Rory took one final deep breath and got up from her chair. She was going to put a permanent indention in the damn thing if she didn’t get her s**t together soon.
Rory stared at her phone like it had just confessed murder.
The unread message from TJ sat there like a ticking time bomb.
TJ:
Still thinking about that tattoo, Red.
Still thinking about your face when you saw it.
Let me know when you want to see mine.
Her thighs clenched instinctively. Damn him. Damn that mouth. And damn the fact that she could still feel the hum of the tattoo machine along her skin if she thought about it for too long.
She bit her lip, finger hovering over the keyboard.
She was walking a razor’s edge—and now one of those blades was texting her in emojis and implied orgasms.
She started to type.
You’
