Inked
Bankers and bad boys don’t mixSo why is she getting under his skin?Harper, a buttoned-up banker, is a tattoo virgin before Vik draws her first ink. And once the bad-boy biker lays his hands on the beautiful canvas of her body he’s addicted! Harper says the two of them could never mix outside of the bedroom—but she’s finding Vik’s touch is a feeling she wants to last for ever.
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Bankers and bad boys donât mix
So why is she getting under his skin?
Harper, a buttoned-up banker, is a tattoo virgin before Vik draws her first ink. And once the bad-boy biker lays his hands on the beautiful canvas of her body, heâs addicted! Harper says the two of them could never mix outside of the bedroomâbut sheâs finding that she wants the feeling of Vikâs touch to last forever.
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ANNE MARSH writes sexy contemporary and paranormal romancesâbecause the world can always enjoy one more alpha male. She started writing romance after getting laid off from her job as a technical writerâand quickly decided happily-ever-afters trumped software manuals. She lives in Northern California with her family and six cats.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07119-2
INKED
© 2018 Anne Marsh
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For Jimmy the Cake Guy.
Clearly, the best guys bake, make cupcake deliveries, and look out for the women in their dorms and their lives.
Thank you!
Contents
Vik
BEFORE I TOUCH even so much as an inch of sweet, creamy skin I know I want to spank her, mark her. Make her mine. Take her heart-shaped ass and all the softness sheâs hiding from me. Doesnât hurt that sheâs wearing plain white cotton panties, the kind designed to cover up rather than to showcase but that instead makes a man like me think about turning good girls bad. Sheâs tucked the waistband down to give me more room to work. Thoughtful as fuck, right? I canât stop looking at the tattoo chair where sheâs spread out, waiting for me to ink her. Iâll be her first because nothing but virgin skin meets my greedy eye.
And here Iâd thought tonight would be boring.
Located on a busy if seedy street in East Las Vegas, the tattoo parlor I run when Iâm not taking care of Hard Rider business specializes in flash tattoos for the impulsive crowd. Ink Me fronts the sidewalk and passersby can look through our windows and watch whatever inkâs in progress. Maybe my new client doesnât care if she gives lookie-loos a show. Maybe she loves the thrill. I wonât judge. Christ knows, my list of guilty pleasures reads like an encyclopedia of vice. Wonât make excuses or apologize, either. I know what I like and I make sure I get it. Iâm a hedonist, not a fucking saint, and inking this pretty bitch is the much-needed cherry on todayâs shit sundae.
People like company when they dive into the deep end of the pool of sin and debauchery and virgin assâs blonde companion looks like an expert. The teeny black cocktail dress, mile-high heels and red leather choker scream fun. The hair flat-ironed into an immaculate curtain adds a note of sophistication that in no way matches the grit of East Las Vegas. Someone who pays attention to the wrapping paper will take even more care with the contents. Bet she waxes or goes full Brazilian with one of those clit piercings I love to roll around my tongue. Usually, Blondie would be my favorite kind of present and Iâd be halfway to unwrapping her using that goddamned choker as a leash, but tonight the gorgeous ass in my chair trumps all.
