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I was a dead man the minute I inked her I knew it from the first

Her name was Danielle, Dani for short—no last na Motorcycle Club—and she didn’t even look twenty-five A tall, slender body with long legs and narrow hips Dark hair worn long and sleek down her back, arrow-straight, with a long fringe of bangs over her dark-lashed brown eyes A real beauty, every inch of her, and one hundred per cent the property—yes, property—of the Black Dogs’ current president, McMurphy She wanted ink, and when the Black Dogs wanted ink, they came to me Which meant I’d have to touch her

I was a dead man

She lay inof what she wanted Four s in silhouette; nicely drawn, and not too hard “I’ve never had a tattoo before,” she said, watching me from those dark eyes while McMurphy sat on the other side of her, his eyes fixed on me “This is my first one”

Virgin skin, I thought I didn’t look at McMurphy

“Did you draw these yourself?” I asked her

She nodded

Impressive “Where do you want it done?”

She pulled up her t-shirt, exposing first a sweet, flat plane of stomach and then the underside of one breast in its lacy bra “Here,” she said, indicating the skin just below her breast “And here” Her finger traced around the curve of her breast to the side

I did look at McMurphy then She was his property; I had tothis The idea of the president’s wo it on her own body, without the president’s approval was unheard-of in the Black Dog MC McMurphy’s expression said that he already knehat she was going to propose He kept his gaze fixed on me, his blue eyes in their sun-weathered face as hard as chips of dia, Wilder,” was all he said

It wasn’t exactlyher, but he had a point The tattoo wasn’t on her breast, but close enough that I’d have to touch it My fingers brushing it Quite a bit I’d also have to look at it—I was already looking at it right now

It was just a breast Every woo on the internet and see aswhatever turned you on Dani’s weren’t very big, maybe small B cups, fitted to her slender body Which I should definitely not be thinking about

I looked back at her to find her watching me “It’ll hurt,” I warned her “You’ve never done this, and the skin there is sensitive”

“I can take pain,” she replied

The words sat there for a second Of course—any woman as McMurphy’s would have to be able to take pain

“Okay,” I said “You’re going to have to take your shirt and bra off, but I’ll give you a sheet to cover yourself with”

She nodded Over her head, McMurphy said, “How long will it take?”

I shrugged, looking at the drawing again “An hour and a half maybe”

He fixed aze “Do I have to sit here for an hour and a half and watch you, Wilder?”