Page 52 of Saving Me
“I’d like to see him try to pat you down,” he stares in Trent’s direction, and I see Trent chuckling when he notices. “Come with me,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the back. I pass a couple more stations and some private rooms before we enter a back office. It’s spacious, with a massive deskand a comfortable couch against one wall. I see a door leading off to a private bathroom in the corner.
“If this is a bad time, I can leave. Trent made it seem like you were busy.”
“No, I’m between clients, so now is the perfect time. Sorry about Trent. I forgot to tell him you are on the list,” he says, shutting the door behind us.
“The list?” He looks uncomfortable as I wait for him to explain.
“Things got pretty hectic when Travis and I started getting more well-known,” he rubs his hand through his hair, avoiding my eyes. “We’ve always been very professional at work, so when girls started coming in, they would ask for us, and before we knew it, they would be wanting more in the back office instead of wanting a tattoo or worse, get a tattoo just so they could try to seduce us after.”
He glances at my shocked face before looking away. “So we started the list. No one is even allowed in the tattoo sections or my office unless they have an appointment or are on the list. It sets firm boundaries in my workspace, and I quickly show them the door if any appointments get out of hand and they aren’t allowed back. That’s the list you don’t want to be on,” his lips quirk up.
“So, who’s on your list?”
“Family and now you.” His greys meet mine, and I’m flooded with the warm feeling that I’ve come to crave. He invades my space in two steps as I back up and hit the desk.
“I don’t want to be off the list because of wanting more in the back office,” I whisper, putting a hand on his chest to create a barrier, which was a big mistake. The contact sends us both reeling as his eyes darken, and he steps closer.
“You are permanently on the list, so you don’t have to worry about that. I’m breaking all the rules I’ve set with what I’mabout to do, but you are the first one I want to break them for.” His thumb rubs over my bottom lip before his fingers weave into my hair.
Bending down, his lips graze my neck, and I close my eyes as I deeply breathe him in.
“And Lyla?” His breath caresses my ear.
“Yes?” I whisper.
“No one but me gets to permanently mark this beautiful skin. It will only be my art that touches you.”
I nod my head as his tongue swipes my skin.
“I need to hear you say it, little hummingbird.” His teeth lightly nip me, and I bite back a moan.
“Only you,” I manage to get out. “I want only your art on me.”
“Fuck, that does something to me,” he growls seconds before diving in with a kiss that has me desperately clinging to him. His tongue finds mine immediately as we tangle together in a frenzy. You would think it had been days since we last saw each other instead of mere hours.
He lifts me on the desk and settles between my legs. His hands skim my bare thigh before sinking into my ass and bringing me flush against him.
“Oh, God,” I moan when I feel him hard against me.
“You have no idea how bad I want this sweet pussy wrapped around me. We are going to fit so damn good together that you will never doubt that you were made for me.”
His words seep into my soul, branding me.
The heat between my legs grows as he moves me against the front of his pants. When I feel his hand move between my legs, I gasp when his fingers push my panties to the side, and he easily slides two in.
“Jesus Christ. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
He pushes them deeper into me, and I greedily wrap around him.
“I need you to be a good girl and be quiet while I fuck you with my fingers because Iwillmake you cum again. Think you can manage to be quiet?”
“Only if you can, while I touch you.” I quickly undo his pants, and my hand is wrapped around him tightly on my next breath. He’s unleashed something inside of me that’s been missing, and now that I know what it feels like, all I want to do is make him feel the same way he makes me.
“Fuck,” he moans softly. “Here.” He removes his fingers, and I watch, mesmerized, as he coats himself with my arousal.
Replacing my hand, he slides me down his slick skin. “You look good on me, baby. Right where you belong.” He grabs the back of my neck and rests his forehead to mine. “I’m going to try something here. It’s going to be tempting to slide into you, but I’ll be damn if your first time with me is rushed and in my office. Are you okay with getting as close as we can without actually having sex?”
“Right now, I think I would be good with anything you suggest. I trust you.”
