“I’ll be going to New York soon. Can you get me two more finished paintings by then?”
“I’m going to be meeting with the model tomorrow. I should be able to complete these sketches, then get to coloring them.”
“Good.” Joy studied the completed painting again. “What is her name?”
Sette hesitated, not that she expected Joy to recognize her model. “June.”
“Wow.” The agent turned away. “How classic.”
Glad we’re on the same page. Sette had been doing research on the name recently and discovered that it was derived fromJuno,the Roman goddess of love and marriage.Not to mention, the queen of the gods.Perfect for a woman as beautifully rough as June Kingsley. “It’s an unconventional name for a woman as young as her, but it suits her.”
“To be sure.” Joy’s phone rang. “Hello? Joy Cheung speaking.”
Joy left only a few minutes later. Sette gazed at her canvases, in awe not of skill, but how well June’s beauty spilled from paint. If Sette wasn’t careful, she would become lost in a world that did not exist. Not until she was back in that bedroom with her, anyway. Shit. Maybe Zara was right.Nah. Sette wasn’t the type to fall in love with a woman like June. She hoped.
Women like Sette had no right to speak of self-control when they spat in its face – and lost themselves in women like June.
To be fair, Sette knew she would make love to her when she came to see June that Wednesday. What she didn’t count on, however, was going to her only halfway through her work so she could inhale that flowery perfume.
“What is that? Rose?” The words were barely uttered. Sette was so enraptured with her body that every other word was punctuated with a heavy kiss to her naked skin.
“What?” Apparently, June was lost in what they did as well. “Huh?”
“This perfume.” Sette breathed the scent in deeply, exhilarated. “Is it roses?”
“Oh!” Was that from understanding what she meant, or from Sette’s hand rubbing her between the legs? “Lavender!”
Lavender? Now Sette imagined June in a bed of lavender, like she was in her own bed right now. They had started with June posed by the bright window, hair covering her body, but her coy look expressing everything she thought. Those come-hither eyes had been the undoing of Sette Christie. She wouldn’t be able to work until she had spent more money than she ever intended. Funny how little she cared about the money now.Every woman has her hobby… maybe spending money on her is mine.
“You like it, huh?” The purr in June’s voice made the poor woman too eager to bear.
“You mean the perfume… or you?”
“Both. Fuck me.”
She was already naked, and Sette was half naked. Even so, she didn’t want to be inside her quite yet. Sette would rather explore her skin, kissing this, licking that, becoming acquainted with what made June’s body so unique and irresistible. It may not have been good form for an artist to become so enamored withher model on a personal level, but this was different. June knew how to separate herself from the work.
Did Sette?Fuck off with that question. Her fingers sank into June, enveloped in an intoxicating heat that made her fuck her with purpose – the purpose of getting June off.
Sette wanted to watch her come before she lost her mind. Even if June faked it, Sette wanted to enjoy the fantasy she paid for. Anything that fueled her imagination.
“Oh, my God!” June thrust against Sette’s hand, those mesmerizing breasts hypnotizing her as they swayed with every movement. “You feel so good!”
She tried not to laugh. She may not have paid for any other woman in her life, but she was pretty sure that was puresex workertalk. At the very least, her voice was not convincing. The rest of her, however? Sette was sure that was allherwork.
“You don’t have to say anything,” she told June. She’d rather not hear the platitudes, unless June truly meant them, even if they were an unconscious reaction to something she truly felt. “You don’t have to do that with me.”
June opened her eyes to give her a stinging look. That only made Sette want her more.
Indeed, it took renewed self-control not to plunge into her right now. Sette had succumbed to June’s wiles a lot sooner than she intended – sex was supposed to be Sette’s reward for a good day’s work. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t draw it out a little bit. Make sure June was truly ready for her. Feel her body close around her fingers. Watch her arch her back and spread her legs wider. Smell that wonderful fragrance that emerged from her body. Hear those guttural moans that no woman could fake. All Sette did was fuck her with her fingers – and maybe suck one of her nipples – and she was already coming.
She didn’t delude herself into thinking she was that good. Or that June was that easy. But she did go ahead with the idea that Sette was willing to have fun if June was, too.
“Fuck!” June’s hands snatched the bed covers, body stiffening as every breath caught in her throat. Sette couldn’t pull her fingers out if she wanted to.
She didn’t let June rest. By now, Sette was so famished for her that she only wanted to feel how good June was around the rest of her.
June welcomed a kiss to the lips and Sette’s hips between her legs. Before long, Sette had what she wanted – and June instantly groaned beneath her.
