“You’re late.”

Rook’s voice met me the second I stepped through the unlocked door. The shop was dark except for the single light over the client chair. He stood there already hard, jeans open, cock in his hand, stroking slow while he watched me.

“I almost didn’t come,” I said.

“But you did.” He nodded at my clothes. “Off. All of it. I want you bare when I finish this piece.”

I stripped. Cool air tightened my nipples and brushed the healing ink high on my inner thigh. He pointed to the chair. I climbed on and spread without being told. He rolled between my legs, snapped on gloves, and...