Page 141 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Did you miss me?” She teases, her eyes returning to that mischievous bright look I recognize.

I swallow hard, tracing the side of her jaw with my thumb. “No.”

“Really?” She raises a brow and shrugs. “That’s a shame because none of the other guys can satisfy me like you can.”

What the fuck did she just say?

My fingers wrap around the back of her neck again as I bring her face closer to mine. “What are you trying to say? Is that why you haven’t replied to my texts, huh?”

She frowns. “Huh?”

“Have you been seeing other men, Briar?” I growl, tightening my fingers around her. “How many have you been with while I was away?”

The little shit just smirks.

Fucking smirks at me.

“Answer me,” I demand, gently shaking her

“I love it when you’re jealous,” Briar licks the tip of my nose.

I made an exasperated sound and let go of her to get up. As soon as I turn around to leave, she grabs my wrist, forcing me to stop.

“Where do you think you’re going, angel?” Briar says as I turn around to face her again. She pulls on my wrist, forcing me to sit down beside her. I open my mouth to retort, but she beat me to it. “There’s been no one else but you. It’s dumb even to have you think otherwise. I’m feeling fucking insulted.”

I fight the urge to smile.

She lets go of me and crosses her arms. “And what about you, huh? Have you done things with other women?”

I sigh, shaking my head. “No, Briar. There’s only ever been you.”

Her face softens, and a small pink hue blossoms her cheeks, making her look even more adorable. She clears her throat and wrinkles her nose, “Good. I don’t need to remind you what would happen if there’s another woman.”

“You’re mine, Briar.” I simply say. “Which means I better not see you with any guys either. I don’t want to see any guy wrapping their puny arms around you, breathe near you, or even look at you.”

She raises a dubious brow. “Wow. Okay. This is different.”

“I have a new rule to add to my boundaries list.” I blurt out.

Her face darkens with annoyance. “Fucking great. Love your rules. What is it this time?”

“I think you might like this one,” I kiss her forehead. “The new rule is that we are exclusive.”

“Does that mean we can go on a public date?” She asks, looking hopeful.

Fuck.

I don’t want to be an asshole anymore, but I can’t have anyone know.

“No, Briar,” I say, ignoring how her face drops and how it feels like a punch in the gut. “No one can know about us, but I also don’t want to see other people. Just you.”

She stares at me for a second before sighing with defeat. She nods a small smile back on her face. “Yeah. Just you.”

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As soon as we entered her apartment, I slammed the door shut, pushed her across the living room, bent her over the couch, and fucked the orgasm out of her.

In round two, she asked if I wanted something to snack on as she made her way to the fridge, so I picked her up, spread her across the kitchen counter, and snacked on her delectable pussy.

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