Link
What the hell was he doing? Best friends’ little sisters should be off limits, but here he was, sniffing around her again. As soon as Lori had confirmed Madison was working for her, he had to see her again. He coerced her into having Madison finish his tattoo. Although, he was glad he did; the girl was a genius with color. It had been almost torturous having her draped over him all evening, caressing his skin gently as she wiped off the excess blood and ink. He could smell a hint of vanilla emanating from her hair, and he had to physically restrain himself from reaching out and sliding his fingers through her long brown tresses. The way her eyes had widened as she hungrily studied his chest sent a jolt of pure lust down his body, and his cock stiffened. He’d basically spent the last two hours with a painful erection. Link forced himself to focus on the burn of the needle on his skin to keep from pulling Madison on top of him and ripping her clothes off. Listening to her talk about the museums she’d visited and her favorite styles had only turned him on more. Suddenly he was fantasizing about covering both their naked bodies in paint and rolling around on a giant canvas. His brain added a sexual overtone to every topic she talked about. It was incredible to just talk to her, watch her work on his body as if it was a priceless canvas.
He could tell she was getting tired, and frankly, his skin was feeling pretty raw. He just didn’t want to leave her side. If he had to, he’d come up with ten more tattoos for her to do just to hang out with her longer. What the hell was happening to him?
Her agreeing to pizza was a start. If he could get her to go back to his apartment after then his day would be epic. Holy crap, when was the last time he worried about getting a girl to go back to anywhere with him? What was he doing here?
He wanted to just call Tommy and get it over with. Tell his best friend that he was seeing Madison and swear on a stack of bibles that this wasn’t him just chasing tail; it didn’t feel like one of his weekend flings. Then if Tommy wanted to kill him, at least he’d put it out there. He wouldn’t mention what happened at the Mission, just say he met her at the funeral reception and they’d been seeing each other.
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Harry’s New York Pizza was packed, even at nine o’clock. The wait for a table was going to be about an hour. A situation Link worked to his favor. He could have just charmed the hostess with cash, but he had a better plan. “What if we order this for delivery and we go back to my place?” He put his hand up to stop her from protesting. “We’ll just eat pizza and maybe play X-box, and I promise we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
Madison nodded before answering, “That’s the problem, I might want to do things we shouldn’t be doing.”
Link could only hope, as he looked at her in her black leggings and silky blouse. The fabric was so fine he could see her nipples poking through and longed to pinch at them. Her heeled boots went up past her knees and made him imagine her wearing them and holding a riding crop. He shifted his jeans a bit, his cock plumping up again at the thought. Louis Armstrong’s “Ain’t Misbehaving” played in his head. Damn, this girl would be the death of him, and he was looking forward to the trip.