Page 49 of Chasing Temptation
I shudder at the thought while he sets up.
“You still want what we talked about?” Zach asks Joe.
“I do,” he states proudly.
Something stirs inside me at the thought of getting to sit and watch Joe get inked.
I’m soon distracted from the thought as a buzzing fills the room and the first scratch of the needle hits me.
“Fuck.”
Zach looks at me from the corner of his eye. The wordsdon’t be a pussyare right on the tip of his tongue, I can practically hear them.
Joe takes my hand and I squeeze it as Zach sets to work.
It stings, but actually it’s not all that bad. It certainly wasn’t painful enough to put me off considering another.
Once I’m wrapped up, we switch places after Joe’s lowered his braces and undone his shirt. My mouth waters at the amount of skin he reveals, my earlier lust hitting me full force.
He lies back like he’s done it a million times, which of course he has.
Zach gets himself ready before hovering his gun over Joe’s left pec.
I watch, completely fascinated as Zach draws on his skin. His hand in the way means I don’t really get to see what he’s creating until he’s finished and Joe sits up.
They both stare at me as I get my first look at the stunning artwork.
“Holy shit,” I screech when it dawns on me what he’s just done. “That’s my name.”
Joe grins while Zach just slaps his shoulder. I’m not sure if he’s telling him he’s an idiot or not, because it’s kind of what I want to do. He’s just had my name permanently tattooed over his heart.
“You like it?”
“I’m in shock and feel slightly bad that I didn’t even consider your name and just got birds.”
He laughs. “There’s always time, babe.”
Once he’s dressed again we say our thanks to Zach, who sets about closing up for the night—or morning—to head home.
Joe still doesn’t order us a taxi and we once again walk. Eventually the Thames appears in front of us. I’m assuming that Joe’s got a destination in mind but at no point do I ask. I just enjoy his company. The tattoo on my wrist burns but I welcome it, a reminder of everything that got me to this point in my life.
We walk along the west bank until Joe heads towards Millennium Bridge and starts to cross.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re nearly there.”
I keep walking, ignoring the aching of my feet and wishing I’d thought to bring some flats.
We’re halfway across when he suddenly stops and turns to me.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the view.”
“You should probably be watching the sunrise over the buildings then,” I say with a laugh, but at no point does he take his eyes from me.
He sucks in a deep breath and swallows.
