His mouth moves up to mine, and I grab the back of his neck, bringing his mouth down to mine. There’s no softness, and he pushes one finger in while still massaging my clit.
He groans, a deep, desperate sound. “You’re soaked.”
I pull him back down to kiss him more because I’m almost there. I’m so close. “Another.”
Foster pushes a second finger inside me, using his knowledge from when he went down on me to angle them perfectly.
I lock my hand on his wrist, taking no chance that he’ll stop. And I come explosively fast—my entire body tenses, my pussy clenching, my torso jolting. All I see is black and stars until it washes over and out of me.
I open my eyes to find him staring at me.
He slips his hand out of my pants, and I’m about to tell him to lick me off his fingers, but he does it anyway. I’ve never been more ready for round two so fast.
Chapter
Forty-Three
Foster
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“So you’re coming in too?” Callie’s head tilts as we approach the hotel.
It’s my day off, and I figure why not go with Callie to this podcast appointment? This is the third one I’ve arranged for her, and I wouldn’t mind seeing how it all comes together.
I had her text Lex the address to meet us here, but I’ve been keeping who the guest is, or guests as it were, a surprise.
“Yeah,” I say.
“You’re not just walking with me here?”
One thing I’ve learned about Callie is that she asks a lot of questions when she doesn’t know what’s going on.
“Yes. Now don’t make me ruin the surprise.”
The doorman for the hotel holds the door open for us, and I wave her in first.
We head to the venue area. I follow the signs to go where I was instructed. There’s security outside the room, but I give them my name, and they check their list.
Lex comes up next to Callie. “Hey, this is weird. What are we doing here?”
“Hey, Lex.” I nod to her. “She’s with us too.”
The guy nods and tells us to follow a woman who he waves over. She leads us into the event space that has been set up for the show.
“Holy shit, you got us into Iron Ink?” Lex’s voice is loud but impressed. “I love this show.”
We’re kept offstage, and I watch Frankie Owens walk around the set, checking out the tattoos the contestants did, pointing out what’s good and what needs improvement. She’s a little cutthroat compared to her husband, Jax. He usually offers friendly tips and is always more complimentary than judgmental.
Jax notices me standing behind the cameras and gives me a little nod.
“Do you know him?” Callie asks in a low voice, so we don’t get in trouble.
“He’s your guest. And so is his wife.”
Her mouth falls open. This is why I wanted to be here with her. Because I knew she’d be impressed, and part of me wanted to see her reaction.
I grin at her. “I don’t let just anyone ink me.”
