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reached the window, she ordered two burritos and two waters, and they found a spot along the curb to sit. He was so captivated by her legs—they were powerful looking, like a runner’s or a dancer’s—and he couldn’t stop staring when she stretched them out into the street. He wondered how flexible they were, how much they quivered when...
    Don’t even finish the thought. His erection twitched and he tried to adjust himself without touching the front of his jeans. “Fuck,” Wes muttered as he bit into the burrito, shaking his head.
    “Huh?” Lana set her plate aside and brushed her hands together as a manner of cleaning them before she took a sip of water.
    “I can pay you back,” Wes offered, and he started to yank his wallet from his pocket, but she grabbed his wrist, and they both froze, gazes locked. Firm grip. And he liked her touching him, that was for sure.
    “Don’t worry about it.” Lana licked her lips before she smiled, her fingers stroking up his forearm. When she reached his elbow, she twisted his arm to examine the jumbled, intertwining tattoos cloaking his skin. Most were meaningful, but some were from hiding his intoxication really well in the tattoo chair, and others were less special and mostly just to fill in blank space. “How many do you have total on your arm?”
    “I stopped counting after the twelve biggest ones,” he said proudly as she stared in awe. “It might be like twenty-five or something. There are a few tiny ones. I have some infinity symbols, some good luck charm stuff ‘cause I’m really superstitious when I’m surfing in contests…”
    “How long did it take to cover completely?”
    “Three years. It’s surf or die for me, so I picked up the pace when I realized there was no fucking way I was going into an office every day. And this pretty much guarantees it.” After licking excess sauce from the burrito off his fingers, he pointed to the image of a topless Jessica Rabbit with a mermaid tail matching her signature red dress etched on his hand; the top half of her body, bare breasts and all, was displayed just below his fingers. No matter how long his sleeves, it would always be visible.
    So, no Every Man paycheck.
    Lana was clutching his hand in both of hers now, staring down at the intricacies of the tattoo design—the coiffed red hair and exaggerated curvatures of her body—and tracing a soft outline with her thumbs. She drew her fingertips across the top of his hand with such slow, gentle strokes that the touch triggered the heightening of his arousal. Okay, he was wrong; maybe her touching him was a bad idea. Now, it felt too sensual for what he was thinking. Wes flicked his eyes over to her chest and down her legs again. Lana, too, had the kind of body that should’ve been immortalized in ink.
    “What is the fascination with her?” Lana asked with an eye roll. “No one would actually look like that in real life, you know.”
    Wes shrugged and grinned. “It’s the idea of her I like. Any chick who is that hot—not-even- on- the-scale hot, like you—and who marries a guy who’s a soft three, and a major pussy, is really endearing.”
    Lana threw her head back and laughed. “Wes…there’s no way you need to be worried about something like that.”
    He held a grin at the compliment. “I know, but it gives hope to all the guys who don’t look like me.” He was dead serious but he winked. “And that makes her awesome.”
    Lana beamed. “So, you think I’m Jessica Rabbit hot?”
    “I think you think you’re Jessica Rabbit hot,” he teased.
    “Oh…haha.” She pushed out a smile with her next eye roll. “So, is this one your favorite? Your ode to women who like ugly guys?”
    Wes chuckled. “Nope.” Gripping his collar, he turned his back to her and pulled his shirt up over his head. His goal had always been just the single arm of tattoos, but each one he added only spurred his need to keep spreading it out just a little more to his chest