Page 62 of Before I Loved You

She looks at me with a twinkle in her wide eyes. “I love this!”

“I thought you might.”

After several more hits, she wipes her forearm across her forehead, laughing as she hands me the bat and places a globe on the tee. “This is the most fun I’ve had in so long.”

Lining the bat up, I smack it against the globe and watch as bright splatters of green scatter across the wall.

“Damn.” I hear Sarah mutter and turn around to find her tilting her head, watching me with lustful eyes. “How do you look so hot while also looking like a member of the Ghostbusters team?”

Bending down, giving her a good view, I reach for another ball and place it on the tee. “Baby girl, you should know by now that I make anything look good.” Smack. The bat lands hard across the globe, sending the color black all over the easel.

Handing the bat over to her, I notice her chest heaving hard. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glossed, giving away desires running rampant within her right now.

My girl is horny.

And I plan on taking care of that.

Discreetly reaching for a brush, I dip it into a nearby jar and turn, facing her back as she lines up to swing. “You got some paint on you.”

She pauses, rotating around to look down at herself, covered in splatters of paint. “What do you mean? There’s paint all over—”

Her words cut off as my brush softly glides across her cheek.

“Oops…” I state, fully knowing this was no accident.

Her mouth parts in shock. Her gloved fingers reach up to wipe off a line of the paint. When she brings her fingers before her eyes, she finds neon pink staring right back at her. Dropping the bat to the ground, she laughs. “You have no idea what you just did.”

“Give me your best.” I wink.

Reaching for a bottle of yellow paint, she quickly uncaps the top. She turns and takes slow, leisurely steps toward me. Her hand extends for my zipper, and I watch in amusement as she slowly begins to unzip my jumpsuit before squirting the yellow mustard color across my white shirt while I make no motion to stop her.

“Oops.” She stands there, batting her thick lashes at me.

Without hesitating, I remove my arms from the jumper and unbutton my shirt, tossing it to the side. When my head swivels toward her, I find her licking her bottom lip, her eyes half-hooded.

“You might want to wipe off the drool on your chin.” My thumb brushes across the corner of her lip.

She sucks in her bottom lip, enjoyment evident on her face, but all of a sudden, she brings a paintbrush to my chest, creating a sizeable green zigzag along my torso, circling both of my nipples.

“Picasso would be proud.” She smirks, placing her hand on her hip, admiring her handiwork.

I shake my head, rubbing the stubble over my face. “Now, you’ve done it.”

In one swift go, I unzip her jumpsuit and tug her body to mine, rubbing the paint onto her as I tightly wrap her in a bear hug.

She squeals, laughter echoing in the room. “You’re getting paint on me!”

“Should have thought about that before you made me your next art project.”

Suddenly, she snakes out of her jumpsuit and gloves, leaving her in just her black dress, now featuring splashes of green paint. She steps away from me with a giant, satisfied grin.

With every step I take toward her, she takes one back until she finds herself backed against the easel.

“Looks like you got yourself trapped, baby girl. What are you going to do about it?” I remove my gloves and place my hands in the paint on the easel beside her head, caging her in. My hardened cock rubs against her stomach, eliciting a whimper between those luscious lips. Her warm, quick breaths caress my skin just below my collarbone as she tilts her face up, meeting my eyes.

“Let’s make art,” she says breathlessly.

And fuck me if those words don’t make me painfully hard.

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