Page 1 of Shameless for the Holidays

Chapter 1

Brady

Her slender hipssway to the heavy beat of the Arctic Monkeys pulsing through the speakers as she glides closer.

“Gonna get naked for you,” she purrs, her shirt already hanging off her shoulder.

What?

“You only need to open your top and lower your bra.” I suppose I shouldn’t discourage her.

She licks her lips and unfastens the clip in her hair, sending blond waves tumbling forward. But when she shakes it loose around her shoulders, a wave of industrial-strength perfume hits my nostrils. I try not to wince, but the scent is nauseating.

Focus, Brady. Hot girl taking off her clothes. Eyes on the prize.

I glance around, wondering how long it will take for the guys to notice she’s stripping out of her clothes like a pole dancer on a Saturday night. This girl is hot, so it’s not like I’m complaining.

Might as well go out with a bang.

Her fingers start the slow descent as she unbuttons her silky shirt, but then pause between her cleavage. “Kim Kardashian has the same outfit. She wore it the other day when she and Kanye dropped off little North West at...”

Annndright there, my interest plummets.

Of course, my last night working here and I get Malibu Barbie. I’m half-wondering when she’s going to break out her phone for a selfie.

Yanking on my gloves, I watch her unstrap the twins as my irritation builds.

“We can pull the curtain closed.” I motion behind her to the partition I should’ve grabbed on the way in, but she shrugs with a grin and drops her bra.

Okay then.

When she slides into my chair, I lower the back so she’s reclining. I have to hold back a laugh when she thrusts her chest out.

I don’t know why I think this is funny.

Because you’re an asshole.

“So, Chastity—” Yes, her name is Chastity. It’s always the ones with the wholesome names. “You want these piercings horizontal, correct?” I make the motion across in case she doesn’t know which direction I’m talking about.

She nods and bats her eyelashes at me before she grabs her tits and pinches her nipples. “Do you want me to hold them up for you?”

I almost choke on my gum. “No, that’s okay.”

A flash of disappointment crosses her face, and I force a smile to counteract my fuck-off vibe. I don’t mean to be a jerk. I’m just exhausted. Working seventy hours a week landscaping while I moonlight here at the tattoo parlor will do that. So I try to reassure her. “You have ideal breasts for piercings.” Her eyes brighten, and she smiles back.

It’s true, though. Her nipples are high and distended. Maybe a tad long if you ask me. Not likeNational Geographictits or anything. Just a little pouty.

Like someone’s been sucking on them.

My dick finally rears up like someone rang a dinner bell.

But then Chastity opens her mouth. “My sorority sisters dared me to do this. I couldn’t say no.”

That’s a terrible reason. I just nod. It’s none of my business. But it’s enough to make my cock tap out. He should be interested. I haven’t been with anyone in a while, not even Gwen. But seeing Gwen takes time, time I don’t have.

“Just relax. I’m marking the skin first,” I explain.

Chastity takes a deep breath, but when I touch her breast, she lets out a little moan.

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