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drive a Merc.”
    “This is my weekend car.” Her fingers traipsed down my arm. “What can I say? I have a thing for hot rods.”
    And I just happen to have the one for her.
    It fucking thumped in my jeans.
    Dragging myself away from the imminent girl plus car-gasm, I walked back to the counter and ignored the ancient black bakelight phone ringing at the far end.
    “So, what can I do you for, Sin?”
    And how soon can I do you?
    “Sadie told me where you work.”
    Of course she did.
    I made no comment.
    Sin glided across the floor as I heard Trixxie get on the horn in the room next door, answering the call I’d tuned out.
    “I think I want some ink.” Sin stood right in front of me.
    “What did you have in mind?”
    “I’m not sure yet. Can I see some examples?”
    We-elll , there were photos all over the walls, but I just so happened to have some living art to show her.
    “Sure.” I whipped off my shirt.
    I wasn’t a small boy. I was a badass man. The muscles came from daily workouts. The height—a mere six foot two that put Sin half a foot under me—matched my framework. The tats? They detailed memories, moments, people . . . my life.
    Sin sucked in a breath and her eyes grew wide. Her touch on my chest fizzled through my skin, but I stood stock-still.
    I remained silent except for a low grunt when she tugged on one of the nipple barbells.
    “You weren’t kidding about the piercings.” Her warm gust of breath hit my skin, causing havoc to my willpower.
    “I might be an asshole sometimes, but I never lie.”
    She licked me, right across one of the barbells, right there in the middle of the shop.
    My hand flew into her hair, and I pulled her back. “Unless you wanna get your pussy reamed across the counter right now, you better stand down.”
    She moved back so suddenly she almost knocked over one of the boxes on the counter.
    I shuddered all over, lifting half-mast eyes to her. “I’m not about to mar your perfect skin. Tattoos are off the table.”
    She was gorgeous. Untouched. Peaches and cream and obviously protected from the hot South Carolina sun.
    And she looked sooo damn good as she was, glaring at me.
    “I don’t take no for an answer.” Her leg slid from the slit of her sarong as she cocked her hip and curled her lips.
    “Too bad, precious. Ain’t gonna happen.” I smirked as I approached her. “And I’m more than happy to say no to you.”
    “Then I’ll just get your colleague to do it.” Her arrogant chin lifted.
    “The fuck you will. You don’t need another damn thing on you.” I set my lips to her ear. “You’re sexy. A stand-out. A walking wet dream.” I licked those lush lips I’d kissed the night before—just a taste. “There is something I wanna do to you though.”
    “What?” she whispered, searching for my lips as I pulled away.
    “I’ll pierce your nipples.”
    Her mermaid eyes flicked to mine then down to my nipples. “Like yours?”
    “Oh, no. Although I’m sure you’d like that.” Lifting my hands to my chest, I tugged on the two barbells and twisted them.
    Hot flames of arousal coursed through me.
    Sin moaned through parted lips.
    I’d been hard before, but now my cock suddenly broke new levels of stiffness.
    My voice dropped, and I skimmed a hand down the clenching ridged muscles of my abdomen. “It can make your nipples ultra sensitive.”
    Her gaze drifted lower, following the path of my hand. “I can see that.”
    Leaning forward, I whispered against her ear. “For you I’d do hoops. Pretty little ones for what I bet are your pretty little nipples. Hoops I can attach things to, charms . . . ” And weights. And delicate chains . . .
    Oh hell yeah.
    Sin licked her bombshell lips.
    I set my teeth lightly on her earlobe then bit down with firmer pressure until she moaned.
    Drawing back, I observed her with a lazy smile. She practically trembled, and it was an insane turn-on seeing her lose her control.
    “Unless you’re too much of a good