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her mind off that image. These sexual fantasies were probably the result of that hood piercing. A few people had told her the constant rubbing of the barbell against her clit would make her horny as hell until she got used to it. It had been close to a month now since she’d had it done—a very long and sexless month. Maybe that was the problem. But damn, this constant intimate awareness of her lower region was enough to make a girl without a boyfriend kind of insane. Silver had to wonder when, if ever, she’d get used to the metal ball pressing against her clit, rubbing with every move she made, keeping her just on the edge of orgasm but never pushing her over.
    She tried not to squirm as Rico moved his position again. To steady his hand as he filled the design with color, he’d braced his palm against her. It pressed on her labia just enough to push the barbell against her clit. She grit her teeth again, but this time it wasn’t from the pain of the tattoo.
    He leaned back and blew out a breath. “I’m gonna try this from a different angle. Okay?”
    “Whatever. I trust you.” She kind of had to. Besides having had her genitals at his mercy in the past, Rico currently held the fate of her new inner thigh tattoo literally in his hands.
    But he was nothing but professional at all times. She liked to think that tattoo artists treated their patrons much like doctors did their patients. One hood piercing was just like another. One blossoming dogwood branch snaking between her thighs and ending just shy of her pussy lips would be just like another to him.
    He moved around the table and leaned right on top of her, aiming at the spot where her leg joined her body with the business end of the ink gun. His face right down there, they would have been in a sixty-nine position…if they were having sex that is.
    Mmm, a sixty-nine. That particular sexual configuration had always been one of her favorites. Damn, she needed a boyfriend, or at least some sex.
    Rico started again and she jumped involuntarily. The spot he was working on hurt like a bitch, but at least the pain would distract her from her unfulfilled sexual needs.
    “I like the laser hair removal you got. Hell of a lot nicer than working over razor stubble.” This time it seemed like Rico was going for small talk to distract her from the discomfort. It wasn’t working.
    “Glad I could be of service.” Silver delivered her sarcastic reply through clenched teeth.
    “Hey, don’t be pissed at me. You chose this spot. I told you it was gonna hurt.”
    “I know.” That was little comfort. She drew in a shaky breath.
    As he continued the torture, Silver grit her teeth and made a few faces since he couldn’t see them behind his back. Then he stood. “I’m up to the hipbone. Underwear will have to move.”
    She let out a sigh. The hipbone was going to hurt like a bitch too. Rico had already warned her. Silver slipped one leg out of her cotton thongs and glanced back at him. “All the way off?”
    What the hell, it wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen it. After all the hood piercing had entailed, from the measuring to the marking to the actual piercing, this guy could probably identify her lady parts in a police lineup if needed.
    Rico shook his head. “Just the one leg should be good.” He leaned over her pelvis again and pushed the cotton aside. Bracing his hand on her, he pulled the skin tight as he went back to work.
    Silver knew her mother and father would absolutely die if they could see her now. Or if they ever found out what was hidden beneath her jeans. The belly button ring, the hood piercing, a tramp stamp at the base of her spine, and now this newest tattoo.
    “So what’s next? You have it picked out yet?” Rico asked. He knew her so well. Even after this new one, it probably wasn’t going to be enough for Silver. Body art could be addicting.
    “I’m having trouble deciding.” Besides, there weren’t many spots left she could hide