She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.
Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate
job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with
the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked
biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on.
She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash.
Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative
appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen
up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public
place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need
and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.
Excerpt:
Longing,
and something else, played across her sweet features. His shaft stiffened in
response. His balls began to hurt. When she didn’t say anything, Dante wasn’t
certain he should. She might shut down and take off. At last, he murmured,
“What?”
Lauren
sucked her lower lip.
Adorable
didn’t begin to describe how she looked. He wondered if she was going to ask
him out. If that’s what Jasmina had been alluding to. Dante smiled inwardly at
the thought.
Lauren
cleared her throat. “I…” She didn’t continue.
Feeling
playful, he smiled. “You what?”
“Don’t
know how to say this,” she mumbled.
Her
uncertainty shifted something within Dante. He had an overwhelming urge to
protect Lauren, hold her close, tell her everything would be all right. Hell,
he was onboard with whatever she wanted. Not that his sentimental feelings made
him any less mischievous. “Want me to help?”
Lauren
gave him an odd look then frowned.
He
hadn’t expected that. Usually he was damn good at reading women. Not tonight.
“Just say what you want to say,” he coaxed then softened his voice even more.
“I’ll listen.”
She
looked doubtful.
“Come
on.” He smiled.
Her
attention moved to his mouth. Color stained her cheeks and throat. She
swallowed then blurted, “I don’t want you dating any of our customers.”
It
was a moment before Dante understood what she’d said. His grin felt stupid. He
killed it. “Excuse me?”
Lauren
backed away then moved forward as though reconsidering her retreat. “You’re
getting too friendly with the clients. The female ones,” she added quickly.
“There’s too much horsing around. All that laughing and those giggles.” She
rolled her eyes. “None of them are dressed. Good god, this isn’t a brothel,
it’s a legitimate business.”
Her
delicate nostrils flared with her harsh breathing. The ends of her hair seemed
even blonder against her reddened cheeks. She parted her lips as though she had
something else to tell him.
“Go
on,” he said quietly.
Lauren
hesitated at his mild tone then squared her shoulders. Dante doubted she knew
how that thrust out her chest. If her nipples got any harder, they’d poke
through her stretchy top, possibly killing him with desire.
“I
don’t want a lawsuit,” she said. “So your female clients have to stay dressed.”
“While
I ink them through their clothes.”
“Of
course not.” She glared. “You uncover the part, and only the part, that needs
to be inked.”
“What
if that’s their entire body?” He murmured, “Want me to use a blindfold? On me,
not them.”
Her
jaw tightened. “You know what I mean. No one’s come in here yet wanting a full
body tat. If a guy does, you can ink him from the top of his head to the tips
of his toes with my blessing.”
“Lucky
me.”
She
narrowed her eyes. “I own the place now, so I have to do what’s right for it.”
“And
that would be?”
“What
I’ve already said.” She lifted her chin. “You can’t have naked women in your
station. You can’t date any of them. Ever.”
“Uh-huh.”
She sounded really jealous. That encouraged Dante to move closer.
Lauren
froze for a moment then stepped back. Dante followed. Surprise, and what seemed
to be irrepressible yearning, passed over her face. Her ass and shoulders hit
the wall. She glanced over to it then back at him.
Dante
planted one hand on the wall next to her head. He leaned close enough to smell
her perfume and the shampoo she’d used. Peaches, he thought. A light female
scent that did indescribable things to him. “You don’t want me screwing any of
the customers after hours, is that it?”
She
stared at his mouth. “Uh-huh. It’s the new policy.”
“I
see.” He edged a bit closer, driven to kiss her beauty mark, to run his tongue
over her lips. His pulse pounded with desire. His body tensed with need. “Then
who exactly would you like me to fuck?”
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