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  I clear my throat. If she only knew. Talk about drama. “Don’t apologize.”

  She looks at me and my chest pulses when I’m drawn into her captivating blue eyes. My mouth turns up on one end. Her hair looks insane, sticking up in every direction and the T-shirt she surely picked up off the floor to put on is inside out. She smiles back at me sweetly and has no idea how adorable she is. I set my coffee mug down on her countertop alongside her cell phone and close the gap between us. I have a few options. I can be honest and tell her who my ex is even though it might hurt her. I can go home and not come back, consider this a one time deal and ghost her even though it might hurt her. Or I can push Brandy and her bullshit out of my mind and remain in this bubble with Monica for a little while longer.

  I put my hands on her waist and she smiles behind her mug as I tug her body against mine. My pelvis meets hers and the little squeak she lets out makes me hard again. “When do the kids come home?”

  Before she answers I slide one hand into her panties and feel she’s already wet for me. “Next Friday,” she breathes. A week. Can I steal an entire week from her? I don’t know anything about her life.

  “What about work?” I ask. I don’t know if she has a job to go to, a Bible study to attend or a plane to catch. All I know is, my finals are over and school is out. I’m officially done and I’m skipping the graduation ceremony. All I have to do now is keep putting in applications to hopefully get my first classroom in August. I have a much needed break laid out for myself this summer starting today and if I can spend it fucking Monica I will.

  “I took the week off work,” she breathes as I stroke her clit.

  “Do you have any plans?”

  I look into her eyes while I slide two fingers through her slickness, hooking the tip of my middle finger inside her. Monica gasps and shakes her head no. Something sinful consumes me and I withdraw my hand from her panties. I keep her focus as I suck my fingers clean of her sweetness. Her jaw goes slack. I grip her by the back of the neck and crush her lips to mine so she can taste herself. We moan in unison as my tongue invades her mouth. God I love the sounds she makes. Monica’s fingers thread through my hair and I remember how quickly she asked me to go down on her last night. I remember just how wild Monica became as the night wore on. I think of Brandy for a split second and how boring she’d been in bed then quickly pluck her presence from my mind.

  I press a quick last kiss to Monica’s lips and she whimpers when I leave her mouth. But as I lower to my knees before her, she hums. It’s the kind of delighted noise you’d expect to hear when someone spoons decadent chocolate mousse into their mouth. It’s the auditory signal of her insatiability.

  Tugging her panties to her ankles, I waste no time spreading her pussy so I can dive right in. My tongue swipes the tender apex of her thighs and her hands claim my head instantly. I smile against her, licking and sucking with her cries and moans as my orchestral cues.

  “Oh, Logan.” She sighs my name and my dick aches for her.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” I breathe into her sex. “Come on my tongue. I want to taste it.”

  “Put your fingers inside me,” she commands.

  Fuck, yes. I slide two fingers inside and look up at her while I suck her clit. She groans still clutching my head, holding me to her, and I can see her nipples pebbled under her thin t-shirt. As if she can feel my eyes on her, she looks down and we connect on another level. Heat ripples through my body as I watch her watching me pleasure her. My tongue flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves staring up at her gorgeous face. I work my fingers into her rhythmically and never stop lapping at her pink flesh as her hips swivel and twitch. Her cries grow intense and it’s as though I’m already an expert in her body language. She’s so fucking close, I can feel the pulsation telling me she’s nearly there. I push her limits and add a third finger inside her. She lets out a guttural moan, a deep growl as she comes undone. Her legs tremble and for a moment I think I’m going to have to catch her before she crumbles to the floor. My name passes her lips again and I rise to kiss her roughly, pushing her back against the kitchen counter. I can still feel her body shaking, her lip quivers as she kisses me back no doubt tasting her arousal once more.

  “Do…” she speaks in a breath against my mouth but can’t finish her thought at first.

  I pull back and smooth her hair away from her flushed face.

  “Do you…want your prize now?” She asks in between panting breaths.

