House of Ink, 2
Luke has built the life he’s always dreamed of. His tattoo parlor is thriving, his co-owners are his closest friends, and everything feels perfect—until it all comes crashing down.
Abigail is a newly divorced single mom, struggling to adjust to her new reality. She never expected to cross paths with someone like Luke. But when he enters her life, it’s exactly when she needs him most.
Their connection is instant, intense, and undeniable, but love isn’t always simple. Abigail’s ex-husband isn’t ready to let go, and he’ll do anything to win her back.
Will Luke stand his ground and fight for their blossoming love, or will he let her slip away?
Excerpt:
“Abigail,” I say in shock. “Is something wrong?”
I look down the hallway, but we are the only people on the floor, and I don’t hear Tyler even though I see the monitor hooked onto a loop in her jean shorts.
“No,” she says and shakes her head. “You said if I needed anything else, I could come to you.”
I watch her blush a deep shade of red. That’s interesting. Leaning against the doorjamb I smile at her.
“Sure. What do you need?”
Her gaze is stuck to my chest as she runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “It’s a big thing to ask a virtual stranger and I want you to know you can say no. I won’t be angry or offended.”
“I can’t answer if you don’t ask,” I cut in with a chuckle.
She finally looks at my face, tilting her chin up and straightening her back.
“I need a fuck buddy.” The words fall from her pouty lips without hesitation.
“Jesus wept, woman!” I grab her hand and pull her into my apartment, slamming the door shut. “You can’t just say shit like that where anyone can hear you.”
“Why not?” she asks, glancing at me from beneath her lashes.
“Because I don’t need anyone knowing our business.”
I push her against the wall, caging her in with my arms. Then I do what I’ve wanted to do all day, and I kiss her.
Her taste explodes across my senses, and I can’t help but take more from her. Soft, full lips pressed against mine, a breathy moan shaking me to my foundation. With a single kiss, she rocks my world and my soul to the core. And she doesn’t even know it. My cock is hardened lead in my jeans and I want to bend her over the nearest available surface and make her scream my name. Lust courses through and I fight to keep any semblance of control.
I may not understand it, or even be able to explain it, but I do know that my world and my life are changing rapidly. Instead of wanting to hold back or run from the unknown feelings she awakens in me, I allow myself to free-fall into whatever the hell this is.
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