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Totally forgotten, I collapse back onto the pillows, sighing deeply. With the three of them gone, the room suddenly feels larger, and I can breathe more easily. I notice Linc left his sketchbook behind, so I reach for it and flick through his other designs once more. He’s insanely talented. Every single one of his sketches makes my heart race with excitement. I want all of them on my skin, for him to paint me from head to toe. I’m willing to sign over every last inch of virgin skin to his talented hands, just to have the work of this genius on me forever.
One of the last pages has a naked woman, lying back in the bed, legs spread, sheets around her. Fuck. That’s hot. I can’t help but imagine myself as her. Spread out for Linc.
I’m interrupted by the front door slamming and re-opening again. A second later, Kelly pops his head through the door. He smiles at me, but there’s a strain on his face, and I can tell he’s stressed.
“We’re going to get breakfast. Wanna join us?”
“No, it’s fine. I’m going to have a lazy morning, then explore Miami a bit. Besides, I imagine you guys have a lot to discuss.”
He seems relieved — no, grateful — that I’ve declined and nods. “Thanks. Yeah, we do. We’ll go straight to the shop. See you there, later? At closing?”
“Sure, what’s that? Eight?”
“Nine.”
I pull a face. No wonder they have the morning off if they’re working til nine and then working on me.
“Will you guys have eaten? Shall I bring takeout with me?”
He smiles for real this time. “Yeah, that would be amazing! Thank you.”
“Great. See you later.” I wave as he goes and this time, when the front door slams, it stays shut.
The apartment is finally quiet, but I’m not as happy about that as I thought I would be. It probably helps that the guys all acted like nothing happened last night, and quickly made me forget my embarrassment. Hell, maybe nothing did happen, and I’m just overreacting. I mean, sure, I got naked in front of them, but they’re professionals. They probably didn’t even notice anything other than the ink and the skin. Even when I flipped over and flashed them my boobs.
Although…nah, it’s probably better if I just don’t think about the spanking.
I get up and stretch, heading for the kitchen kettle — I’m so glad to see that Johnny kept his Christmas gift from me — and I flick it on. While it boils, I make my way to the shower, my mind wandering back to Linc once more. Yeah, definitely safer if I don’t think about the way Linc’s hand felt reddening my ass. The shiver his fingers caused as they caressed my skin…Fuck. Nope, I am one hundred percent not thinking about any of that.
