The mental image of taking photos of Giselle while on her knees, sucking me off, strands of that glossy hair of hers wrapped around my fist, fill my brain, making all of the blood in my body rush south rapidly.
I just know she’d look so fucking pretty with her full lips stretched wide to take me down her sweet little throat.
She’d look really fucking pretty taking me from behind too, her apple shaped arse bouncing off my hips as I make her work for it, work for me to fuck her like she needs it, work for my cum—
A sharpthwackon my upper arm startles my thoughts from being in the gutter.
“It’s never going to happen.”
I can feel the weighted stare of Freya burning into the side of my face, probably in confusion as to what the fuck is going on right now, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Giselle.
“But you’ve thought about it,” I say, doing what I do best – take a risk – and hoping for the pay off.
Her chest rises unsteadily, the beauty mark under Giselle’s eye twitching, her mouth opening and then closing, before opening again. “Shut up, Hudson.”
I can’t hide my smirk, nor the smile that threatens to overtake my face. I can’t help it. When I’m around Giselle my lips seem to have a mind of their own.
She wants me I know it. I can practically taste it.
Good.
Because I want her.
“Have you or haven’t you, Giselle?”
This time she’s quicker to answer. “I haven’t.”
She’s lying. I can tell. Her eye is twitching again, her thumb spinning the simple gold band round and round her middle finger.
I shrug, taking a swig of my sweet tea.
I don’t miss the way she follows the bob of my throat as I swallow.
“If you say so.”
Chapter 8
Giselle
Hudson knows I’m lying. It’s written all over the smirk dancing about his lips.
Shit.
It doesn’t help that my heart won’t stop racing with pure excitement, like I’m little girl on Christmas morning all over again.
Heavy footsteps sound across the wood flooring, followed by a gruff voice.
“You’re early, H.”
I watch as Charlie, the man whose about to tattoo me, pats Hudson on the back in a friendly manner.
“I came to support a friend.” Hudson grins, all boyish charm. I hate myself for wanting to smack the look off his face with my lips.
“I’m going to take a wild stab in the dark and guess you two know each other then?” Charlie wags his finger between Hudson and me.
“We work together, don’t we, Giselle?” Hudson takes another sip of whatever is in his mug. Maybe it’s tea, maybe it’s vodka. Either way, I know which one I would rather be throwing back like a shot right about now.
“You found a new place, then?”
