The thought of Sam being locked up in this tiny room with a naked girl makes me cringe. I can only imagine how often they throw themselves at him. He’s basically sizzling hot sex on a stick, and I can’t be the only one irresistibly drawn to him.

“No, they always keep their clothes on,” he answers. “I’m a professional.”

Something tells me he’s only saying that to make me feel better.

He positions me where he can reach my body easily with his tools and slowly caresses my right ass cheek with his hand.

I’m suddenly nervous.

“Still trust me?” he asks. “Last chance. Speak now or forever hold your peace. I’ll do it right here.” Leaning down, he kisses a spot and lets his lips linger.

I sense this is important to him. I can’t imagine why.

“Go ahead. I’m ready.”

While Sam works on the tattoo, he keeps up a steady stream of funny stories to keep my mind off the stinging pain. It hurts like a bitch. I can’t help wondering what he’s drawing. Maybe a little flower? A flower would be nice.

“Are you still hanging in there okay?” he asks after a while. “Not too much longer.”

Finally, he stops working and stands back to take a look. He goes dead silent.

Uh oh. That isn’t a good sign.

“Before you freak out, I need to explain about the tattoo,” he finally says.

I close my eyes. Oh my God. What has he tattooed on my ass? And why did I let him do it? My mind is already thinking about booking laser treatments to get it off.

I’m terrified to look.

Sam grabs a big handheld mirror and holds it behind his back.

“You can yell at me all you want, just no slapping, okay?” he says, only half-joking. He’s clearly worried about my reaction. “If you absolutely hate it, I can turn it into something else. Maybe. I can’t promise anything.”

“You’re scaring me,” I say. “Let me see it. Stop stalling.”

He hesitates then holds up the mirror for me. The second I see the tattoo, tears spring into my eyes.

I love it.

The tattoo is a delicate infinity circle with the name ‘Sam’ in cursive within one side of the loop and ‘Lila’ on the other.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

And the most wonderful present anyone has ever given me.

I look into Sam’s worried eyes and my heart breaks.

What am I doing to him? To us?

I can’t keep this up any longer.