Title: Dublin Ink
Series: Dublin Ink #1
Author: Sienna Blake
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 5, 2022
Grumpy bad boy tattoo artist, Conor Mac Haol, doesn’t trust anyone. Least of all the new seventeen-year-old juvie apprenticing at his beloved Dublin Ink as part of her probation.
She is way too pretty and way, way too young.
Coming from a broken home, Aurnia has had to grow up faster than most girls. She doesn’t need anyone telling her what to do.
Least of all Conor, her new (very hot, very muscled, very tattooed and very, very rude) boss who obviously hates her.
But Aurnia’s troubles reminds Conor too much of his dark past. He becomes obsessed with keeping her safe. Keeping her protected.
Even from him.
Especially from him.
Soon sparks and insults turn into broken rules and forbidden moments—until one final mistake seals their fate.
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His words said wait but his eyes said keep going. His knuckles white on the arms of the chair told me he was holding himself back by the last thread of his willpower.
He wanted me. He wanted me, bad. Any hesitation I had disappeared to dust.
One push was all it took to force my jeans down off my hips, to send them crumpling around my ankles. One step had me freed from the pool of material. One shuddering inhale as I watched him watching me.
“Aurnia,” he hissed, “y-you have to stop.”
“No,” I said, my fingers no longer shaking as I unclasped my bra, “you let me see you. Now you get to see me.”
I let the straps slide off my shoulders, let the cups fall off my breasts. My nipples hardened as he stared at me, half naked, his gaze like hands on my skin, spray-painting goosebumps all over me. He and I took a matching shuddering breath.
I stepped toward him, drawn to him like a magnet. I needed his hands on me. His mouth on me like a brush on canvas.
He stumbled to his feet, kicking back the chair with an awful scrap. “Stop. Please, Aurnia.”
I didn’t stop. Because he and I both knew that he didn’t really want me to. The painful looking bulge in his pants told the truth.
I slid my hands over myself, over my swollen breasts, my aching nipples, following my need down my stomach toward the centre of it, just under the waistband of my panties.
“I need you,” I admitted. “Right here.”
He let out a groan. “Jesus, Aurnia.” His voice sounded torn and ragged. “You’re only seventeen.”
I shrugged. “That’s legal in Ireland.”
Conor squeezed his eyes shut and mumbled something like a prayer.
“I promise you I feel like a woman,” I dipped my finger into my pussy lips, finding them already wet, “am soaking wet like a woman.”
Sienna Blake is a dirty girl, an Amazon Top 20 wordspinner of smexy love stories & a USA Today Bestselling Author.
She lives in Dublin, Ireland, where she enjoys reading, keeping fit and adding to her personal harem of Irish hotties ;)