  I lick my lips, her essence still present, and grin. As a matter of fact, I do want my prize. Whether or not she’ll go for it is another story.

  I pat her ass and wink. “Yeah. You’re gonna have to get dressed though.”

  * * *

  I start to feel nervous when we’re about a block away from the tattoo shop I frequent. She’s been begging me to tell her where we are going and what a drive through town has to do with my prize. I’ve toyed with her long enough and even though I feel confident she’s going to like my spontaneity, there’s a part of me that knows this may backfire.

  Pulling up in a parking space close to the entrance of Fierce Ink, I turn off the car and look over at Monica. She stares at the sign on the door and tilts her head to one side. There’s a whisper of a smile tugging at her lips but I haven’t stopped holding my breath yet. After what feels like hours, she turns and looks at me incredulously. She sighs heavily when I flash a big ‘Surprise! Now please don’t punch me in the face’ smile.

  “Knowing that the thirty-three year old mother of two fantasizes about coffee first thing in the morning isn’t some sort of psychic feat you know?” She gestures to the tattoo shop and breaks a smile. “You’re cute. This…it’s cute. But your so-called prize absolutely cannot be picking some random image off a wall to have permanently drawn on my body if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  She didn’t scream at me. She doesn’t seem pissed. I’m definitely still sitting in the pro column for the time being.

  “You think I’m cute?” I tease.

  Her lips spilt to show her straight teeth but she smothers the beam quickly. Her eyes flick down to her lap as she exhales and I know she’s working up her next words.

  “Look,” I start, saving her from having to speak. “I was trying to give you a little adventure. It was silly. It was a long shot. I just thought…if you wanted to…my privilege would be to get to hold your hand while you get your first tattoo.”

  She doesn’t look up, she just shakes her head. “I don’t even know what I’d get.”

  My brows shoot up. That’s a whole lot better than, ‘take me home, Logan’. I examine her in the passenger seat of my sedan and see her picking at her nails. She’s nervous. Why would she be nervous unless…she’s considering going inside and getting ink.

  “Mmm I think you’re lying,” I retort. That gets her attention. She pins me with her stare but she isn’t angry. “You’ve thought about it before. You have at least a slight idea of what you’d get.”

  My eyes graze over her body and heat fills me. We’d parted ways for about twenty minutes before she met me in the parking lot outside our building. I’d had to run home and change and we both opted to take quick showers too seeing as we’d drenched ourselves in sweat and sex the whole night long. I’ve been so worried about my stupid pseudo adventure plan that I haven’t noticed what she put on until now. I almost want to laugh. I’ve seen her naked longer than I’ve seen her clothed. But damn she’s hot. She’s wearing a long black sundress with a V neckline showing off her perfect tits. Her hair sits on her shoulder in a haphazard braid and my fingers itch to play with it. Her lips have a bit of color to them but she doesn’t look particularly made up. She wouldn’t need a bit of it if she was—she’s naturally stunning. On my personal one through ten scale, she’s my fucking eleven. I push down a little of that enthusiasm and try not to let myself start thinking some of the intense thoughts I had in the middle of the night with her sleeping against my chest.

 
Monica’s mouth opens to speak then she shakes her head slightly before closing it again.

  “Wish I could guess what you’re thinking now,” I say.

  Her lashes flicker and she holds me with soft eyes that make my heartbeat slow. “It’s stupid.”

  “Tell me. If I think it’s stupid I won’t let you get it stamped on your skin forever, okay?”

  Pursed lips draw me in but when I see her tongue slide across her plump bottom lip before her teeth drag across it, I’m enchanted. Every little move she makes sends another electric pulse to my groin and if she’s not careful we won’t be going inside the shop at all due to the massive hard-on she’s trying to give me.

  “I always thought if I got a tattoo it would be something to make me feel sexy.”

  Oh, shit. Okay…dead cats. Mid-term elections. Nuns. Come on, keep it down man, just listen to the woman. “Go on,” I manage.

