“Ink slipped his fingers under his vest and rubbed his chest. She licked her lips, almost tasting the slightly salty skin under his shirt. It seemed like forever since she’d put her mouth on him. His body was a puzzle, all covered with tattoos waiting for her to put the pieces together.”

“Ink slipped his fingers under his vest and rubbed his chest. She licked her lips, almost tasting the slightly salty skin under his shirt. It seemed like forever since she’d put her mouth on him. His body was a puzzle, all covered with tattoos waiting for her to put the pieces together.”

— Debra Kayn