“You’re sweating,” Vinnie observed from the couch. “A lot.”
“Hot in here.”
“It’s like sixty-eight degrees.”
“I run warm.”
Marco glanced over. Did a double take. His eyebrows climbed toward his hairline.
“Uh. You need a minute, buddy?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure? Because it looks like you’re...”
“I said I’mfine.”
I was not fine. I was so far from fine I couldn’t even see fine from here. Above me, Riley moaned, barely a sound, more like a breath, and my hips twitched involuntarily.
Dom paused the tattoo gun. Looked at me, looked at the extremely obvious tent in my jeans, then looked back at my face.
“Not gonna ask,” Dom said flatly. “Not my business. Whatever’s happening right now, I don’t want to know. But can you stay still for another thirty seconds?”
“Trying.”
“Try harder.”
The pleasure built through the bond. I gripped the edges of the chair so hard the leather creaked. I was panting, trying to control myself, trying not to lose it like a teenager while a man tattooed my thigh.
This was humiliating. This was torture. This was the universe punishing me for every sin I’d ever committed.
Then, through the bond and through the ceiling, I heard her gasp.
“Caelan.”
She said my name when she came.
My name.
I nearly blacked out.
The orgasm hit me secondhand through the bond. Not my own, but hers, and it was still enough to make my vision white out at the edges. I bit down on my tongue hard enough to taste blood, fighting back the groan that wanted to escape, fighting back the release that threatened to spill, forcing myself to keep my expression blank as sweat tickled down my temple from the effort of it fucking all.
“Done,” Dom announced, pulling back. “You can breathe now.”
I actually couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything except lie there, hard and desperate, knowing that Riley just came while thinking about me.
“You need a minute?” Vinnie asked. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“Or die,” Marco added helpfully. “You look like you might actually die.”
“I’m fine.” I sat up too fast, my head spinning. “What do I owe you?”
Dom named a price. I pulled out my wallet and handed him twice that amount.
“Keep the change,” I said, already moving toward the door. “Thank you for your discretion.”
“What discretion?” Marco called after me. “We’re definitely telling everyone about this.”
