But they’d come up with what they thought was an excellent plan—fuck me through the sessions, giving me pleasure to combat the pain. And it was as delicious as it was hot, but it didn’t make the agony of tiny needles being jabbed into my skin any better.

Avery’s watercolors covered the rest of my skin, with geographic shapes, leaves, and the traces of animals peeking out in his trademark style. Luke’s swallow flew away from Rylan’s line, chasing it across my wrist—right over his claiming bite.

He’d had a good time with that one.

Now Ben was finishing his cupcake on the side of my forearm. The piece was stunning, and I loved having their ink on my skin just as much as I loved their bites. But fuck, I was ready for it to be over.

Luke sealed his mouth over my clit, drawing deep and reaching out to stroke over his bite at the same time. I jerked in the chair, the combination of stroke and tongue setting me on fire. “What are you doing to me?”

Sitting back, Luke licked his lips. “I thought it was obvious, sweetheart. But If I’m not distracting you enough, clearly I need to try harder.”

He slid two fingers inside me and continued with his tongue, still stroking my wrist with one hand, forcing me up and over the edge far, far too easily.

The little private room echoed with my orgasm.

“Good girl.” He licked my clit slowly and lazily, like it was a lollipop. “Now stay still for Ben.”

Buzzing sounded next to me, and I closed my eyes. It was almost over. They were right. I could make it. And the orgasms did help, even if it felt weird to be entirely naked in their studio.

Being wholly naked wasn’t necessary, but they insisted.

But after tonight, we would have to be careful. The show started filming next week, starting with Eva’s first tattoo appointment. She’d wanted a full back piece, but her agent said no, so she talked him into a half-sleeve.

There wouldn’t be cameras in the studio all the time, but like hell was I getting naked in here, just in case.

Regardless, people were excited about the show, and it was going to be amazing both for Eva and my guys. A win for everyone. Eva got her edgier image, the studio got exposure, and I got to watch everyone I loved shine.

Eva and I had quietly swapped images, slowly switching, so by the time the show aired, she’d be in full bad bitch mode, and I got to wear the soft pretty things I’d always wanted. And no one was calling me a copycat now.