“Hey, Jax?” He places the gun down on the table and turns to face me, his thighs on either side of my legs. “Yes, baby.” “I want one.” “A tattoo?” I nod. Is this going to hurt? “Shit, are you telling me I get to be the first one to ink your pretty virgin skin?” he says with a smirk. “Hey, if you’re not going to take it seriously, I’ll go to another shop and let a guy put his hands—” I lean in, brushing my lips on the shell of his ear. “All. Over. Me.” A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within him. As he pulls me closer, his fingers firmly grip my waist, igniting a surge of desire. “I
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