I gave him a bemused look. “You’re free to ornament your body however you’d like. No permission needed.” “Truthfully, I thought it’d be a good reason for you to take my shirt off.” I grinned. Thomas enjoyed saying shocking things to gauge my response. There was no reason I couldn’t match him in that area. “Your deductions might not be as sharp as you think if you believe I lack motivation, Cresswell.” His jaw practically hit the floor. Immensely satisfied, I bent my head, kissing the inked area above his heart. With or without the rose tattoo as a permanent marking, Thomas Cresswell was mine.
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