Page 122 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

Fuck.

I can’t believe I actually came.

I mean, okay. I’ve come plenty. But I’ve always faked it during sex. I had to finish myself off whenever my partner showered or fell asleep.

But Rurik the Virgin Angel?

Holy shit.

What the fuck was that?

He pulls away, and I reluctantly let him go. I watch as he shifts so he can lay beside me, his gaze taking in my naked body.

“Congratulations on getting laid for the first time, Rurik.” I tease, kissing his shoulder.

He rolls his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “I shouldn’t have told you that in the first place. Now, you’re not going to shut up about it.”

I shrug, glad he’s not running away yet. “Knowing I’m the one to take it is doing weird things to my brain, angel.”

Rurik makes a strangled sound before sighing. He leans his head against the headboard, looking at me. I sit up, adjusting my pillows to use as a cushion for my elbows as I lay on my side to face him. I look up at him and grin.

But his attention zeroes in on my shoulder.

He frowns, gently touching the bandage as if he just realized it’s there. “What happened here?”

Oh.

Fuck.

I forgot about that. “Oh, it’s nothing. I cut myself during work.”

His eyes narrow. “Work?”

“Yup.”

“And what do you do for work?”

I hesitate. I don’t know if Nat and Mr. Rogers trust Rurik enough for me to tell them what I am. “You know. Stuff.”

Before he can say something else, I blurt out, “Want to have a shower?”

Rurik frowns, “Sure. Oh, wait. Do you mean together? I’d rather not.”

“That’s okay!” I say, secretly glad he said that. I’m also not comfortable showering with other people. Not right now. “There are clean towels inside the cabinet.”

Rurik just nods, turning around and getting off the bed.

I stare at his beautiful ass as he bends down to pick up his clothes off the floor.

Awww, Rurik has a dimple on his left butt cheek. That’s cute!

He may have heard my mournful sigh, because he turns around and glares. I just grin innocently back.

“Sorry, I just got distracted by how beautifully sexy you are.”

To make a point, I make a show of checking him out from top to bottom. When I meet his gaze, I’m taken aback to see the hunger radiating off of them.

Before I can say anything, he drops his clothes and pounces on me.

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