“As Dante flicked through one of the portfolios placed on the coffee table in the corner of the reception area, he whispered into Jaime’s ear, “Do you think we could get my name tattooed on your ass?” Gaping, she slapped his upper arm. “I’d laugh if I thought you were joking.” “It would be the biggest turn-on ever to take you from behind and see my name on your ass.” He was getting hard just thinking about it.”
