I sent you. Sienna?” Damon redirects the conversation to me.

My first tattoo. Another first with Damon. Not something I would have ever considered doing before meeting him.

“Is it very painful?” I ask, worried I won’t be able to handle it.

I had a high pain threshold. James used to marvel at it. But high enough to endure this?

“Depends which part of your body Damon will be tattooing. I think his design would look amazing just above your pubic area, either on the left or right. People have said it’s quite painful there, though.”

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