His gaze moves to the barbell through my nipple, his teeth scraping over his bottom lip. “I’m going to suck on that.” Holy shit, yes. “Promise?” I ask gruffly. “Absolutely.” I run a hand up over my pecs, the metal scraping lightly against my palm. “You don’t mind the tatts?” He laughs. “No, Jin. I’m going to suck on those too.” “You’re making a lot of promises.” “I intend to fulfill any that you want.”
