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“Only ever for me.” I close my mouth over hers, sealing the deal before she realizes what she actually just said.

It’s best she gets used to it now, because I don’t share.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

SUTTON

What a workday that was.

I had sex with my boss and left with pierced nipples.

I won’t deny that ever since I’ve seen Ink topless that I didn’t picture what he would look like naked.

Because I did.

A lot.

And never in a million years did I expect him to be pierced.

I honestly thought that was something guys did in books, not real life.

I’ve only been with one man before Ink, so I guess I can’t say I would know that for sure. I don’t know how I pictured my first time with Ink. I’m not sure if I ever really did. My fantasies of what he would look like naked always seemed to stop there. Maybe part of me assumed it would never really get this far.

All that ink on display, just begging for me to trace it, made my brain short circuit and before I knew what I was doing, he was already naked. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined us lying in bed late at night with me lazily tracing every tattoo outline with my finger.

But that’s all it ever was.

A fantasy.

“Uh oh. I know that fucking look when I see it,” Evan greets me as I walk in the back door.

Shutting the door, I lean back against it with a sigh, giving Evan a wide-eyed look that says, you don’t even know the half of it.

Hades runs up to greet me, nudges my hand with his head, and demands the scratches he thinks he’s owed, which I happily provide.

“I’m making drinks. Go change and then you’re spilling everything.”

I nod my head as I push off the door and head upstairs to do just that.

After we were done, I was scared to leave his room for fear of running into Tommy or Gage. There’s no way they wouldn’t have heard anything, and I wasn’t prepared to face them immediately after, but they were nowhere in sight. Ink dropped me off back at Evan’s, claiming he had shit to do and would catch up with me later.

I imagine most girls would be upset, but I wasn’t. I had just had the best sex of my life with my boss at work, nonetheless. I needed a dang minute to process all of this.

Throwing Ink’s shirt back on and a pair of sweats, I head back downstairs, not missing that there’s still a faint scent of him left on the tee. It’s not as strong as it was when I first took it. I bet I can swipe another one without him noticing. Well, maybe for a night at this rate.

Evan doesn’t miss what I have on based on the “Mhm” she let out with a grin on her face as I join her on the couch.

“What?” I ask, taking the drink she has outstretched and sitting down next to her, tucking my feet under my butt as I settle in.

“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know damn well what.”

“Where do you want me to start?” Because I honestly don’t know if I fully know how I got here.

“How about start with where your ‘I just got well and truly fucked’ look came from.”

My face feels like it’s on fire as I avert my gaze, unable to look her in the eye as I tell her what happened. “Ink and I had sex.”