Page 27 of Assassin

He shook his head.

“Not since you. In fact, today is the first day I didn’t feel rage and like I needed to paint something. Well, unless you’re going to let me paint you.”

She looked up.

Oh, well, that intrigued the fuck out of her. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she was willing to let his artistic creativity run wild.

She wanted to run with him.

“I like your place, and okay. Paint me. What do I have to do?”

When he held out his hand, she went to him, and they were toe-to-toe.

Oh, he wasn’t the conventional artist where she’d sit on a stool, and he’d paint her. He was born in the fire of hell and forced to exist that way.

His painting was violent.

Rough.

Wild.

Like his sex life.

Holding her, Remington stared into her eyes.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he whispered, his lips so close to hers. With his free hand, he pulled off her hat, and her hair tumbled down.

Already, she wanted him. She was still wet from him before, and now, she was even wilder.

She wanted him.

Calyx needed him.

“By all means, don’t hesitate to put your hands on me, Remmy.”

That was all he had to hear.

In anticipation of what was to come, and so he didn’t ruin her pretty dress, he pulled the sundress over her head to set her free.

With tenderness and love, he left a kiss on her bare shoulder, just before he set her breasts free, and shoved down her panties.

Well, she took that as her cue.

It was time to give him the same treatment. Pulling off his hoodie, it looked like they were going to get naked in his living room.

That worked for her.

It was only fair.

They’d gotten naked in hers already.

“Oh, Remington, let’s have some fun. I like how you think,” she admitted, kicking off her sandals.

His heart thumped.

It pounded in his chest.

Calyx was always open and ready for him, despite when that need rose up at the oddest times.

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