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“Wait!” Her fingers flex, nails digging into my stomach. “The monsters in your paintings … they’re you.”

I smile against her skin. “Of course, they are. And you’re the angel, destined to become his obsession forever.” I lift my head and press another kiss to her lips. “Red or green?”

“What? For what?”

“Does it matter?” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “You’re always going to say green, no matter what the options are.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I?” I capture her chin between my fingers and kiss her again, hard and fast. “I want to pull down your pants and tongue fuck you right here in the classroom. So, red or green … Kitten?”

Chapter 75

Arabella

He made me the angel in his art, and he has always been my beautiful monster in the dark. Even though we’ve been apart all this time we’ve always been entwined in each other’s lives.

I lick my lips. “You know we could get caught.”

“Red or green?” he repeats. “And I don’t give a fuck if we are.”

The familiar excitement settles low in my stomach, and the hardness of his cock pressing to my center through his jeans makes my pussy throb. This man is my weakness, and he always will be. Every step of the tour we’d taken, I’d wanted to claw at Linda and Lacy’s faces because of the way they eye-fucked him every time he looked in their direction.

This man is mine. He always has been, irrevocably, since that first day in the kitchen at the house back in Michigan.

“Green.” I’m already breathless and aching.

His nostrils flare, the heat in his eyes burning me down to the tips of my toes. “Good girl.”

His mouth teases mine with an almost kiss, but when I lean forward to deepen it, he backs away with a soft laugh. When he crouches and pulls off my sneakers then peels down my yoga pants and panties, I glance nervously toward the door. I’m sitting half-naked in a classroom. What if one of the tours is scheduled to come our way? The thought of a group of ex-students and one of the teachers discovering us has my cheeks hot and my pussy wet.

“Eyes on me, Kitten.”

That deep, dark growl snaps my attention back to the man now kneeling between my spread legs. “Eli—”

“Shh,” His hands grip my thighs, and he draws my legs over his shoulders. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself.”

I tip my head back at the first swipe of his tongue against my slick eager flesh. With one hand braced on the surface of the desk, I tangle my other hand in his hair and rock against his hungry mouth. I groan when his tongue flicks over my clit. Any thought of being caught evaporates. All that matters is the pleasure Eli is giving me.

A finger pushes inside me, slowly thrusting in and out.

I fight against the urge to close my eyes and keep my gaze on the face buried in my pussy. “Oh, Eli.”

He hums in answer, the vibrations rippling straight through me, making my toes curl. A second finger joins the first, and he fucks me with them in a smooth, steady rhythm.

“Please.” My plea comes out on a mewl.

Eli raises his head. “What do you want, Kitten?”

“I … I want to come.”

His tongue toys with my clit, his lips sealing around it as he sucks. I bite down on my lip hard to stop myself from screaming. His grip on my thighs tightens, his nails digging into my skin.

A strangled cry tears from my mouth as I orgasm and arch up off the desk. Squeezing my legs together, I clamp them around his head, relishing the way he continues to lap and suck at me.

When he taps my thigh, I relax my legs to free him. He lifts his head, a lazy smile curling his lips.

“As much as I love having your legs wrapped around my head, and I can’t think of a better way to go, I’d like to live a few more years before I suffer death by pussy.”

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