“What do you think?” Dex asked a little too quickly.
I stuttered, entranced with the image on the screen. I shouldhave been grateful I didn't reach up to stroke the screen, that wouldhave been horrible. Not that staring was any better.
“Dex has one,” Slim spit out in a laugh.
My gaze stayed forward.“Pardon?” I coughed.
Slim shook his head, grinning wide. “Dex? Am I lying?”
My focus slid over to the man in question. The man in question who had his eyes locked on me, bleeding me out with thefocusof his gaze. And it was with that same confidence, that completeconcentrationthat he shook his head slow, slow, slowly. Grinning just like a man with no shame at all. “You ain’t lyin’.”
A volcano erupted on my face with his answer. I opened my mouth, unable to say anything.Whaaaat?So I did the only thing that could remotely save my honor.
I face-planted the desk.
And then started mumbling, “Way too much information.” They might have been laughing but I was too humiliated by the fact that I’d been ogling a stranger’s penis—and requesting one just like it from Santa—when the man behind me had what I was sitting there admiring. And the man behind me being Dex. If it wouldhave been Blake, Imight havegrimaced but…
“C’mon, Iris, it’s cool,” Slim chuckled, gesturing toward the screen. “You'd be surprised how many guys get them."
He was full of shit and I knew it.
I didn’t bother looking up and settled for closing my eyes, but all I could do then was imagine that big, pierced cock on Dex’s body. Holy moly.
“I can't—I mean—that looks really painful.” I mumbled against the table in a strained whisper that sounded almost like a whine.
No one denied the fact that getting your genitals pierced was painful. Screw that.
"I hope they're worth it."
“You wanna find out?” Dex teased.
What in the hell?
Everything below my neck flushed at his question, but I steered away from it. There was no denying the hint of flirtation in his tone. Then again, I hadn't seen him with any other women since that morning at the auto shop. Though I doubted he was suffering from deprivation, you never know. Maybe he was.
But probably not.
“Babe, go choose a belly button ring,” Dex murmured at the same time fingertips brushed across the back of my neck.
Glancing back at the screen, my bellyfluttered.
Friggin' hell, those pictures weregoing to be burned into the back of my eyelids forever. If I ever got desperate for Spank Bank material, penis piercings were the thing to search for.
“Come on, I hid some of the cool rings we got in the last shipment,” Slim urged.
I sighed, focusing on the gangly redhead instead of the beast on the computer screen. The picture with the monstrous thing. Gah! I needed to pull it together.
~ * ~ *
“If my belly button gets infected or the piercing is crooked, I'm going to give all your appointments to Blue from now on,” I failed epically at joking from the chair in one of the private rooms.
Slim had showed me some of the new navel rings they’d gotten right before I was hired. I settled on a white gold piece—my ears swelled up if I put anything in them that wasn’t gold or hypoallergenic—with a pretty, round, green crystal. To be honest, I was pretty excited to do it since I loved the jewelry.
“You’ll be fine,” he assured me, pulling out the sterilized equipment he’d need from the autoclave. A particularly large and thicker than normal needle made its way into his grip. Slim caught my eyes and grinned. "Needles freak you out?"
I snorted. Yeah right. "Not at all."
"Good."
