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does your boyfriend know you're getting his name tattooed on your ass for him?”
    The marker felt cool and wet on her skin. “He's a past lover.”
    “Most people get their ex's name tattooed on them before they break up, not afterward.”
    “We didn't break up. It's complicated.”
    I was an angel and he was a demon. Not exactly casual break room chat. Certainly nothing she could discuss with a human being.
    “It always is.”
    “I also wanted to get the name Sully tattooed on there.”
    His brow lifted. “Another ex, or is this your current boyfriend?”
    “No, he was my son.”
    Dante looked surprised and Sonya suddenly realized how odd it must sound to get her child's name inked on her bottom.
    “The ankle is a popular spot for mothers to get their kid's names tattooed. Nobody's ever really requested it on their ass.” His slow, entertained grin made her blush even as it calmed her.
    “Yeah, that must sound pretty weird. I would get it on my ankle, but I don't want anyone to see it.”
    Dante threw her a wink when he caught her looking at him in the mirror. “Secret baby, huh?”
    Sonya smiled. “No. That's complicated too.”
    He grinned. “You're extremely vague. You must know that mysterious women are deeply attractive to men.”
    She felt way too giddy over that. “Really? I wasn't aware of that.”
    The tattoo hurt when Dante got to work on it, but she figured her toned butt probably provided more padding through the procedure than other spots would have. When it was finished, the two names she revered above all others were elegantly scripted along the now-pinked skin of her right butt cheek. The small, Gothic letters were black and romantic.
    “That looks so good,” Sonya praised. “Thank you so much.”
    “Not a problem. Here's my card if you ever want to get anything else done. Tattoos look good on you.” His eyes flickered with lust as he ogled her ass and pussy before lifting his eyes to meet her face when she turned. “Let me bandage you up. This paper has instructions for the aftercare.”
    Sonya read over the paper Dante gave her while he covered the tattoo with gauze and tape ever so cautiously. Afterward she carefully pulled her underwear and pants back on.
    “It was good to meet you, Sonya. Please come back again.”
    “I might actually.” To her utter mortification, she tripped and stumbled forward.
    Dante caught her in his arms and kept her from falling. “Careful there, woman.”
    His hand slid over her shoulder when he went to straighten her disheveled hoodie. The mating mark Nimbus had left on her nearly two centuries ago burned like an inferno when Dante's palm brushed over the material covering it. Sonya didn't know if the blazing flare of heat on the area was pain or pleasure.
    Images flashed through her mind suddenly. Visions too potent and clear to be mere fantasy. She and Dante were naked and writhing in bed together beneath the sheets as they found release in each others' arms. At one point during the flash of images he was spanking her. Milk flowed from her breasts and into his mouth when he squeezed them. More visions of them converging in all sorts of places and positions rushed through her mind. Flames burned and so much skin was revealed as multiple bodies united and sought gratification in each others' arms. Were they having an orgy? A baby cried and screams could be heard as well as a beastly roar.
    Sonya yanked her hand away in shock and gasped.
    Dante's lips parted and he looked as astonished as she was. “Did you feel that?”
    She nodded. “What just happened?”
    “I think the universe is trying to tell us something.”
    But what?
    “I have to go.” She hurried out into the lobby to pay.
    “Sonya, wait.”
    This time she was scared of the sound of her name in his mouth. What the hell had she just seen and why had he seen it too? She paid and tried to hurry out the door when his powerful hand clamped down on her forearm.
    “I can't just let you walk