Page 101 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

When I look into her eyes again, relief consumes me as she stares back with her usual smugness and grin.

After tucking myself back in my pants, I look down at her.

Oh, shit.

Like a fucking caveman, I feel a surge of possessiveness seeing my cum all over her front like I just marked her as mine. My eyes roam all over her greedily like some idiot, seeing my release all over her skirt, belly, and some on her cleavage.

Chill the hell out, asshole. Don’t be weird.

I quickly stomp down the feeling of raging male satisfaction.

She follows my gaze and looks down at herself. Her mouth drops open, and she gasps. “Um. Wow. Okay.”

I grimace, ready to apologize. But then she makes the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, and I can't stop staring at her.

She giggles.

She continues giggling until she's full-on laughing.

“Holy shit. You made a mess, angel.” She lifts her cum-sprayed skirt and grins up at me.

“I made a masterpiece.” I can feel my lips about to betray me by grinning back, so I quickly kiss her forehead and turn around.

“Why can’t you leave me alone, Briar?” I sigh as I gently grab her arm and pull her with me.

I genuinely want to know why she can’t leave me alone. Even when I don’t talk to her for days, she still fills my every waking thought.

Sometimes dreams.

Chapter 16

Briar

This is the day I am going to die.

Or am I dreaming? Did my angel just kiss me on the forehead and is now helping me clean his release off of me?

It takes a lot to stun me.

I’m usually the one who stuns people.

So imagine my surprise when I just stand there like a dumb little bitch, my hands out under the running water while Rurik gently scrubs them for me.

This is weird for him, right?

“I asked you a question, Briar,” Rurik says roughly, glancing at me with an annoyed frown. He turns off the sink and grabs paper towels.

“Huh?” I stupidly ask, watching him dry my hands. God, his fingers are so soft... I want to know how they feel caressing my bare skin.

“Briar,” Rurik growls, his voice laced with annoyance.

Okay, technically, I could do all this shit myself. But why the hell should I do that when this is such a rare opportunity?

Rurik Campbell is willingly touching me.

“Oh, sorry.” I blink, then grin up at him. “I got distracted by how heavenly your touch feels, angel.”

Rurik huffs and repeats his question. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”

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