Passionate Ink

Passionate Ink by Jan Springer

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Authors: Jan Springer
Tags: Erótica
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lost your bikini, you’d shifted and I ripped it off you. We made love on the ocean floor before you shifted back again. I brought it onto my boat when I shifted back to human form. That’s how it got to my bedroom. I took it out this morning, to smell your scent, because I missed you so much. I forgot to hide it again.”
    With a strength he didn’t realize she was capable of, she yanked her arm free from his grip. Her face flushed red with rage.
    “You are fucking insane.”
    And then she laughed. The stiff way she carried herself as she walked toward the stairs made him once again wish he’d been able to tell her in a more reassuring manner. He’d handled this very badly and he had only himself to blame.
    “Cat, please don’t go like this. I can explain some more.”
    “Leave me the hell alone!” she flung over her shoulder. And then she was gone.
    * * * * *
     
    “I’m pulling out tonight. Leaving for my next stop.” Catalina said to Misty over the phone. She tried like hell to keep the stupid emotional quiver out of her thick voice, but she just couldn’t damn well do it.
    “But, you said you were staying a month, Cat. It’s only been a few days. Not even. What gives? Is it the new guy?” Misty didn’t give Cat a chance to respond. “It is the new guy. I knew it. He was too good to be true. Is he married? He really does have a girlfriend? I’m going to kill him. Give me his name and I’ll take care of him for you. I swear, Cat. I swear.”
    It had been a mistake calling Misty. Gosh, why had she been so stupid in calling her friend?
    Emotions, deep and raw, clutched at her chest and she didn’t dare say a word because she would start to cry.
    “I’m coming right over. Stay there.” Before Cat could protest, her friend had hung up.”
    Shit!
    Cat closed her eyes and let the tears run freely down her cheeks. That’s why she’d called her friend. For support, to get her through this nightmare.
    Gosh, how could she not have seen it? A guy who wanted his cock tattooed like a tentacle had to be nuts.
    Yet, the idea had turned her on. Big-time. Did that mean she was nuts too? Yeah, definitely. To have fallen for a guy who thought he was a shapeshifter. And he thought she was one too! Too freaking funny.
    No, she needed to get out of here. She’d reassure Misty that she would be fine and then she’d get the RV packed and be on the road in an hour. Two max.
    She would be out of the state and well on her way in a few hours. She could drive all night. She just needed to put distance between herself and Calder.
    God! He thought he was a shapeshifter. A freaking what? Part octopus? Like he couldn’t have come up with something better than that? Didn’t female octopi die after giving birth and the males died after having sex or something?
    Catalina slumped onto the kitchen chair and buried her face in her trembling hands. No, she wasn’t going anywhere. She was a nervous wreck. She’d get into an accident and get someone killed if she went out like this. She’d really fallen hard for Calder. Fallen hard and fast. Too fast.
    But something way in the back of her mind went over what Calder had said about her eyesight getting better and her tattoos looking different. Her skin did look healthier and pinker and—
    A knock on her RV door had her jumping out of her chair.
    Shit! Customer? She couldn’t face a customer now and she seriously couldn’t do a job. Her hands were just too shaky. She’d probably end up crying like a blubbering idiot if she opened that door.
    Her gut clenched at her next thought.
    Maybe Calder had come? There’s no way she was going to talk to him again, ever.
    “Cat! It’s me. Open the door. Are you all right?”
    Misty. Thank God. Cat heaved a sigh of relief. On rubbery legs she walked the few steps and opened the door. Misty took one look and shook her head and gathered Cat into a warm embrace, cooing that everything would be all right.
    Yeah, this was why she’d called her

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