Chapter 42

But instead of the A&D ointment, he picked up the tattoo gun instead. With a flick of his thumb, the machine buzzed to life in his hands. I felt its vibrations through his body and down my dick as the entire chair shook beneath us. I tried to keep my voice even, but it trembled slightly when I asked, “What are you doing?”

He ground his hips into me, jolting my stiff cock. “Inking you. That’s why you’re here, right?”

I watched him reach for a small spritz bottle of green surgical soap. “You’re kidding. Now?”

He squirted the bottle, dispensing cool spray against my heated skin. “Hold still,” he said

Was he serious?

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