Livingstone

“Can I help you, doll?” asks a shirtless, tattooed Adonis leaning against the door frame. His rapidly heating gaze scrapes over my body, licking me with an unexpected fire. The tip of his pink tongue pokes out and sweeps across his full lips before a playful grin lifts his cheeks. Every atom of him radiates danger, will eviscerate your lady bits in the best damn way, and fuck if I don’t want to dive right in.

“While I appreciate the heated appraisal, how about you come inside to continue? It’s cold as fuck in this hall, and my nipples are freezing over.”

I have no idea how a man can go from sex god to puppy in a matter of one breath to the next, but damn he plays both parts well.

“Shoot, I haven’t even told you my name yet, and here I am, already proclaiming our BFF status.”

“Ready for me?” Spade asks over his shoulder.

The pain is temporary; the tattoo is for a lifetime.