keep that shirt off if it means anything to you.” I take my gloves off and move to the small fridge we have in this room.
He gets up off the table, and I hand him a single-serve size of orange juice. After trauma to the skin like this, some people’s blood sugars drop, and I always offer it. He takes it and downs it in one drink, knowing his body needs it. Turning around in the mirror, he whistles. “Damn, dude, I wish I had your fucking talent. This is beyond what I thought it would be.”
I smile, fucking grateful he loves it. “Awesome. You want to go ahead and pay for today or do you want me to bill you for the entire thing?” I ask. It doesn’t matter to me, I know he’s good for it, but I like to make sure.
He reaches over into his pants pocket and hands me a black Amex. “Stick a 20 percent tip on there for you,” he tells me as he gingerly puts his shirt on.
“Thank you.” I don’t expect it, but he always tips well because he appreciates the hard work I put in.
I walk out into the main area and hand the card to Jackie, telling her to run it for $950. I stretch out my neck and back and finally pull my phone out of my jeans pocket. There’s only one text from Nina; I’m kind of surprised there aren’t more. It’s time stamped an hour ago, and it’s a media message. I click on it to open it.
It’s a picture of Nina wearing those rings, her lips pursed in a kiss.
I’m fucking hard. I’m fucking ready. Let’s do this.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nina
I ’ve never been this turned on in my life. When I’d gotten the text and Sketch asked me to put these nipple rings on, I hadn’t imagined I would feel like a whole new woman. Right now, I am watching the clock, wondering when the fuck it’s going to be time for me to meet him at the shop.
I’m almost lazy in my arousal. My nipples rub against the soft material of my bra, and I sharply take a breath. I need to touch them, I need to remind myself how it feels to be a sexual creature all of a sudden, and I kind of want Devin to feel uncomfortable too.
Taking my shirt off, I shed my bra and then go to the bedroom where I stand in front of the mirror attached to the dresser. Leaning over, I cup my breast in one hand, and with the other, I take a picture.
It gives me a thrill, touching myself like that, and I know when he and I finally go fuck later, it’s going to be explosive. Grinning evilly to myself, I send my husband the picture. I hope it makes him as horny as it’s made me.
SKETCH
I’m waving goodbye to Reaper as Nina’s car pulls into the back parking lot of the shop. She turns the car off and gets out, and our eyes meet.
“I figured I should park back here since I’m leaving my car here.”
I nod. It’s dark, and last I checked, everyone was on the main floor. I stalk towards her, pressing her up against her car door. “Sketch?”
I capture her lips with mine, letting her know exactly how much I’ve missed her today, letting her know where my mind is, especially since I got the text message she sent me. I run my hands from her hips up to her breasts, using my thumbs to worry the nipples I can feel are already hard under her sweater.
“Making sure you’re still wearing them.”
She breathes heavily, tilting her head back against the roof of her car. “Oh my God, they’re going to kill me,” she moans. “Every time my bra brushes against them…” She gulps in air and licks her lips, trying to control herself.
“You want to take your hand, shove it down your panties, and take care of yourself?” I ask, leaning in to nip her ear with my teeth.
“You have no fucking idea.” She grasps my waist with her hands. “This is such torture.”
“But in the end it will be such pleasure, babe. Trust me.”
I can tell by looking at her that she’s not sure if she should, but she’s addicted already. We’re not going back to where we were before. The old Sketch and Nina are long gone—hell, I’m not even sure
He gets up off the table, and I hand him a single-serve size of orange juice. After trauma to the skin like this, some people’s blood sugars drop, and I always offer it. He takes it and downs it in one drink, knowing his body needs it. Turning around in the mirror, he whistles. “Damn, dude, I wish I had your fucking talent. This is beyond what I thought it would be.”
I smile, fucking grateful he loves it. “Awesome. You want to go ahead and pay for today or do you want me to bill you for the entire thing?” I ask. It doesn’t matter to me, I know he’s good for it, but I like to make sure.
He reaches over into his pants pocket and hands me a black Amex. “Stick a 20 percent tip on there for you,” he tells me as he gingerly puts his shirt on.
“Thank you.” I don’t expect it, but he always tips well because he appreciates the hard work I put in.
I walk out into the main area and hand the card to Jackie, telling her to run it for $950. I stretch out my neck and back and finally pull my phone out of my jeans pocket. There’s only one text from Nina; I’m kind of surprised there aren’t more. It’s time stamped an hour ago, and it’s a media message. I click on it to open it.
It’s a picture of Nina wearing those rings, her lips pursed in a kiss.
I’m fucking hard. I’m fucking ready. Let’s do this.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nina
I ’ve never been this turned on in my life. When I’d gotten the text and Sketch asked me to put these nipple rings on, I hadn’t imagined I would feel like a whole new woman. Right now, I am watching the clock, wondering when the fuck it’s going to be time for me to meet him at the shop.
I’m almost lazy in my arousal. My nipples rub against the soft material of my bra, and I sharply take a breath. I need to touch them, I need to remind myself how it feels to be a sexual creature all of a sudden, and I kind of want Devin to feel uncomfortable too.
Taking my shirt off, I shed my bra and then go to the bedroom where I stand in front of the mirror attached to the dresser. Leaning over, I cup my breast in one hand, and with the other, I take a picture.
It gives me a thrill, touching myself like that, and I know when he and I finally go fuck later, it’s going to be explosive. Grinning evilly to myself, I send my husband the picture. I hope it makes him as horny as it’s made me.
SKETCH
I’m waving goodbye to Reaper as Nina’s car pulls into the back parking lot of the shop. She turns the car off and gets out, and our eyes meet.
“I figured I should park back here since I’m leaving my car here.”
I nod. It’s dark, and last I checked, everyone was on the main floor. I stalk towards her, pressing her up against her car door. “Sketch?”
I capture her lips with mine, letting her know exactly how much I’ve missed her today, letting her know where my mind is, especially since I got the text message she sent me. I run my hands from her hips up to her breasts, using my thumbs to worry the nipples I can feel are already hard under her sweater.
“Making sure you’re still wearing them.”
She breathes heavily, tilting her head back against the roof of her car. “Oh my God, they’re going to kill me,” she moans. “Every time my bra brushes against them…” She gulps in air and licks her lips, trying to control herself.
“You want to take your hand, shove it down your panties, and take care of yourself?” I ask, leaning in to nip her ear with my teeth.
“You have no fucking idea.” She grasps my waist with her hands. “This is such torture.”
“But in the end it will be such pleasure, babe. Trust me.”
I can tell by looking at her that she’s not sure if she should, but she’s addicted already. We’re not going back to where we were before. The old Sketch and Nina are long gone—hell, I’m not even sure
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