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as though they were hugging
her the way he wanted to. The way he never ever thought he would be able to.
    A practical man, he’d considered himself pretty much ready
for anything. Now he knew better. Nothing could have prepared him for this.
    He closed his eyes for a moment. Immediately he imagined
that sleek golden body bare, open for his exploration. Her thick black hair
would be loose, waiting for his fingers to twine into it. Her lips would part,
the perfect rosy mouth seeking his kiss…
    Yanking himself out of the fantasy, he battled the urge to
cut and run, his toes curling into the cold concrete with a stomach-churning
combination of apprehension and excitement. Yet he’d already agreed to
Jasmina’s suggestion about extending his tattoo and he never went back on his
word.
    Besides , a little voice whispered inside, she
thinks your body—your cock, for Freyja’s sake—is beautiful.
    And it was that thought that finally helped him to drop the
jeans and get his reluctant feet to move. If she truly enjoyed looking at him,
far be it for him to deprive her of the chance.
    She was just trying to make you feel more comfortable.
Don’t let yourself believe anything will ever come of this. You’re a troll, and
she’s a beautiful woman.
    But not even those sensible thoughts could squelch his
arousal.
    He knew he was red with embarrassment and the lusty inferno
heating his blood, but that couldn’t be helped. Clinging to the thought that at
least she wasn’t fazed, he rounded the table, paused a couple of steps
away from where she was sitting, swinging back and forth on her stool. If he
went any closer, his erection would literally be in her face…
    With one huge step he turned to the table, presenting her
with his back so she wouldn’t see the bead of pre-come forming on the tip of
his cock. He swallowed, closed his eyes as it trickled slowly down toward his
balls. Was it possible to surreptitiously wipe it away without her noticing?
Probably not.
    Taking a deep breath, he gripped the edge of the table and
forced his voice to come out as evenly as possible.
    “Here okay?”
    “Perfect.” There was a little rustle of the special paper
she used to transfer her patterns, a brush of fingers against his ass. Vidar
bit back a groan. “Let’s get the pattern on.”
    Once she started inking him, things would settle down, he
was sure. The sting of the needle wasn’t particularly painful, but hopefully it
would take his mind off the fact he was naked with Jasmina touching him.
    There was a slight tingle as she enchanted the pattern onto
his back and buttocks.
    “Turn slightly to your left, please.”
    Without thought he did as she asked, his cock so hard it
didn’t even bob with the movement. Her fingers smoothed the paper around his
hip, down onto his thigh. Her scent, slightly smoky, with a hint of musk,
wafted to his nostrils. A shudder started at the base of his spine and rocketed
up his back.
    Think of something else.
    “Tell me one of your stories, Jazz.”
    Her fingers seemed to hesitate slightly, but there was
nothing but a hint of amusement in her voice when she replied. “I meant it when
I said I’ve told you all of them. I think I’m tapped out. Okay, turn the other
way now.”
    She was trying to kill him, he was sure. He turned, caught
sight of himself in the mirror at the back of the room. It was the first time
he’d ever seen himself naked and aroused, but it was the juxtaposition of his
and Jasmina’s bodies that really held his attention. His was so big and pale,
hers slim and tawny. They were so close together, touching, and that made
another shudder fire through his muscles. He swallowed a moan.
    “What about—” He stopped, swallowed again, then said the
first thing that came to mind. “You never told me how you came to be traveling
around in the first place. How about telling me that?”
    He’d already felt the pattern affix to his skin, but for a
moment she didn’t move. Looking into