Old Ink (Get Ink'd #3) - Ali Lyda Page 0,37

of course that was when Dane said in a sing-song voice, “I’m winning.”

Mateo, Javi, and Bryce all groaned, and my skin itched at the comment, but I wasn’t about to ask. Sometimes you just don’t want to know with these guys. Instead, I smiled and pulled my personally delivered lunch—tofu bahn mi with extra jalapenos—toward me, digging in and letting my mind loose with fantasies involving Reagan. Things like breakfast in bed together, or drinking coffee and reading magazines together in the mornings. Other fantasies, too, that were spicier than my sandwich.

The entire week went like that. Me, feeling horny and amped up on anticipation but trying to keep it cool. Reagan stealing through the shop with smiles and secret winks that set my heart on fire. And the guys watching the two of us like hawks and making cryptic comments that I worked overtime to ignore. Thank goodness Get Ink’d was in high demand. I fielded a hundred calls a day with inquiries about openings, and while I was doing that, I couldn’t worry about whatever the guys were getting up to and whether I’d get a moment alone with Reagan.

By Friday, I was ready for the weekend. I’d been working hard at the shop, and I felt good about that, but I was also exhausted from the anxiety building up as I kept ignoring the pressing emails my advisor sent me. I’d get to them eventually… but I wanted to focus on the here and now, for at least a little bit longer. Because thinking about Reagan was far more pleasant than acknowledging my fickle feelings regarding my future.

In some ways being the receptionist was more difficult than when I’d been a shop assistant, though I suspected that was largely due to the unusually intense attention from the artists and a suddenly different working dynamic with Reagan. Before, he’d been untouchable. Now he was forbidden fruit that I’d tasted and wanted more of.

As the final tattoos were wrapped up for the night and the rest of the guys left, going to drink or going home to their families, I lingered, finding small and unimportant tasks to work on. Dane shot me a wink as he headed out the door, the ass. Eventually there was nothing else I could use to procrastinate.

I headed to Reagan’s office. Peeking through the open door, I watched him glower at contracts, a red pen in hand to mark things he’d want to discuss with the shop’s lawyer. Gently, I knocked and stepped in. When Reagan looked up at me, his gaze turning a little heated, I couldn’t stop the desire pooling in my stomach.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey.” He smirked and pushed the papers to the side.

I bit my lip before saying, “I just came in to say goodbye.”

“Shut the door,” Reagan said, his voice husky. He stood and walked toward me.

My nerves felt like they’d been shocked, eager and needy. Swallowing, I shut the door. For a brief moment I thought maybe I’d done something wrong, that I was in trouble, but that worry only existed for a second, because then Reagan stalked over to me, taking my face in his hands, and kissing me hard.

His mouth devoured mine, like he was starving for it. His tongue swept into my mouth, penetrating and seeking, and I opened for him, my back pressed against the closed door. Reagan nibbled on my lower lip and sucked my tongue, kissing me until I was gasping. My cock was so hard it ached, and I knew there’d be a wet spot of precum on my boxer briefs.

Reagan kissed and licked along my jaw, tracing the sensitive spots. His body, so large and strong, pressed me into the door. He consumed me and I loved every fucking second of it. His breath was hot in my ear as he nipped at my lobe, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Do you know how hard it’s been trying to keep this under wraps all week?” he asked. His hands had moved to my waist and he was grinding against me, the hard length of his cock rubbing against mine. “I’ve had to touch myself in this office every day to keep from walking around with a hard-on. All I do is think about kissing you.”

I moaned as he reached behind and grabbed my ass, bringing us so close I felt as if I were melting.

“You’re at least hidden away back here,” I managed, grabbing at his shoulders, holding on for dear