Page 33 of Make Me Dream of You

“Okay,” she says quietly, a smile growing on her lips. The sight of it makes something flutter in my chest.

Livvy sits on the bed, then tucks her feet up and scoots back, bouncing a little on the mattress, a soft little giggle escaping her lips.

I’m not noticing her tits bounce, too. I’m not noticing her tits bounce. And I’m definitely not imagining jumping on the bed with her, making her bounce and laugh even more. Tell that to my cock which is already twitching.

I take out my iPad and stylus and open my sketching app, stealing glances at Livvy trying to get into a comfortable pose.

I don’t wait for her to settle. I start sketching. Her profile, the slope of her nose, her jaw. The line of her back, her hair. Her smile.

She looks up at me. “Hey, you’re not supposed to start, I’m not ready yet!” But there’s laughter in her voice and my chest vibrates with my own deep chuckle.

I try to capture this expression, the one where she’s trying to look serious, lips parted in frustration, but her eyes are bright, happy.

I can’t do it justice.

Finally, she settles in a spot, legs tucked in, hands in her lap. “Okay, now you can start. For real,” she says with a forced scowl.

It makes me smile. “Got it.”

I start a new blank page and start sketching out her form, trying to keep it loose. Just warming up. Reminding myself it doesn't have to be perfect.

“Stop squirming,” I say.

She bites her lips, shoulders bouncing. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to sit still this long.” She stretches an arm and tilts her head from side to side, her neck looking delicate and soft.

Fuck.

I start a new page as she repositions herself, this time with her back to me, legs bent off to one side. But when I look back up, she’s slipping the robe down her shoulders.

My heart pounds.

The silk falls off her shoulders and down her back, puddling around her waist.

She’s still and I don’t dare move or break the quiet.

The warm candlelight flickers and dances on her skin, every curve and line. So smooth, so pretty.

She turns her head to rest her chin on her bare shoulder, finally glancing at me. “I’m ready,” she says, her voice low and huskier than usual.

I can’t figure out what it is about her—this thing that makes me act like I’ve never had a naked woman in front of me before. Hell, I can only see her back and bare shoulders and it’s like I’ve just discovered girls don’t have cooties. Looking at her like this and the way my body physically reacts to her, feels wrong. Maybe that’s what it is. The forbidden.

I need to be professional. She’s Bex’s little sister and now my employee. Fuck.

So I put my head down and sketch. She’s shapes and lines and shadows—not a gorgeous naked woman with perfect lips I just want to?—

This time when I look back up at her, she’s pulled the robe away from around her waist. Still facing away from me, she tosses it casually to the floor.

I keep my eyes trained on her hair and her shoulders, not letting them trail down the crevice of her spine to her…

No, I will remain respectful.

Respectfully admiring her perfect ass.

Fuck.

She looks over her shoulder. “What position do you want me in?”

My dick swells and does she have no idea what she’s doing to me right now?

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