“Did you take the Advil I gave you this morning?” I ask.

“Yeah. Right before I came here,” Sarah says as she lies on my table with her legs spread.

“Good.”

As my gloved fingers play with her pussy lips, her breathing grows heavy and I give in to temptation to give her a little kiss. My tongue caresses the site where I’ll pierce her.

I swear I didn’t mean to turn this into a sexual situation.

We’re in the middle of my tattoo shop, and even though I don’t have any appointments, the door is unlocked and anyone could walk in here.

There’s a screen that hides Sarah from the prying eyes of the public, but that’s not going to mute her moans and cries as well.

“Do you do this to all your clients?” Sarah asks in a sexy, raspy voice.

“No. Just the good girls.”

To my relief, Sarah laughs.  

I have slept with some clients in the past, but I never eat them out. I can tell Sarah that, but I don’t know if she actually wants to hear about me banging other girls. It’s probably best to keep this conversation light.

I’m having enough trouble trying to decode the way I feel about her. I’m still trying to decide when to tell Sarah that I want us to be together—not just for one month, but for as long as she’ll have me.

I know. I’m being a dumb-ass. I should’ve told Sarah right after I put the bottles in her drug storage room.

Hell, there was a nice moment yesterday that I missed when she told me we were both crazy. I’ll admit that little line made my insides feel all warm and fuzzy.

But Donna’s texts were on my mind, and the moment slipped away. Fucking Donna, going around ruining lives.

With this piercing, I can at least buy some time. I can keep her around for another month, at least.

Sarah shivers with pleasure on my table, clutching onto the faux-leather surface with her hands. This is not the first time I’ve made her come on my table, and I don’t want this to be the last time.

“Thank you, Sir,” Sarah says breathlessly as she descends from her peak.

“I just wanted to get one last taste of you before I do the piercing,” I say.

“Does it really take a whole month for the piercing to heal?” she asks, half-sulking.

There’s no way she doesn’t know how cute she looks. She makes my chest tighten when she makes that face. I just want to grab her and pet her like she’s some helpless little baby animal.

“Yeah. There’s no way around it.” A filthy thought pops into my mind. “As we established yesterday, though, you still have other holes for me to use.”

Sarah blushes, her gaze flicking wildly all over the parlor.

Funny how she can be all dirty and raunchy one moment, and then becomes bashful and reserved the next. I love them all, all the different versions of her.

I just haven’t been able to bring myself to tell her.

No.

I can do this.

There’s nothing to fear.

Yes, my sister let her dark longing destroy herself.

But Sarah’s not like that. She’ll be different.

“Luca,” she says with worry in her eyes, “when the piercing heals, will you still be here?”

“Yeah.” I give her a smile. “Of course.”

I don’t know what I was worried for.

Yes, we’re both damaged people. But, maybe Sarah’s right.

Maybe we are both the same kind of crazy. Maybe we can make this work.

If there’s the smallest chance that we can make it, I want to give it a try.

I think I’m finally ready to tell her now . . . except she’s lying half-naked and spread-eagled on my table in the middle of my tattoo parlor, with her pussy in my face.

Really not the right setting for a historic moment.

“I’m going to have to sterilize that pussy again.” I shoot Sarah a grin as I get up from my chair. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

After I give Sarah this piercing—it shouldn’t take long—we’ll go somewhere nice for dinner and have a long talk about this . . . whatever we have right now. By the end of the night, hopefully I can finally call this a relationship.