Page 10 of The Layover

“Where do we stand on that licking you clean idea?” I asked before I realized what I was saying.

Nick straightened, giving me a better view. “Tony’s cousin is a tattoo artist,” he said.

“It’s amazing.” I was reaching for it, to trace the lines of both ink and muscle, and stopped myself. What was coming over me?

Tony’s hand on mine made my pulse spike, and he nudged me forward to touch. Heat flowed through me when my skin connected with Nick’s, and I followed the contours. Nick’s sharp intake of breath and his follow-up whisper of a groan dipped between my legs and made my vagina clench in anticipation.

Nick nodded behind me. “If you think this is amazing, you need to see Tony’s. He’s one of her favorite canvases.”

I turned to look at Tony, whose mouth was quirked in a smirk. I didn’t care if this made him smug, now I had to know. “May I see?”

Tony took his time unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding it down his arms. Arrogant fucker. But when I saw his back, it was worth it.

“Wow.” It was a dragon, cast in deep blues and reds and intricate, gorgeous detail. It rippled and writhed with his muscle every time he moved.

“You can touch it.” He glanced over his shoulder.

I almost didn’t dare, but temptation won out. I trailed along the lines, not sure where to look first. So many details.

Yeah, if I had the chance, I was going to sleep with these men.

Tony whirled, startling me, and grabbed me, holding my wrist and my gaze tightly. “I think we should skip the champagne and get drunk on you,” he said.

My wince slipped out without my permission. Oops, I meant to use my indoor face.

He raised his brows. “What was that?” He stopped using the I’m going to seduce you tone.

“You’ve gotta stop with the lines.” I’d opened the door for the conversation, might as well walk through it. “I’m standing here thinking about sleeping with you, and then…” I blew a light raspberry.

“What?” He had the grace to look surprised. Good on him. “The American girls love my lines.”

I shook my head. “They love your accent. I love your accent. The cheesy lines? Not so much.”

He huffed a sigh. “I guess you want Nick, in that case. He doesn’t use ridiculous lines.”

I glanced back at Nick. “No?”

“No,” he said.

“What do you do instead?” I half expected him to say stand here and look incredible.

Instead Nick moved closer, brushed the hair off my neck and dipped his head. He moved his hands to my hips, and his breath teased my skin. “I tell you that I’ve never met anyone like you.” The words rolled off his tongue with ease. “That your voice is like raindrops on piano keys and that the faint scent of vanilla on your skin drives me wild. And then,” he trailed his mouth up to my ear, never quite making contact, “I say that I’ve been fantasizing about you since I met you. About burying my face between your legs and licking your cunt until you’re quivering with desire and your cream is pouring over my tongue.”

Nick let go of me and stepped away. “That’s what I do.”

“Fuck me.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud either, but that was the hottest fucking thing anyone had ever said to me.

5

Diego (Nick)

When Lee muttered fuck me, it took the last of my restraint not to bend her over the chair and do exactly that. The words I’d spoken hadn’t been an act. My desire for her had been building since I saw her, swelling each time I got a taste of her attitude, and I still felt her light touch tracing over my ink.

“I believe there was mention of licking away the spilled champagne?” Raul said.

As much as I liked the idea of Lee’s tongue all over my body, I wanted to be the one licking and sucking. “I have a better idea.”

Raul raised an eyebrow.

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