INKED 8: A Tattoo Shop Reverse Harem
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“I know,” I say, rolling my eyes theatrically. “My life is so hard.”
Lex snorts with laughter. “I bought you two burgers. You’re starting to waste away.”
He’s right. The demands on my body have been crazy since we all moved in together. I think I’ve dropped ten pounds in the past three months just from having sex. I’m not complaining, but it would seem the boys like me with more meat on my bones.
“Well, I’m glad you’re all appreciative of what I do,” I say, rising from my chair and walking with a seductive sway to my place at our long table.
“Oh, we do,” Kase says, tipping his head and watching me pass like a hungry man watching a plate of Thanksgiving dinner get carried to the table.
“We really do,” Dex smiles as he takes his seat opposite me. Beneath the table, his foot strokes against my ankle, and just that small touch is enough to prime me for more.
It’s a miracle that anyone is getting anything done in this house that doesn’t involve being naked. Maybe all the enthusiasm will wear off, but somehow, I doubt it.
The men of Ink Factor have shown me that love can come in all shapes and sizes. What started as a kinky inky game has become the life that I never had the bravery to dream could be mine.
And I’ll be forever grateful that I took that chance to experience something new.