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I nod, and pick up the tattoo gun. It feels strange in my hand and I’m suddenly grateful I got the tattoo on my left arm, and not the right.
“You’ve got this, baby,” Killian says, gently. “Don’t be nervous. I’m right here, and deep down you know you don’t want anyone else to do this.”
Of course, I don’t want anyone else to do this. This is between us, and there’s no room for anyone else here.
I breathe out, and turn the gun on. Killian wraps his arm around mine and guides it to his chest. I wince slightly as the needle presses on his skin and a drop of blood appears.
“Don’t worry, just clean it and keep going.”
I grab the tissue, clean the blood, and continue. I trace the lines on the sketch, Killian’s hand guiding mine while his other hand rubs circles on my back. I glance at him occasionally, see the gleam of possessiveness in his eyes, and I realize what it means.
There’s no going back.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises gently.
I wipe away more blood. His praise eases me further and pretty soon, I’ve finished half the tattoo, and it looks good. Definitely not the botched job I was expecting.
“Atta girl,” Killian says with a grin.
I blush slightly. “Stop distracting me.”
I continue working even as Killian slips his hand under my tank top and rests against my bare skin. How does he thinkthat’s less distracting? He digs his fingers into my waist, runs the back of them down my arm, plays with the hair slipping out of my bun.
“I’m going to push this needle in too hard if you keep that up,” I warn, my voice shaking. It doesn’t help that I can feel his hardness between my legs. How is this turning him on?
Killian rests his head on the back of the chair, watching me through hooded eyes. My back and legs ache from sitting in this position.
“I have no idea how you and Eve do this every day,” I say. “My back and legs hurt.”
“Well, we’re not straddling our clients, for starters,” Killian replies.
I flick my eyes up to him and find him watching me with an amused smirk.
“You’re the one who told me to get up here,” I defend.
“And I don’t have a single regret.”
I sit back once the tattoo is done and wipe it clean. It looks pretty darn perfect. The skin is red and inflamed, but once it calms down, the tattoo is going to be as perfect as mine.
“Look at that,” Killian says. “Got it on your first try.”
“First and only,” I remind him.
“We’ll see about that,” Killian says.
I put the gel over the tattoo and over it with the bandage. Leaning forward, I kiss the spot just below the bandage.
“Maybe everyone was right, and you are a bad influence on me,” I say.
Killian grabs my waist and pulls me forward. I fall against his chest. “And what are you going to do about it?”
I seal my mouth over his. Because if he’s a bad influence, then consider me thoroughly influenced.
CHAPTER 31
Caroline
Three days later,I’m going back to my office after a client meeting when my phone buzzes. I pull it out and smile when I see Killian’s name on the screen. Once I make sure no one is around me, I answer.
