Page 167 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

I freeze. What the fuck?

He laughs, kissing my shoulder as he explains, “You were right, Briar. I should have given them more credit, you know? When I told them about us, they looked at me as if they weren’t sure they should act surprised.”

I grin, “Yeah, they had a bet going. Not sure who bet what, but... They pretty much knew I was into you from the beginning.” I glance over at him again and wink. “I guess they knew you eventually couldn't resist my awesome charm.”

“Awesome charm?” He mutters with a scoff. “More like incessant, aggravating harassment.”

“And yet, you’re still here.” I grin as he wraps both arms around my waist and pulls me tightly against him.

“Yeah,” Rurik says quietly. “I’m still here.” He breathes heavily, his lips pressing behind my ear.

We continued talking, not caring that our skins were becoming pruney and the water was becoming cold. We just stayed in the tub, his arms holding me against him while my hands ran along his muscular thighs and calves.

Occasionally, I would feel Rurik kissing the back of my head, neck, and shoulders, even lifting my hands to kiss the back.

I noticed he becomes increasingly hands-on whenever we get back together after a fight. It's like he's using his hands and mouth to apologize for the hurt and anger that caused the rift between us.

But whatever, I'm not complaining... I fucking love it when Rurik gets all adorably affectionate.

“I’m really sorry,” Rurik randomly says after I told him a story of Nat accidentally setting her oven on fire.

I frown, turning my head to look at him. “For what, angel?”

But he just shakes his head and forces a smile. “Nothing. Never mind.” He surges forward and kisses me, preventing me from saying anything.

“Did you miss me, angel?” I ask as his lips trail beneath my ear.

Rurik breathes deeply, his nose skimming my neck as he grins against my skin.

“No.” He says, then proceeds to kiss me.

I turn my body to face him, settling between his legs. My legs are bent, draping over his legs. I could feel his hardening dick brushing against my pussy as we continued to kiss. He groans as his hands grip my hips, tugging me closer against him.

“You’re going to make my poor dick fall off,” Rurik groans as he leans back.

I grin, kissing his chest as I push myself up on my knees so I’m now straddling him. I can feel the tip of his hard cock poking between my legs. I lick his jaw, his low rumbles sending an electric jolt to my insides as I slowly lower myself on him.

“Fuuuuuck,” Rurik groans loudly, throwing his head back when he’s entirely inside me. “I’m so fucked.”

“Yeah, angel.” I snicker against his neck. “You are getting fucked.”

He grumbles something, but I can’t understand a word he says as I ride him. The sounds of water splashing on the floor and the echoes of our mix of moans and groans bouncing off the bathroom tiles.

I pull my lips away from him to find him staring at me. Any smartass quips I wanted to say are stuck in my throat with the intense look in his eyes. He swallows hard, touching my cheek and leaving it there. He’s breathing heavier, his brows furrowing. His eyes droop, his teeth peeking out as he bites on his bottom lip.

I trace his lip with my thumb to release it. His eyes fly open again, and he mumbles something I can't hear. Because, fuck… the noises coming out of me are almost embarrassing, even for me.

He leans forward, capturing one of my nipples with his mouth. His tongue tracing it in circles as he hungrily groans.

“Shit, baby,” Rurik sighs, nipping my breast. “I fucking hate you.”

“Funny,” I respond by riding him faster. “You don't fuck me like you hate me.”

He lets out a groan, dropping his forehead between my breasts. “Goddamnit, Briar. Why did you come and fuck up my life?”

“Angel,” I say as his hips thrust harder to match mine. “You fucked mine the moment I laid eyes on you and your art.”

He takes a deep breath, pressing his lips against my neck and murmuring something. But I can’t hear him because of the raging fire burning through me as I cling to him.

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