Page 142 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

In round three, she got a call from Natalie, and they started talking about work. I still hate what she does for a living, but I learned to tune them out. I find that pinning her against the wall and fucking her with her legs wrapped around my waist as I sucked her neck during these so-called work calls helped me a lot.

In round four, we finally made it to her bed. I fucked her slowly with her on top of me as I glanced at the little slice of paradise canvas I painted behind her. I still remember the day Briar heard me explain the importance of this painting. I came hard inside her at the thought of someday taking Briar to that place.

Then, in round five, Briar had to beg me to stop so she could shower. I agreed, but only if I could shower with her. She hesitated for a second but said yes. After she finished shampooing and conditioning her hair, I volunteered to wash her with the body wash. When she reluctantly agreed, I began to lather her body with my hands, mindful not to touch the bandaid on her wrist, shoulder, and the scars on her back that I've noticed she's sensitive about. Every time I breathed, I was consumed with her addicting scent and soft skin.

I may have told her I needed to be thorough and stroked my hard cock with the body wash, wrapped one of her legs around my waist, and shoved my soapy dick inside her tight, warm pussy. Now she’s clean every inch of her body, so she can’t complain.

Shit.

I’m getting hard again just thinking of those rounds.

“Come near me with that monster dick, and I will squeeze it so hard, it’ll shrivel up inside your ballsack and fall.” Briar snaps as I wrap my arms around her.

I pout.

So much for round six.

“You’ll never do that.” I tease her.

She sighs dramatically, glaring at my dick. “You’re right. I enjoy it very much. But not now!” She adds when I move closer. “I’m fucking sore, Rurik. Geeze, I can’t believe I’m the one who has to tell you to stop.”

“Hey, you asked for this!” I say, pinching her ass.

She hits my chest in retaliation. “Leave me alone.”

“No,” I nip her earlobe.

“Rurik!” She hisses adorably, trying to elbow me off of her. “Fuck off.”

“This sounds eerily familiar,” I say against her ear, wrapping my arms behind her. I kiss the side of her neck. “Pretty sure I’m the one who told you those things. How does it feel to have someone do the same thing to you?”

Briar scowls, but I see her lips curve no matter how much she tries to hide it.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my angel?” She says, glaring at me playfully.

“You fucked him, and he became a changed man,” I smirk, kissing her shoulder before letting go to walk over to her bed. I sit down, scoot back to lean against the headboard, and watch her braid her hair.

She looks at me from the reflection in the mirror and smiles. “It’s weird seeing you here still, angel.”

I frown. “Do you want me to leave now?” I glance at my watch. “I mean, it is almost midnight.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Briar says quickly. “I just mean… You know. Usually, you’d run away by now.”

I swallow hard and shrug. “It’s late. No one will see us.”

When she finishes doing her hair, she walks over to the bed and crawls into it to sit beside me. I immediately lift my arm to wrap it around her shoulders. She sighs happily, and it does something to my insides.

Fuck, what is happening to me today?

I should leave. I’m becoming too comfortable around her, and I don’t know how I feel about that.

I clear my throat, “Before I saw you at the park this morning, how was your day?”

The change was immediate. She stiffens against my arm, and I had to fight the urge to tighten my grip.

“Fine,” She answers with a slight shrug. “I needed some fresh air, so I went outside.”

“Yeah, I get that,” I say, kissing the side of her head before I can stop myself.

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