  She sighs and fiddles with the tail of her braid that brushes her cleavage. “I rarely feel sexy. I have a lot of insecurities about my body—and I had them long before my husband decided to trade me in for a skinny twenty-something with perfectly symmetrical Victoria’s Secret boobs…” She trails off and it takes everything in me not to tell her she’s utterly perfect and Brandy has nothing on her—I would know. “Anyway, I used to think maybe there could be like a permanent way to make me feel the way I do in a sexy bra or something but that’s not a real thing so…like I said, it’s stupid.”

  My brow furrows and I want to tell her hundreds of reasons why she’s sexy and why she’s not stupid but instead I lean forward and bruise her lips with a kiss. Her tongue slips into my mouth first and a little noise creeps from the back of my throat. I pull away despite every nerve ending in my body telling me to find a dark alley to park this car and fuck her into oblivion.

  Her eyes are heavy with lust when she trails one fingertip over my lips and down my throat. “I’m gonna say something…”

  I gulp and nod.

  “I want a tattoo that makes me feel the way I feel when you look at me.”

  I try to hide the way my breath sticks in my chest. I want a tattoo that makes me feel the way I feel when she looks at me too.

  She quickly averts her eyes, bouncing her gaze back to the neon sign in the window of the shop. “But we just met…so why do I feel so strongly about the way you look at me? I don’t want you to think I’m crazy, Logan.”

  I take her by the chin and turn her to look at me. I fortify myself with a deep breath and hold her eyes. “If you’re crazy then I’m crazy too. Because the way I look at you isn’t just because you’re sexy. You’re fucking incredible, Monica. You’re dynamite. And if there’s a tattoo that will make you believe that about yourself, you’ve got to do it. You deserve to look in the mirror and see what I see. It’s unreal.”

  Monica launches herself at me and our tongues tangle like a couple of teenagers desperate for a few minutes of passion before mom and dad come home. My hand can’t help but cup her breast through her soft cotton dress. I’d asked her to let me kiss her last night and she agreed. We kissed for a length of time I couldn’t begin to estimate. It felt fleeting and it felt endless and this kiss is no different. The way my insides reverberate when I kiss her hypnotizes me. Her mouth against mine is life-giving.

  Yeah, I’m crazy too.

  This is crazy.

  She breaks our connection and pants a laugh, pushing her hands over her hair. I clear my throat and shoot her a sheepish sidelong glance. “Do you want to go in there and talk to my guy?”

  Biting her lip, she smirks. “Yeah I do.”

  I pull the keys from the ignition and grin. “Good. I think I have an idea for you.”

  Chapter Five

  Monica

  It’s so beautiful. It took hours and I spent way too much money but I have the most beautiful tattoo. I still can’t believe I did it. I stand in just my panties staring into the mirror hanging on the inside of my closet door. The artist told me to try not to touch it too much but I can’t stop myself from gently skimming my fingers over the design. Just below my breasts I now sport a delicate black tattoo mimicking the underwire of a bustier made of Victorian lace. Logan’s eyes about popped out of his head when I told him I wanted to do a little more than the lace anklet tattoo he suggested. I gaze upon the new addition to my body and I have the feeling I’d hoped I would. I feel undeniably sexy.

  Logan got his prize and held my hand the whole time I was tattooed. I didn’t hurt as bad as I expected but holding his hand was nice nonetheless. He’s sitting on the bed behind me as I take one more moment to admire the skin I’m in, not just the tattoo.

  “Do not pick at it as it heals,” he warns.

  I turn toward him and see he’s leaned back against the pillows of my unmade bed and roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know how to follow directions, Mr. Miller,” I tease.

  His face falls and he presses his lips together in a line with a furrowed brow.

  “What?”

  “I never realized how hot that is.”

  I laugh and saunter toward him. “How hot what is?”

  “Being formally addressed by a half-naked woman.”

  I climb onto my bed and straddle him where he lays. “How about you get me fully naked and then see how you like it.”

  Logan’s hands slide up my thighs, curve over my hips and find my breasts careful not to touch my fresh ink. He trains his gaze on the space between and under my breasts and smiles, no doubt admiring my bold new tattoo.

