“You regretting it yet?” he asks with a smirk.
“Absolutely not.”
I move to him, pressing my lips to his.
I’ve since opened my own gallery in Chelsea. It’s not far from home and the perfect area for it. We have a lot of openings here, and I love showcasing local artists’ work. Aside from that, I offer weekly classes and bi-monthly paint nights. One of them is for kids. I loved modeling, but art was always my first love. I stillmodel now and then, but nothing like I used to. This is so much better.
“I’m just not sure I’ll ever do a children’s paint night again,” I say, causing him to laugh. Of course it’s not the truth, since the next three are already sold out, but this was more than I thought it would be. Kids are crazy.
“Aw, but you are so cute with all that paint and glitter all over you,” he taunts. I cut him off with a kiss, my hands sliding around his back and pulling him closer to me. His body is warm and firm, so perfect, so right.
“So, what now?” he asks in a husky voice.
I glance past him to the back room.
“Well, we haven’t fucked in here yet.”
He laughs again, but I grab his hand to bring him to the back room. I’d love to fuck him right here, but there are too many windows for people to see through. Closing the door, I grab his hips again and move toward the desk.
“Let me bend you over my desk and fill you up.”
“Please do,” he breathes out.
I smile against his lips before kissing him. I’ll never grow tired of kissing him.
“Get undressed.”
I step away from him and go around the desk to pull out a small bottle of lube that I’ve kept in there for this occasion.
“You did not,” he says, his voice muffled as he removes his shirt.
“Oh, but I did. And for good reason.”
“Ridiculous,” he says with a smile.
“I choose to call itprepared.” I move around my desk. “Now finish taking those clothes off before I rip them off and you have nothing to walk home in.”
“So bossy,” he mutters under his breath.
“And you fucking love it.”
I get the lube open before getting myself undressed. Austen hops up on the desk, but I shake my head.
“Nope. I’m bending you over this.” I tap the desk.
His brow raises and I lift my finger to spin it in a circle, telling him exactly what I want.
Biting on his bottom lip, he flashes his bright blue gaze at me as he hops off, his hard dick bouncing, and he does as I say without protest. Bending over the desk, he presses his forearms to it and looks at me over his shoulder with a smirk.
Fuck, he’s so hot. And he’s all mine.
I drop to my knees behind him, spreading him wide to lick from his sac to his hole. He groans loudly, grinding against my face. I spear my tongue inside him, gripping onto his cheeks to hold him open for me.
“Fuck, Cameron!”
I chuckle as I give him one last lick, then pop open the lube I still managed to keep in my hand and douse his crease with it. Massaging it in, I slide a finger into him without hesitation, working him nice and slow until he’s good enough to add a second.
“No more,” he says, panting.
