Dirty Girl by Jenika Snow

thought maybe he’d get pissed. Most guys would by getting turned down. It wasn’t exactly like she was playing hard to get. She had slept with him on the first night of them actually talking outside of the shop. Sex ruined a lot of things, and she didn’t want this to be one of them. But he surprised her when he nodded.
    “You’re right. I don’t want this to be just about sex either, Naggie . If I wanted easy pussy I could get that at the club.”
    His frankness was very welcome. Naggie had never been the type of woman that liked to have smoke blown up her ass, and she was thankful that Booshie was not the type of man to deliver that.
    “How about we do the tattoo?” He didn’t wait for an answer from her. He took off his cut, placed it on the chair beside him, and removed his t-shirt. All of his hard, golden, and inked up skin was right in front of her in a matter of seconds. He turned and presented his wide shoulders and muscular back. “I was thinking of getting something done here.” He ran his hand along his side, right between two tattoos he already sported.
    “What did you have in mind?” God, her voice came out all soft and breathy, and when he looked over at her with this hooded expression she knew he could tell she was barely holding on.
    He slowly turned back around, and she watched as his abdomen clenched, showing off his six-pack in the process. “I looked through your portfolio.”
    Her hands were so sweaty all of a sudden. “You did?”
    He nodded but didn’t come any closer. “Yeah, months ago when you were working on someone and I came to talk to Cadeon .”
    His admission surprised her, because she thought she had known every time he had come into the shop.
    “I saw this tree you had drawn up, a really realistic one, but the branches were burning.” He lowered his head but kept his eyes locked on her. “It was powerful, and stuck with me ever since. But I was thinking you could add a skull in the middle of the burning branches, tie in the club, too.”
    She swallowed, knowing exactly which one he was talking about. “I’ve never put that on anyone.”
    He lifted a dark brow at that. “No?”
    She shook her head.
    “Well, I’d like to be your first, baby.” His deep voice went straight through her, and she reached behind her to hold onto the counter.
    “Oh, fuck this and the slowing down bullshit,” she said, as if something possessed her. She was right in front of him a second later, and before she pressed her lips to his she saw his grin. They kissed fast and hard, and it felt like she was going to lose it if she didn’t feel Booshie inside of her. Yeah, screw going slow.

Chapter Eight
     
    Booshie moved them backward until she was pressed against the counter once more, and with one long sweep of his tongue along hers, as if he was trying to torment her, he pulled away. He spun her around so she had her belly pressed to the counter, and she placed her hands flat on the smooth, cold surface.
    “Don’t move.” His voice was hard and demanding, but she had no intention of moving.
    She looked over her shoulder and watched him go to the door and lock it before coming right back to her. He was already unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down before she could even blink.
    “This is going to be fast and hard, baby, and so damn dirty.”
    “Good, just how I like it.”
    He growled low and grabbed the short strands of her hair on the back of her head. He pulled her head back so her neck was arched, and placed his mouth on the side of her throat. He broke away and placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her forward slightly. The position caused her ass to pop out and press against his now bare erection.  
    “You want me to fuck you, baby?” He growled against her ear.
    “I do. I really do.” She moaned out. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and her clit throbbed. Her nipples felt like they were going to rip right through her shirt, and all she could