Apprehension coils through me.What if I’m asking too much of him?
I clear my throat and rub my lips against his sternum, enjoying the clenching of his muscles as my lip ring scratches his naked flesh.
“We have to walk out the front door in twenty minutes or we’ll be late,” I say.
He opens his mouth to respond, but my computer makes an ugly sound.
“Is that from jerkface hater dude?”Sebastian asks.
I nod and roll off him.He grumbles and throws an arm over his face.
Despite his annoyance, Sebastian stands behind my chair by the time I open the email.Fury wafts off him as he reads the death threats over my head.
I check the location and stiffen.He sent the email from the internet café in the building next door.I know this because I marked it in the program I snuck onto his device.He’s closer than ever before.
I clear my throat and text Peter a warning before turning to Sebastian.
“It’s probably a coincidence, but I’m not taking chances.He’s been to several places with free Wi-Fi around here, so it’s possible he has no idea he’s close to me, but I’m not a martyr.”
“What does he want anyway?Why is he so mad?”
“Because I’m good at what I do.He’s not the only one who hates my online persona, but my personal information is safe.Let’s just go before we’re late,” I sigh and turn off my screen.
I don’t want to argue this morning.My body hurts from my fall yesterday, and even though my heart feels lighter than ever before, the unexpectedly heavy sleep makes me feel off-kilter.
Sebastian senses my mood and kisses my temple before ushering me into the bathroom.I complete my truncated hygiene routine and vacate the bathroom so he can take care of his business while I change.When he emerges dressed in jeans and a black tee, heat blooms in my core, and I curl my socked feet into the rug.
His smirk says he knows exactly what effect he has on me.
My revenge is sweet.He dips hungry eyes to my breasts as I adjust my jacket.
I’m not wearing a bra, and the loose sweatpants and boring cotton panties are on purpose, too.
We walk all the way to the tattoo parlor in silence.When I push open the door and gesture him inside, he gives me an inquisitive glance.I introduce him to my mentor as my boyfriend and ask if he can tag along just for today.He agrees in his normal laidback manner.
Near the end of the morning, Sebastian pulls me into his lap and growls into my ear.
“You’re hot as fuck when you hyper-fixate.It doesn’t matter whether you’re in front of the computer, driving an extended SUV, stroking my cock, or learning how to tattoo; you’re sexier than hell when you put all your focus on one thing.”
“What if all my focus is on me?”I ask.
He squeezes my thigh and grinds his massive cock against my ass.My feet dangle almost a full foot off the ground even though he sits in the leather chair in the corner of the room for the waiting friend or family member of the person being tattooed.
“Are you offering an exclusive show?”he rumbles.
The hunger in his voice throbs low in my belly.
“Of a sort.I’ve only ever done this with one other person,” I admit.
He stiffens in jealous anger.
“Who?”he snarls.
As if on cue, my piercing mentor strides through the door.Already wearing sterile gloves and carrying a clean piercing kit, she rolls it out on the counter I sanitized a few minutes ago and turns to greet us.
After introductions, she asks if I’m ready.I say yes and close the door.
Nervousness jitters up my spine.
