Page 27 of Marked By the Possessive Polar Bear
He huffs, and I glance up just in time to see him staring at me with that look—the one that always short-circuits my brain and makes my panties feel optional. Intense. Focused. Like I’m the only thing he sees.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I murmur, dipping the needle again. “It’s very distracting.”
“Look at you like what?”
“Like you’re two seconds from flipping this chair over and tearing my panties to shreds.”
He grins. “That’sexactlywhat I’m thinking.”
I have to pull back my hand as my heart starts pounding. “Okay, I need you to stop talking unless you want this bear paw to come out looking like a mutant crab.”
He chuckles low in his chest, but he stays still this time, his gaze never leaving my face as I finish the outline.
He’s my most distracting client yet, but I manage to get the tattoo finished as the sun sets outside. We stayed after work to get this done, so it’s only the two of us here. Just the way I like it.
Once I’m done, I use a clean paper towel and a gentle cleanser to remove any excess ink, blood, and plasma from his skin, carefully wiping it clean. I check the tattoo one last time for any missed spots, and to make sure I don’t need to do any final touch-ups. All of the lines and shading are complete, which is a surprise since my client has been utterly distracting with those intense blue eyes and big sexy arms.
“All done,” I say as I sit back and take a breath.
Adrian sits up and flexes his arm as he checks it out. The paw prints are crisp and bold, sitting just below the curve of his elbow. His expression softens, and he brushes his fingers over them like he’s touching something sacred.
“I love it. You did good, Vic.Realgood.”
“Another satisfied customer,” I say, grinning.
“Oh no,” he says as he slowly stands up, towering over me. “I’m not satisfied. I’m pretty fucking far from satisfied.”
I suck in a breath, knowing what’s about to happen when I see the fire in those intense blue eyes. We’re alone in the closed shop. There’s no one around for miles. No one to hear me moan.
“What can I do to please you?” I ask in a soft innocent tone. “I always want my customers to be satisfied.”
I run my finger down my lips and into my cleavage like a shameless flirt. “I’ll do anything, Mr. Cross.”
He growls as he watches me bite my bottom lip while I bat my eyelashes at him.
His eyes darken, giving me that possessive look I love so much.
He closes the space between us in two strides and picks me up like I weigh nothing. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his body, pressing my throbbing pussy againsthis hard cock. My eyelids fall closed and a moan escapes my lips. He smells so good. He feels incredible. Ilovebeing close to this man.
“You know what I want,” he growls as he carries me into the back storage room. “You know what will make me satisfied.”
My back hits the wall and ink bottles clatter onto the ground, falling off the shelves all around us. I don’t care about the mess. I’m too focused on the way Adrian’s needy hands feel on my ass as he pins me against the wall.
“Tell me,” I whisper as I kiss his neck, right on the spot that I marked. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Your soft little pussy wrapped around my cock is a good start,” he says as he grinds his erection against my heat. I moan and whimper as my whole body starts to throb. I’m so glad I wore a skirt today.
“Well, you know what they say,” I whisper between moans. “The customer is always right.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, all tongue and teeth and primal need. I reach down and yank out his belt, desperate to unleash his long hard beast. I get his zipper down in record time, reach into his boxer briefs, and pull out his rock hard cock.
I quickly pull my wet panties to the side and he lowers me onto his dick, my wet lips parting easily for him.
We both cry out as I slide down his cock, taking every thick glorious inch.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all damn day,” he says as he thrusts into me, rocking me against the wall. More bottles fall as he plunges in deep, making me cry out, making my toes curl. “It’s torture working next to you. Having to watch that sexy mouth, these jiggling tits, knowing your soft little pussy is right there waiting for me… Fuck, Vic. A man can only take so much.”
I cling to him as he thrusts in and out with a hard, steady rhythm. It feels so good, I can’t talk. I just hold him and enjoy the ride.
