Chapter 4
I forgot about my orgasm. About my assignment. About the fact that I was still sitting there with my c**k hanging out and my shirt undone in the house of a man I’d never heard of twenty-four hours previous. I couldn’t stop staring at the etchings on Leandro’s chest, a design of my own creation.
“That’s not possible.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
“Anything is possible.”
“The only people who believe that are zealots and idiots.”
He smiled. “Some people would think I fall into both categories.”
The curve of those full lips threw me back into the blow job too easily, and I hastily tucked myself back into my jeans. “I’m not kidding, you know. That tattoo isn’t a laughing matter.”
“Do you hear me laughing?”
“But I don’t know you.” Without being so exposed, I could finally
