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She motioned with her hand in a wide, sweeping motion behind her.
    His eyes darkened and his voice sounded huskier. “Take your pants off.”
    Her pussy gushed. Surely she only imagined his arousal, but no, there it was. The succubus in her wouldn't miss any trace of desire, no matter how small and well hidden.
    “Why?” she whispered.
    His pupils dilated, but he remained professional. “So I can see the canvas I'll be working on.”
    Sonya swallowed and held his hypnotic gaze as she slowly undid her pants, fingers trembling during the whole process.
    “Unless you want me to ink the front of you, you should probably turn around,” he said quietly.
    Heat swept into her cheeks and her head dropped as she quickly turned her back to him. “Of course. Sorry.”
    She blushed again when she caught his amused grin in the mirror.
    “That's all right.”
    “I've never done this before.”
    “I'm your first?”
    Her vagina squeezed at the question. Why did it sound provocative on his tongue? “No.”
    “You've gotten tattoos before?”
    She exhaled, unaware that she'd quit breathing while lowering her pants and underwear just enough for him to get a good look at her posterior. “Oh, no.”
    She dared to glance up at the mirror and caught his enthralled eyes glued to her backside. He looked like he wanted to eat her up.
    “What did you think I meant?”
    Why did he sound as though he already knew the answer to that and was simply messing with her?
    Her cheeks burned. “Nothing. I didn't know what you meant. I'm just tired and nervous.”
    “I'll say. You're shaking like a leaf.”
    Sonya let out a startled gasp when she felt his rough fingertips rest gently on her ass. She sensed a sudden burst of need in him upon hearing her elated sound. Did he know how turned on she was?
    “Relax. I won't hurt you. As long as you're mine I'll take care of you.”
    “Yours?”
    His subtle smile and barely restrained chuckle didn't escape her notice. “My client.”
    “Right.” If she didn't have her pants down, she'd run out of there to escape the embarrassment she unintentionally brought herself.
    His fingers trailing over her exposed rump felt sensual and she had to wonder if the man was taking certain liberties he wouldn't normally take with his other clients. He'd been perfectly professional, but seemed to let down his guard the more he detected her attraction to him.
    “How do you want it, Sonya?” Dante murmured, tone dripping thick and sweet like honey.
    Why was her confounded mind in the gutter today? They were in a bloody tattoo parlor, not a bedroom. “What?”
    “Where do you want the tattoo?”
    “On my butt.”
    He snickered. “So you've told me, but unless you specify where at exactly, I'm just going to scrawl a bunch of letters all over your ass like graffiti.”
    Sonya giggled uneasily, unable to believe how stupid it sounded. “Maybe on the right side.”
    “Were you thinking up here?” He didn't simply point or tap the place. Instead the pad of his finger slid up her right butt cheek slow and sensuous as though he were trailing his fingertip over a lover's body.
    “Yes.” Had she really just whispered that? After she got this tattoo, she could seriously never show her face here again.
    “So what words am I inking you with?”
    “Nimbus.” Speaking the name aloud was sacred and somehow forbidden as though she'd just admitted to still having feelings for him. Something she could never admit to anyone for fear of judgment.
    “You like clouds?” Dante teased.
    “Huh? Oh, it's actually a name. It means halo, or a luminous cloud surrounding a supernatural entity. Please capitalize the N .”
    “I will. What kind of font were you thinking?”
    “Gothic maybe.”
    He handed her an album. “This one's got different types of letters. These are the pages of Gothic lettering.”
    “I like that one.” She pointed to the page and watched him put the book away and go to stand behind her with a marker.
    “So