Making His Baby(188)

“I don’t know, Mollie. I can just call his father and see what he wants to do.”

“You are passing up the chance to see Tanner in person? Come on. He’s gorgeous, right?” Her voice sounds incredulous as I close my eyes. “I know you think so, Penelope. Come with me. Talk to him. Get a tattoo, for fuck’s sake. Shake things up a bit.” Mollie has been trying to get me to loosen up for as long as I have known her.

“A tattoo? No!” I protest as she laughs at the other end.

“Come with me while I get mine. Talk about ideas and I’ll add my two cents, then we go get dinner and a drink. You can write that off for work since it is with your photographer, right?” Mollie teases me as I imagine Tanner’s intoxicating blue eyes in my mind.

“What time is your appointment?” I ask her after a long sigh.

“Eight. You know where it is?” Mollie asks me as I run a hand through my hair.

“Yes.” We end the call with a promise to meet at the shop and I rest my head in my hands.

What am I getting myself into?

I email Norm and give him the times for the commercial, including Marshall in the exchange. I plan to tell Marshall about my meeting with Mollie later, skipping the part about going to City Ink. Technically, there was nothing wrong with going there but I like the idea of it being a secret, at least for now. I spend a little while jotting down ideas on my computer as well as to kill time before lunch with Marshall since Mollie will be the one to determine the details on the photo shoot.

Once I finish with the notes, I check in on my other projects and the teams I have working on them with me. I trust my people implicitly and work closely with them, promising to stop by after lunch to talk to them. I spend the better part of my day with my teams in the afternoon after meetings with Marshall and today is no exception. I need to think about work, not Tanner.





CHAPTER 4


TANNER



I head to the shop after running some errands, hitting the private bathroom in the back for employees after I tell everyone hi. Penelope has me all kinds of worked up and I can’t get the sweet scent that she wore out of my nose as I rip the button of my jeans open.

Damn it. I look back to assure myself that the door is locked before I take my hard, painful cock into my hands. The second I saw Penelope, I got hard. I want to send my dad and the head guy out of the room and nail her right there on the desk. Her ass is juicy and tits just the way that I like them. I could see some innocence in her big green eyes but the part of me that is hot right now wants to change that.

I want to make her scream my name, begging for more. I saw the look in them as I damn near pressed her against the wall in the office, wide and hungry. Her style is business conservative but I imagine her wearing a black lace bra and panties underneath, at least until I rip them off.

My hand moves hard and fast with the images and I close my eyes as I lean my head back. I just fucked a girl two nights ago after giving her some ink. I should be fine for a little while but no… I’m hard as fucking steel and need to come before I think about anything else today. I shoot down to the floor, not caring about clean up right now.

“Fuck me,” I hiss as I jerk forward with the movement, surprising myself with the force of the release. I glance down as there’s a tap at the door, wincing as Trinity calls my name.

“Tan? You in there?” she calls as I reach for tissue to clean off my cock, breathing in at the sensitivity of it. That is new with jerking off.

“Yeah. I’ll be right out.” I clean the floor and toilet seat, checking it again before I wash my hands. I’m not an asshole.

I leave the bathroom and go to the front where my head artist is at the desk, looking over appointments for the day. “What’s up?”

“Do you think we can get a sandwich at the deli before we have our meeting? I got up late and I’m starving!” Trinity looks at me with pleading brown eyes as she tosses her pink-this-week hair over her shoulder and I let out a drawn-out sigh.

“Fine. If we must.” She knows how much I love the place and it’s not an issue. Hell, she is my best artist and I’d buy her lunch. It is a write-off for me. She gave me a sweet, fake smile.

“Thank you, boss.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I murmur as I lean over to take a look at the day’s schedule. “Pretty full.”

“Mollie’s coming in to finish her back tattoo tonight, though. I think this is it.” Trinity beams and I smile at her. It is probably some of the best work in Trinity’s career and I look forward to seeing the finished product.

Mollie is hot too, so seeing her wouldn’t be a hardship. She flirts with me every time she comes in but I haven’t tapped that. I was dating a girl for a few months up until two weeks ago when I decided to end things. I didn’t feel too much for her to begin with and being more than casual was all her idea.