Forever Ink: Excerpt #1

Forever Ink

Montgomery Ink Book 1.5

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He held back a groan. Best not to think about those hands anywhere on his body when he was at work. Or at home. Or ever.

Fuck. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do tonight either considering he had his second consult with her so she could show him sketches and get a feel for his back. He wanted to actually start the tattoo the night of the gala. His cock hardened at the thought of her. Shit. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Figured you’d get out of it. It’s the Clemhouse Foundation’s annual art gala. This time I think the proceeds go to inner city art programs or something like that. You went last year; I know since I was there too.”

Morgan nodded. He remembered the previous year. He hated events like that. Rich people got dressed up in silks and diamonds and paraded around, showing one another up all in the pretense of helping the less fortunate. He much preferred to donate directly to the cause and even roll up his sleeves and help out, even though his mother felt working with one’s hands was beneath their social class. He’d helped build homes, cleaned up parks, and did other manual labor.

Going to a gala so people could stare at him and wonder when he’d finally take a wife and create an heir for his vast fortune wasn’t on his top list of things to do.

“No, I’m not going this year.” He’d donated directly to the foundation’s projects already. That way he knew where the money went without having to deal with people. “I have an appointment anyway.”