The Hidden Camera Tattoo - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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The mood shattered the second we spotted the silhouette outside the window.
Sophia Evans tossed on a slouchy jacket and yanked me inside while the guy scrambled into his pants like his life depended on it.
"Babe, you should've texted when you got here!" She flashed me a grin, already halfway to the bathroom. "Your surprise is gonna blow your mind—that tattoo you've been obsessing over? Ryan's a freaking artist."
Not a hint of shame. Not even a blush.
I stood there gaping like a fish.
Before I could process anything, she shoved me toward the stranger—whose massive arms locked around me before I could blink.
The scent hit me first: sweat, musk, and something primal that made my knees wobble.
"Ryan Lowell. My latest upgrade." Sophia trailed a finger down my arm, her whisper sticky-sweet. "Enjoy the preview." Then she vanished, leaving her perfume and my racing pulse behind.
I melted against him. My cheeks burned.
Ryan was still shirtless, skin glistening from a hasty wipe-down. The heat radiating off his sculpted chest seared through my clothes, branding my back.
Knowing this walking Greek god belonged to Sophia? That twisted something ugly in my gut.
"She totally planned this," I muttered.
But my traitorous imagination was already sprinting ahead.
"Chloe? Earth to Chloe." Ryan snapped his fingers near my glazed-over eyes. "Gotta assess your skin before we pick the perfect spot."
I blinked hard, forcing my face neutral. "Right. Of course."
"Clothes off. Stand here."
That gravelly command sent electricity down my spine. I bit my lip, playing coy while slowly—so slowly—undoing my buttons.
The black lace bralette barely contained me as I arched just enough to watch his throat bob.
His gaze turned predatory. Identical to how he'd looked at Sophia minutes ago.
"Whoops." I tugged the neckline wider, fluttering my lashes. "How exactly does one... test skin elasticity?"
His pupils swallowed the hazel.
"Bed. Now."
I obeyed, shedding every scrap until my damp panties hit the tiles. Perched on the edge, legs parted, I watched him roll his stool between my thighs.
"The Succubus piece isn't quick." His breath ghosted over my inner wrist. "You'll need to behave."
Fire licked through my veins.
Something primal writhed under my skin, hunger pooling low.
Ryan noticed.
With a smirk, he swiped through my slickness and brought his finger to his lips. The groan he made curled my toes.
Then he destroyed me:
"Sweetheart, your man better keep you hydrated."
Sophia Evans tossed on a slouchy jacket and yanked me inside while the guy scrambled into his pants like his life depended on it.
"Babe, you should've texted when you got here!" She flashed me a grin, already halfway to the bathroom. "Your surprise is gonna blow your mind—that tattoo you've been obsessing over? Ryan's a freaking artist."
Not a hint of shame. Not even a blush.
I stood there gaping like a fish.
Before I could process anything, she shoved me toward the stranger—whose massive arms locked around me before I could blink.
The scent hit me first: sweat, musk, and something primal that made my knees wobble.
"Ryan Lowell. My latest upgrade." Sophia trailed a finger down my arm, her whisper sticky-sweet. "Enjoy the preview." Then she vanished, leaving her perfume and my racing pulse behind.
I melted against him. My cheeks burned.
Ryan was still shirtless, skin glistening from a hasty wipe-down. The heat radiating off his sculpted chest seared through my clothes, branding my back.
Knowing this walking Greek god belonged to Sophia? That twisted something ugly in my gut.
"She totally planned this," I muttered.
But my traitorous imagination was already sprinting ahead.
"Chloe? Earth to Chloe." Ryan snapped his fingers near my glazed-over eyes. "Gotta assess your skin before we pick the perfect spot."
I blinked hard, forcing my face neutral. "Right. Of course."
"Clothes off. Stand here."
That gravelly command sent electricity down my spine. I bit my lip, playing coy while slowly—so slowly—undoing my buttons.
The black lace bralette barely contained me as I arched just enough to watch his throat bob.
His gaze turned predatory. Identical to how he'd looked at Sophia minutes ago.
"Whoops." I tugged the neckline wider, fluttering my lashes. "How exactly does one... test skin elasticity?"
His pupils swallowed the hazel.
"Bed. Now."
I obeyed, shedding every scrap until my damp panties hit the tiles. Perched on the edge, legs parted, I watched him roll his stool between my thighs.
"The Succubus piece isn't quick." His breath ghosted over my inner wrist. "You'll need to behave."
Fire licked through my veins.
Something primal writhed under my skin, hunger pooling low.
Ryan noticed.
With a smirk, he swiped through my slickness and brought his finger to his lips. The groan he made curled my toes.
Then he destroyed me:
"Sweetheart, your man better keep you hydrated."
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