Page 99 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

I look up and stare at Briar, knowing I probably look as crazed as I feel. She locks the door behind her and leans against it.

“What’s up with us and bathrooms?” Briar laughs, crossing her arms.

“What are you doing here?” I growl.

She needs to leave.

Get her to leave!

I’m pretty sure everything that is happening to me is her fault. Everything in my life was fucking fine until she came barging in.

The humor in her face vanishes. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. You were —”

I slam my body against hers, wrapping my hands on either side of her face and crashing her lips with mine.

Fuck!

Oh, god, she tastes… Shit, she tastes like the source of my imminent downfall.

I can’t keep doing this… What am I doing… I can’t stop…

No, I want more.

She tastes so fucking good.

I wrap a hand around her jaw, angling her face upward so I can trail kisses against her exposed neck and do what she loves doing to me — Suck and bite.

Give her another bruise to match with her older ones.

She releases a long moan, and I consume that immediately, her back hitting the door roughly as I press my body hard against it. She moans, and I can feel her hands on my chest, bunching my shirt with her fisted hands.

I bite her pouty lower lip, tasting blood on my tongue. I shove my tongue inside when she gasps again, tasting, consuming, and swallowing every sound she’s making.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I can’t stop.

I can’t stop.

I groan when her hand rubs against my hard dick. I let go of her face momentarily, only so I can help her unzip my pants. Once she shoves my boxers down, my dick springs free. My hands go back to wrap around her neck and face, while hers wrap around my painfully hard cock.

“Fuck,” I groan out, pressing our foreheads together as she strokes me roughly. “Your hand feels so smooth and warm, Briar.”

It’s fucking with me.

Literally.

I stare into her eyes, thankful she's not saying anything for once. We continue to attack each other's mouths until one of us needs to pull away for air. Whenever that happens, I focus on her neck, and she pulls my hair.

She smells so fucking good. I want to bottle her scent and spray it all over my pillow.

I can’t believe I just thought of that.

I can’t believe we’re still going at it.

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