Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“Isn’t that the appeal?”

“Well… I guess it’s obvious I like showing off my body.”

I nod.

“You could try to look surprised.”

My thoughts return with my laugh. I wrap my arms around her. Plant a kiss on her neck. “Does it turn you on, the thought of being my personal stripper?”

Her nod is heavy.

“Then I fucking love it.”

“Okay.” Her blush spreads to her chest. “What do you want me to wear?”

“Same shit you always wear.”

She arches a brow. “Not a schoolgirl outfit or something?”

“No.”

“But isn’t that the fantasy?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Leigh? You are my fantasy.”

Chapter 33

Leighton

My hair is dyed and blow dried.

My makeup is perfect.

Ryan is waiting for me on the couch.

Nerves rise up in my throat. I curse my past self for her suggestion. Stripping before sex is one thing.

Announcing an intention to put on a show is another.

Yes, I want to erase the ugly memory of Ryan pushing me off his lap.

I want to watch his eyes go wide with pleasure as I tease him mercilessly.

But I also want to live to see tomorrow.

My heart thuds against my chest.

My breath catches in my throat.

I’m still wrapped in a towel, in another room, and my stomach is all butterflies.

Can I really do this?

I suck a breath between my teeth. Exhale slowly. I have to. I want to, yes, but I also have to.

I have to prove to myself that I can.

I have to have him under my trance.