“It shouldn’t hurt too bad.” Leo promised, sitting forward on a leather couch against the wall. “But you can squeeze my hand if it helps.”
“Thanks…” Kiera frowned. “I think I just… need a minute, maybe.”
Dom barely contained her eye roll from the corner of the room, and I barely contained my urge to punch her.
But then, an idea hit me. I stepped forward, placing my hands on Kiera’s shoulders. “Want me to go first, Bunny?”
“We’re not here for you to add to your collection.” Dom grumbled.
“I just think that maybe if someone else goes first, it’ll help with her nerves.” I glared at Dom before sweetening my gaze for Kiera. “What do you think?”
“Please,” she sighed, retreating to Leo on the couch. “Thank you.”
While Kiera got settled in, C.J. smirked up at me from her stool. “Cute. But I’m adding this to your bill for sure.”
“I’d expect nothing less,” I winked before pacing over to her computer station.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, reaching for the flash binder.
But I halted her with a wave, pulling my phone out of my pocket. “I was actually thinking something custom might be a better fit.”
“This better not take long,” Dom grumbled under her breath.
Ignoring her attitude, I looked down at C.J. on her stool. “I was thinking inner lip? Whatever size will look best.
C.J. nodded as she looked over the image on my phone. “I can make that work. Send it to me?”
“You’ve got it, boss.” I did as she asked before hopping up into the seat and letting her get to work. As she cleaned up some of the blurry edges on her drawing pad, Kiera eyed me skeptically. “What are you putting on your lip?”
“Something tasty,” I winked. But before Kiera could press further, C.J. was wheeling over to me with the finished stencil.
“Think you can stay quiet long enough for me to do my job?” she needled.
“Only if you’re gentle with me,” I teased before pulling down my lip and letting her get to work.
I hadn’t anticipated how many paper towels would be involved in the operation, or the fact that maybe it would hamper the intended sexiness of my stunt’s execution.
But it was all about sticking the landing. And I knew for a fact that Kiera was going to lose her mind when she saw it.
“Alright,” C.J. announced, as she set down the needle. “You’re all done.”
Dom was still sulking in the corner, but Kiera was sitting straight up, her knuckles white against Leo’s knee. “Do we get to see it now?”
Smirking, I pulled down my lip again for her to see. And the gasp she let out was like music to my ears.
“Spencer!” She shot up, shock written all over her face. “Is that my fucking name?”
I laughed, letting go of my lip so I could talk. “Your signature, actually?”
“How—?”
“I snagged it from a photo of one of your sketches. Do you like it?”
“Yes, but I mean — are you crazy? Why would you do that?”
I shrugged, hopping down from the seat and sauntering toward her. “So I can always taste you.”
I pulled her closer and pressed my lips to hers, not minding the sting of my freshly tattooed lip.
