Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

“Of course she did.” I tugged the soft material of my shirt so they could see the spot on my left shoulder where Maddox had inked me. Belle oohed and ahhed over it, but Griffith was strangely silent as he stared at my skin. “What do you think?”

He pointed to at the top of his full sleeve where he had a smaller version of one of the unique symbols in my tattoo. When I looked closer at the very spot where his finger was pointing, I realized the center of the symbol was an M and an H. I gasped, and my eyes flew up to meet Griffith’s laughing ones. He grinned and winked. “He basically marked you as his.”4MaddoxAs soon as the girls left, I turned to Wendy. “When Ariel comes back, send her to my office,” I instructed as I walked past her desk. When another thought occurred to me, I stopped and pivoted around. “Unless the shop is on fire, I don’t want anyone disturbing me while she’s here.”

Wendy’s eyebrows rose, but I didn’t wait around for her to say anything. On my way to my office in the back, I stopped at each station to check in with the three artists on shift today.

Eventually, I got settled behind my desk and sighed in frustration at the mound of paperwork in front of me. I fucking hated paperwork. Wendy was doing her best to cover the front and temporarily fill the missing spot for an office manager. I really needed to find someone. Until then, I was doomed to a hell of my own making. So, I booted up my computer and got to work.* * *SLAM!!!

I jumped in my seat at the sudden crash of my door being flung shut with the force of a furious woman. It probably wasn’t the smartest reaction, but I couldn’t help grinning at the sight of Ariel standing in my office, her blue eyes bright with fury, looking like she was going to breathe fire any minute. She looked fucking hot, and I was instantly hard as a rock.

“What the hell, Maddox!” she yelled. “You marked me? This”—she pointed to her shoulder—“is freaking permanent!”

I leaned back in my chair and threaded my fingers together at the back of my head. “Yup.” My smile widened when her skin flushed even more.

“Who are you? Gary Cooper?” Ariel seethed and stomped her foot adorably. “What’s with the one-word answers?” She stormed over to my desk and bent over it, placing her palms on the top. “Explain yourself, Maddox Holt.”

I stood up and mirrored her position from the other side, bringing our faces inches apart. Her breathing picked up, and a different kind of heat churned in her eyes. “You told Belle that it didn’t make sense for you to get a tattoo since you weren’t doing it for your man.”

Ariel raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, and I shrugged. “Since you’re mine, now you have one for the same reason.” Her jaw fell slack, and she just stared at me. “Honestly, baby. You’re lucky I didn’t just tattoo my name in big, bold letters,” I admitted with a smirk. “I haven’t ruled that out for the future.” I winked, and her face twisted into a scowl.

She stood straight and crossed her arms over her chest, which lifted her tits up. Since I was a man and my woman had a fucking awesome rack, I was momentarily distracted. “What do you mean I’m yours?” she snapped. “I just met you”—I prowled around the desk while she continued to rant—"You can’t just decide something like that. I mean—”

Her words cut off abruptly when I yanked her into my arms, pressing our bodies together. It was impossible for her to miss the large, hard bulge pressing into her stomach, and her mouth formed a cute little O. Her sweet, pink lips were begging for a kiss, and I was desperate to know if her mouth tasted as sweet as her skin.

I grabbed her chin with one hand and crashed my mouth down over hers. Since her lips were already parted, I slipped my tongue inside and groaned at the delicious flavor. She was every bit as saccharine here, and I had no doubt she tasted this good everywhere. It was very likely that once I got my mouth on her pussy, it would become my favorite dessert.

Ariel clenched the fabric of my T-shirt on my chest, almost ripping it off with the strength of her grip. I bucked my hips gently and was rewarded with a needy moan. I had to stop, or I was going to end up fucking her on the couch in my office.

I started to pull back, but Ariel chased my lips and expelled a small whimper that went straight to my dick. “Fuck,” I grunted before giving in to her demand and taking her lips in another soul-stealing kiss.