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snuck in to my voice.
    The guys turned somber and I winced internally.
    “Why do you ask?”
    “I’ll take Barden,” Zayn said.
    “And I’ll do Marked Man. You lay down and let us work, not seeing it until the end.”
    I laughed aloud, a perfect idea. I loved surprises, and any art they did, well it’d be better than what I’d think of.
    “Deal.” I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to a chair, lying facedown on Dare’s table. “Unhook the bra if it’s in the way.”
    “What if the pants are in the way?” Zayn teased, the laughter barely under control.
    “Move higher.” My answer was muffled because of the headrest. I sat in my bra in a tat shop, nothing new for me, and I hadn’t thought twice about shedding the shirt, but my ass bare or undie clad, not so much.
    Dare swept my hair up off my neck before they prepped the two areas.
    I shuddered because Dare’s touch created an intense shock of sexual need. My panties dampened and I wondered if Zayn could smell my arousal. That was embarrassing, kind of.
    Zayn’s needle bit my skin first, right where my back, or waist, narrowed. But I sought the float, the spot in my head where the pain was a distant pinch. When Dare started his iron, I had to force myself not to react, the added pain tested my endurance. But I breathed deep, in and out, and finally, I floated in the space I’d created to keep my calm, even during the most painful art.
    Dare caressed my ass with his hand. “ Done with the knot. Now , I’m tying you up with that very knot , until you can’t move. You’ll be at my mercy. ” I nodded and flipped over on the table. My ass cheek hurt where he’d tattooed the knot , but it added to the spice of the moment. Alone in the workroom , he reached down and brought up a long red strand of rope. Hands to my sides , he had me stand so he could wrap the rope around me then he lifted me up and placed me on the table , flipping me so I faced down again. His lips tugged at my ear and he whispered sweet words while he slid his hard cock between my cheeks until it glided between the lips of my pussy. My body reacted , wanting to push into him , but the ropes made it impossible. I moaned for him to fuck me , but he laughed and bit my shoulder. Over and over the tip of him rubbed across my clit , working me up until I begged for release. Just when I was sure I’d come , he pulled back and then pushed into me in the perfect way.
    “You sleepin’?” Dare’s voice penetrated my fantasy.
    Shit, had I moaned, moved? Or something worse?
    “No, why?”
    “Never seen anyone so still.” His words held a rough tone.
    Had touching me turned him on, too?
    “You both finished?”
    “Yeah,” Zayn said right before I heard a picture snap and saw the reflection of a flash. The purr of the motor spitting out the picture came next. Despite all the technology in the world, a good-quality Polaroid was still the way Marked Man cataloged finished work and showed it to clients, especially if the location wasn’t easy to see in the mirror.
    “Sit up, and I’ll bandage them.” Zayn handed me the two pictures.
    I heard Dare behind me collecting tools and then moving to the supply room. The pictures were still mostly gray blobs, so I turned them facedown and waved them in the air. I don’t know if it increased the speed of development or if it just made the time pass faster. Dare returned and leaned on the table right next to where I sat. Zayn was the second bookend, leaning with the same pose on the opposite side.
    Did they train bikers in attitude?
    The first one to come clear was Dare’s. An abstract man marked with light lines, tattoos, held a woman who also displayed outlines of art. Somehow he’d captured the anticipation of sex between them in the lines of their bodies, or the closeness.
    “Wow, you are all kinds of talented. I love it.” I grinned up at him but he ducked his face away.
    Zayn had placed the old recliner in my apartment on my back and then