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one on Karen or Anne.”
    “Doesn’t mean they didn’t have one,” he said. It wasn’t a big secret he had seen all of those women naked. It wasn’t like he dated them because they sang first soprano in the church choir.
    “You’re right,” Sara agreed, not seeming overly upset to be discussing his sexual exploits and their body art. They could have been discussing how the women wore their hair for as much emotion as she showed. “So I could get it anywhere, I guess.”
    He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. He let his eyes drop and travel slowly over her body, mentally making note of all the places he’d love to see a little tattoo. Maybe a butterfly or a lady bug or something else sweet. Better yet, a sparkly princess crown. Because little Miss Sara Bradford was nothing if not a princess, used to always getting her own way, convinced eventually everyone would give her what she wanted. Even if what she thought she wanted was bad for her and the people around her. She thought she wanted him. It was about damned time for Sara to learn not everyone jumped when she said jump.
    “You’re going to permanently and painfully mark your body because you think that will make me interested?”
    She stepped closer and looked up at him with those big green eyes. “No, Mac,” she said. “You’re already interested. I think a tattoo will help make you willing to act on it.”
    “Just like that? Magically?” he asked, hating that his body responded to her anyway.
    “Well, the tattoo and my new wanton ways.”
    He coughed, surprised. “Wanton?”
    “Last night I spent some time on a website called Wet and Wanton. I took notes.” He was too frickin’ old for this. His heart almost stopped beating.
    “It isn’t going to work,” he said, though the voice barely sounded like him. “Girls who are into tattoos and porn are a dime a dozen.” He knew that for a fact.
    “Right. But in my case the tattoos and porn are icing on the cake, instead of being the whole cake.” That was the perfect princess statement. She was so full of herself. So sure everyone around her was just waiting for a chance to bend over backward for her. So positive there wasn’t a chance someone would be able to say no to her. So convinced they would all throw themselves in harm’s way for her.
    He studied her for a moment, trying to determine if she was bluffing about the tattoo. Was she simply trying to get a reaction from him, to elicit his protective instinct, to prove he had feelings for her? Or was she honestly willing to put ink into her skin because she thought it would turn him on?
    “You’ll never do it.”
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    “You sure?” she asked.
    “You’ll see the needle and get light-headed.”
    “I’m tougher than you think.”
    He snorted. He’d killed tiny bugs in her bathroom with her nearly gagging in the next room. “Sure you are.”
    She raised her chin. “I’ll do it, Mac. Whatever you want.” Red flags popped up all over. Another girl had told him that, repeatedly, a long time ago. And he’d never recovered. He tried to hide the feeling of a knife stabbing through his chest.
    “No problem with me wanting a great big dragon drawn across your sweet ass?” he asked, frowning his meanest frown.
    “If that’s what gets you goin’,” she said. “And thanks for the compliment.” He rolled his eyes and smiled, the dark thoughts dissolving like sugar in coffee. Only she would have taken a compliment out of that. “And more body art. I like this.” He drew his finger across the winding vines on her lower stomach.
    She sucked in a quick breath, her stomach muscles jumping under his finger.
    “Okay,” she answered breathlessly.
    “You really just gonna let me do whatever I want with you, princess?” he asked huskily. Even though he said it to remind her of how stupid her easy acquiescence was, his imagination ran wild.
    “Do you like your women submissive, Mac?”