Page 8 of Inked Heart

I can feel his hard length through his jeans. The skirt I am wearing today is hiked up to my thighs, as his hands find my ass. He grips me and my panties are practically useless.

He flinches when I touch his chest and quickly I realize I’ve grabbed his tattoo.

“Shit! I’m sorry El.”

“No worries, Angel.” His voice is gruff and does things to me.

I moan as he rolls his hips, with his cock grinding against my clit. He takes my mouth to eat my moan. I cum without the skin to skin contact and it surprises me. He pulls back from the kiss and I rest my head on his shoulder as he rubs my back in slow circles. I am mortified when my stomach growls loudly.

“Let’s go and get you fed, baby. What sounds good?” He asks.

“What about you? I thought you would want to fuck me.” I whimper. What the fuck is wrong with me. I am not anyone, who would normally whimper.

“We will talk about that later. Our baby needs nourishment.” Again, this man makes me swoon. I smile and kiss him again.

“Pizza. Let’s go to Papa Joe’s. It’s down a few storefronts.” I say, deciding on what to eat. Pizza has been one of the only foods that has remained kind to me. Pizza and apples.

“Pizza it is. How much for the tattoo?” He asks reaching for his wallet.

“On the house.” I reply because there is no way I could charge him for such a sweet tattoo. If I wasn’t pregnant, I’d probably do something hokey, like get a matching one. When I look back at him, he has already put his shirt back on. What a shame. I grab my purse off the hook by the door. When he grabs my hand and leads me out into the reception area, I notice the phone is ringing off the hook. It’s after hours, but it reminds me that it does this all-day long.

“Damn, we need a reliable receptionist. Jazzy never comes in on time or stays the whole day.”

“No pressure or anything, but my sister is looking for a job. She won’t work for me.”

“Send her in. Miles does all the hiring.”

“That would be good. I’ll have her come in tomorrow.”

“What’s her name? I’m off tomorrow, so I’ll leave him a note.”

“Carrie-Ann.”

“Perfect.” I say as I finish the note. I shut the lights off and we head out to Papa Joe’s.

Anchovies are calling my name.

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