Damn the Devil.

McKenna's POV.

"Your hair is so silky and smooth," I muttered as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, pulling on the strands while massaging his scalp.

"Mhmm."

Dixon had his head on my lap as he had his eyes closed. We arrived at his office a couple of hours ago. Dixon only needed to sign some documents after which he complained of having a headache. I leaned back on the sofa I was sitting on as I gently ran my hands through his hair.

Dixon's tie and jacket were lying on the arm of the chair. He had the top few buttons of his shirt loosed, giving me a good view of his toned body. He also had his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showing off his tattoos. Sometimes, I always wondered how this handsome man became my boyfriend. I took my hand from his hair to trace his tattoos. He let out a whine, making me giggle.

"Your tattoos are so sexy. When did you get it?" I said, tracing the words on his arm. His eyes followed my finger before bringing his gaze back to mine.