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her lower back.
    “There’s Dudley Do-Right. I was wondering when he’d rear his ugly head. Give it up, Liam. I don’t need to be fixed.”
    “You’re not happy,” he said.
    Her hand clenched around the tattoo machine.
    “And you are?”
    He shrugged. “This isn’t about me.”
    “I see. You can dish it but you can’t take it.”
    “Sorry to interrupt the love-in,” Jake said from the doorway. She looked up to see him standing with his jacket in hand. “I’ve locked up the front. See you tomorrow. On time, okay?”
    She rolled her eyes. He waved to Liam, then he was gone.
    Leaving them alone.
    Instantly the tension that had been humming quietly between them took on new life.
    “I’m just going to change needles. You need to use the bathroom or anything?”
    “I’m good.”
    She watched out of the corner of her eye as he shifted his hips. She flushed hot as a memory hit her from last night—the bone-jarring strength of him as he thrust into her, over and over.
    She dropped the needle pack she’d just opened and swore.
    “Problem?”
    “No,” she said.
    She grabbed another sterile needle pack and loaded up a five mag to shade his tattoo. She sprayed him down with alcohol again, put on fresh gloves and met his eyes for the first time in five minutes.
    “Ready to go again?”
    “Whenever you are.”
    For the next hour she brought Liam’s tattoo to life, using various shades of black to shadow and enhance the design. He remained silent throughout, but she was aware of him watching her, studying her face, her hands, her body.
    Finally she sat back and wiped his tattoo one last time.
    “Done.”
    “Can I look?”
    She passed him a hand mirror and he inspected the tattoo.
    “Yeah.” He nodded approvingly. “Like you said, the blackwork really makes it pop.”
    Warmth filled her cheeks. Great, now she was flattered that he liked her work. Next she’d be whittling his name in a tree trunk.
    “Okay, care and feeding of your new tattoo,” she said in a brisk, no-nonsense voice. “I’m going to put some antibiotic cream on it and bandage it, and I want you to keep it covered for tonight, then soak the bandage off tomorrow morning.”
    She filled him in on the rest of the instructions for taking care of himself and handed over a leaflet that covered everything she’d said.
    “Got it?”
    “You’re very thorough. Think I just got slapped on the ass and sent home last time I had ink done.”
    She shrugged. Like he’d said, she didn’t do things by half measures.
    She reached for the antibiotic cream and squeezed some onto her fingertips. He flinched and grabbed her wrist when she applied it to his skin.
    “That’s cold,” he said.
    “Poor baby,” she said, mostly because she was suddenly very aware that the tattoo was finished and he was still half undressed and she was wholly turned-on.
    She’d admitted it to herself last night, hadn’t she? Sex with Liam had felt like a beginning, not an ending.
    She twisted her wrist in his grasp and he let go, sinking slowly back onto the chair. She smoothed the lotion onto his hot, hard belly, her movements slower than they strictly needed to be. He felt good.
    She slid a look his way. He was watching her hand, his jaw doing the same tense thing that it had last night when she’d put her hand down her panties.
    When she glanced back at his body, a significant bulge had developed in the crotch of his jeans.
    She squeezed her thighs together, anticipating what was going to happen next.
    She hadn’t wanted to see him again. She didn’t want to talk to him about old times or new times or anything to do with herself and her life. But she wanted him inside her again so much that a needful ache had started to throb between her thighs.
    There were so many things she would never have in her life—a family, a husband, a home full of laughter and love. She figured she deserved whatever brief moments of satisfaction or pleasure she could grab along the way.
    She