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was more than enough to make her pussy swell and ache.
    Rebekah’s mouth dropped open when the needle aggravated a particularly sensitive pain receptor. She wasn’t sure if she should cry out in pain or pleasure. Eric’s hand slid to her upper thigh and he leaned close.
    “Do you want me inside you?” Eric whispered into her ear.
    “Yes.”
    “Right here?”
    “Yes,” she responded louder.
    “Right now?”
    “Yes!”
    “Butch, unless you want to watch me fuck her in this chair, you should probably take your lunch break right now and lock the front door behind you on your way out.”
    “Uh,” Butch said as he lowered the tattoo gun.
    “Are you finished?” Rebekah asked, disappointment settling in her chest.
    “Not quite.”
    “Let him finish,” Rebekah said to Eric. “I can wait.”
    “Maybe,” Eric said. “But I can’t.”
    “I could send you home so you can have some alone time with your hand,” Rebekah teased. She gasped brokenly when Butch got back to work with his needle.
    Eric slid his fingers into her hair and clenched them into a fist. “If you don’t stop turning me on with those little noises and those faces you’re making—”
    “And with my hard, achy nipples and drenched, swollen pussy?” she goaded him.
    Butch set his tattoo gun aside and stood. “Uh, I need to go home for a few and have some alone time with my hand. You two get this out of your system before I return so I can concentrate on my work.”
    He walked rather woodenly toward the front door, pulled the shade down, switched off the neon open sign, and exited the shop with a little wave.
    Before the lock had even turned, Eric had his jeans around his knees and his fingers fumbling at the waist of Rebekah’s shorts.
    “Jeez, Eric,” she said. “You have absolutely no self-control.”
    “Your fault,” he murmured before he claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
    She was already too turned on to make him stop, so she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled upward, separating their mouths only long enough to relieve herself of the stifling garment. Eric unfastened the front hook of her bra and then filled his palms with her aching breasts—squeezing and twisting the heavy globes, pinching her stiff nipples.
    “Yes,” she cried into his seeking mouth. She wanted it rough.
    She helped him yank off her shorts, kicking them aside impatiently as she scooted to the edge of the chair, where she wrapped her limbs around Eric and pulled him tightly against her. The pain in her raw, newly tattooed arm only excited her further.
    “Fuck me,” she growled into his ear before biting his lobe. “I ache for you.”
    “What you do to me, woman,” he complained as he grabbed her hips. “I’ll never get enough of you. Ever.”
    She was counting on that. He was hard as granite as he sank into her with a deep thrust. She cried out, so turned on by their unusual foreplay that she climaxed immediately. “Oh God, Eric.”
    He fucked her with deep, hard thrusts and then leaned back slightly to rub her clit with rapid, thought-shattering strokes.
    “Keep coming, baby,” he encouraged, rubbing her faster, faster.
    As if she had a choice. Her toes curled, feet tingling as ripples of bliss pulsed through her body and her pussy clenched rhythmically on his cock.
    He drew her pleasure out until she grabbed his hand to stop his sweet torture, and then she squeezed his tight ass to encourage him to thrust. She felt hugely satisfied after that mind-blowing orgasm, but she still had an itch deep inside that only the rhythmic pounding of his cock would drive away.
    “I love you,” she said, kissing his chest through his T-shirt. “You’re my everything.”
    “That’s my line.”
    She peeked up at him and smiled. She’d probably always covet his looks of lust, but those looks of love? Those were the ones that made her chest fill with so many tender feelings, she feared her heart might burst.
    His cock drove into her hard and deep,