  There it is again. That look he gives me that I love. I’m addicted to it by now and I know how crazy that sounds. But I also just got a huge tattoo on a whim so I’m starting to think I’m just a little more wild than I ever realized. Before we went to the tattoo shop Logan had all but asked me to spend my kid-free, work-free week with him and I didn’t hesitate telling him I had no plans. Of course, we didn’t mention it further since he soon buried his head between my legs. The thought of spending a week with him thrills me. All the orgasms. But I’m worried about what will happen when the kids come back—when the clock is up on this one week stand.

  Logan thumbs my nipples then plucks at them and I whine, pushing my worries away. He sits up and hooks one arm around my waist to hold me and sucks one pink nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls over the puckered sensitive skin and another whimper falls from my lips. I grip his firm biceps and remind myself that this muscular, young, sexy man is in my bed. He’s licking my tits. He wants in my pussy. He slips a hand into my panties and strokes me as I moan.

  “Fuck, you’re wet,” he says.

  I lick my lips and grind against his hand. “See what you do to me, Mr. Miller?”

  He growls and lifts me off of him. I’m at his mercy and in a few quick motions I’m pantyless and on all fours with Logan firmly pressed against my ass. His hands on my hips yank me back and the tip of his cock nudges my core. Holy shit, he lost his clothes in that tangle of limbs too, I guess. I gasp and my head snaps up. He’s positioned us perfectly on the bed so that when I look up I catch his eyes in the mirror on my closet door. He grins and I watch him reach for a condom on my nightstand, suiting up quickly.

  When he lines his cock up with my anxiously waiting slit, he keeps his eyes on mine in the mirror. I want to close my eyes to revel deeper in that first initial feeling of his hard dick stretching me but I don’t dare break our connection. He thrusts into me and I grunt, gripping the sheets beneath my palms.

  The eroticism of keeping eye contact through the mirror has me bordering on an orgasm quickly. Maybe it’s this position though, one I’ve never had the opportunity to try before now. I wonder for a split second whether I should confess that to Logan later but worry about the conversation that little truth may lead to.

  He must’ve seen my expression change as I drifted into my thoughts. One strong arm wraps across my collarbone and pulls me upright. Logan stays sunk deep within me and straightening my body has his cock hitting all the right pla
ces. Fire kindles low in my belly and pleasure boils to a head within my sex. I want to detonate but I also want to stay on the edge of this cliff forever. His other arm secures my wrists behind my back and I melt into his body as he takes full control. Hot breath warms my cheek as he pants against my ear.

  “Look at yourself,” he whispers.

  I see us in the mirror, my body pinned into this delicious position while he pounds me from behind. He holds me so securely, despite being tormented by my impending orgasm I feel absolutely tranquil. I graze my vision over my own body, from my sweat dampened hairline and my full flushed lips to the new beautiful tattoo beneath my breasts and the soft skin around my navel.

  “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are, Monica,” he pants as his thrusting takes on speed. “Do you see it now? Do you see how sexy you are? How irresistible you are?”

  Pressure builds deep within me and I push back against him, wanting him lost inside my body. I want his words in my ears always, his tongue on my flesh and his body melded with mine. Grinding back even more, the swell of my pleasure driving me, I can’t get enough of him. He takes my cue and plunges deeper. Releasing me from his tight hold, he paws at both of my breasts.

  “Touch yourself, sweetheart. You’re so close I can feel it. I want us to come at the same time. I want to be right there with you when you lose it.”

  His words ripple a chill up the back of my neck and I obey him the moment his lips and tongue capture my earlobe. I drop one hand to the mattress and let the other find my clit. The tingles of my slick flesh and Logan’s cock burying deep in me over and over again conjures my orgasm. I clench around him and cry out, raising my head to lock eyes with him the mirror again.

  “Fuck, Logan,” I scream.

  He falls onto my back, holding my body to his as he pumps into me, groaning as he comes. “Tell me you believe it now,” he huffs against my shoulder before pressing a kiss there.