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skin.”
    Oh, God, his skin…
    “Good onya, then. Let’s do it.”

    Finn sat quietly sipping his coffee—damn good coffee, it hadn’t been a lie—watching Roisin get her machine ready, filling the ink cups up with black ink. What was it about this girl? She was beautiful, yeah, but why was it he couldn’t take his eyes off her?
    Eyes as deep blue as the sky at twilight when she looked up at him. “Ready?”
    “Ready as ever,” he said.
    She ran a razor over his chest, then wiped him down before applying the transfer sheet and pressing. Even through the paper, even though her touch seemed to be purely clinical, he could feel the heat from her palms on his skin. Enough to make him a little hard.
    He’d been hard for her all fucking day yesterday. Hadn’t been able to think about anything but her, if truth be told. He’d stayed in bed at Mick’s place most of the day, glad that his friend was with his girl Allie. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off his cock any more than he’d been unable to get Roisin out of his mind. Her round breasts. Her perfect ass. The tight velvet that was the inside of her sweet pussy. Raging hard-ons all day that nothing had been able to alleviate. He’d come into his hand over and over, tried to distract himself with some porn, but all he’d seen onscreen  was her . Her body. Her face.
    And now she was touching him.
    His cock jumped.
    “Take a look, Finn.”
    “What?” he realized suddenly that he’d closed his eyes, lost in yesterday’s fantasies.
    “Check out the placement in the mirror.”
    “Oh. Sure.” He got up and went to the enormous, brass-framed mirror mounted on the old brick wall. “Yeah, looks good.”
    He went back to the chair and sat down. Roisin had the tattoo machine in her latex-gloved hand.
    “My turn,” she said quietly as the machine hummed to life.
    “Your turn for what?”
    “To bring you pain,” she said, a small smile on her lovely crimson lips.
    “I can see you like the idea” He leaned toward her. “I don’t mind. I can certainly take it. And I’m sure I’ll have a chance to pay you back.”
    “Are you, now?” she asked, her dark brows arching.
    “You going to argue the point? Because even now, here in your work place, I can see how your breath hitches when you’re close to me. I can see it in your eyes—how you want to let go. But you can’t here. Not here.” He paused, watched as her expression shifted, softened. “What time do you get off work?”
    She was silent a moment, and he really thought she might tell him to fuck off. But she only licked her lips and said, “The shop closes at ten.”
    He nodded in acknowledgment, not saying anything more. He just sat back and waited for her to put needle to skin. When she did, it was a sensual buzz that turned slowly into pain as she worked. He reveled in the familiar sensation of the needle, the ink burrowing into his flesh, making it burn a little. But he liked it. Loved it, really. Especially with the delicious Rosie bent over his chest. Her dark hair was up in a sleek, blue-streaked knot, baring the back of her neck, which looked strangely naked to him.
    Oh, he had it bad if he was turned on by the back of this woman’s neck.
    But he was. That and the way the needle dug into his chest—pain at her hands.
    What the hell was wrong with him?
    “So,” she started, her head bent in concentration. “Do you want to tell me more about your friend?”
    “Kenji?” He had to take a moment to shift the gears in his head. “He was another Dominant at my club in Atlanta, 2112. He was a Shibari master and rope photographer.”
    “Kenji Yoshida?”
    “Yeah, that’s him. Was.”
    “I’ve heard of him” she said, talking as she worked. “I actually saw a demo he did at The Bastille. Beautiful rope suspension.”
    “Yeah, that’d be him.”
    “What happened to him?”
    “Pancreatic cancer. Poor bastard never had a chance. He lasted barely six months.”
    “I’m