She wraps her arms around my neck. “I want you inside me, Logan.” The sound of my name in her ecstasy-laced voice nearly sends me over the edge.

I slide in smoothly. “Say it again,” I mumble against the crook of her neck.

“Logan,” she calls, throaty and full of need. “Logan, Logan, Logan.”

Our bodies move together, finding rhythm and picking up a pace that throws us together into a shattering orgasm, and I link my fingers with hers.

I want to fuck away every terrible thing that happened to her today. I want her pleasure to erase all of the pain so that not an ounce of fear will be left, but as she intertwines her legs with mine, settling her head against my shoulder, I realize this girl never needs me to protect her. She doesn’t need anyone to protect her. She won’t be corrupted or shamed. Sierra won’t break.

My girl is not that fucking delicate.

Epilogue

Logan

“I don’t know how you put up with that relentless buzzing sound?” she asks, looking at me with those big blue doe eyes. I see it from my periphery, but I won’t take my focus off of this tattoo—not for a second.

She hasn’t flinched since I started. When the needle touched her skin, I saw her wince, and I wanted to stop, but she demanded I keep going, and what Sierra wants, Sierra gets.

After finishing the last bit of detail on the bird, a small swallow on the inside of her ankle, I place a kiss just above her knee.

“I hope you don’t do that to all of your clients,” she whispers, her eyes gleaming at me.

“Only you, but this is it, young lady. We’re not making this a habit.” I cover her tiny tatt with A&D and cellophane and pull off my gloves. Then, I pull her long, beautiful legs around my waist and settle her onto my lap.

“It’s adorable that you think I’m going to listen to you.”

She silences my argument by kissing me deeply as I wrap my arms around her waist.

“I love having you back,” I say against her lips. I trail the kiss down to her neck, her collarbone, sliding my hands up her shirt and toward her breasts.

“I love being back, but don’t get me started now. We don’t have time. I have to open the shop in five minutes.”

Naturally, I don’t listen. Sex is the only time my strong-willed princess isn’t so strong-willed. She doesn’t put up much of a fight when I slide her panties to the side, and she even helps me unzip my pants. In minutes, I have her panting my name in my ear. I wish every work day could start like this.

“It’s a good thing Murph is off today,” she says afterward, fixing her skirt and putting her shirt back on correctly.

“Yeah, and I have a feeling with this new initiative the city council is dropping on us, he’ll be out a lot. Which makes him very grumpy.”