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That was all she had to hear.

She knew how much this meant to him.

“Yellow and blue,” she said, picking the two colors she liked best. “Now, manhandle me, sexy man. I’m easy, and dying to see what this canvas will look like when we’re done.”

He found her ridiculously gorgeous and sweet.

Setting her free, Remmy grabbed one of the biggest canvases, and laid it on the floor. Then, he grabbed some paint, dumping it on the canvas, and then, he moved back toward her, naked, wild, and needing her.

He stopped thinking the second that she ran her hands all over him and his truly magnificent dick.

He moaned in pleasure with just her touch. It was always the most amazing feeling to have her hands on his body.

“Let’s have some fun,” Calyx offered, pulling pleasure from her sexy man by just being herself.

Yeah, Remmy wasn’t saying no to that.

No.

Freaking.

Way.

“Hurry,” he whispered as she bit him on the neck, and then had her wicked way with him.

Calyx loved how he reacted to her touch. Whenever she was against him, he always brought out a passion she never felt before.

Hell.

With each time, it only got more heated. It was like they were made for each other, and their bodies knew it. Calyx fit against him like a puzzle piece finally put in its place.

As they went to their knees on the canvas, Remington stared into her eyes. They were so beautiful, and filled with love.

“Please,” he whispered. “Touch me. I’m going to have to go work soon, and all I want is for you to make me calm. All I want is your scent on me.”

Oh, that was definitely what she wanted too.

How could she not?

Her man was a storm.

Pushing him backward, he was laying on the canvas, watching her every move.

It was then that Calyx left a trail of kisses down his chest and toward his erection. When she ran her fingers down his abs, the green and orange paint left a trail.

Oh, they were going to be hella messy, but that was just half the fun.

His body bowed from her touch alone, and he was hard and thick, just the way she liked her sexy, mysterious man.

Yeah, HERS.

It was time to show him how much she appreciated him sharing this new thing with her. In fact, she wanted this over her fireplace.

To make sure he understood, she laid down the law.

“This painting is mine. You get the next one,” she whispered as she was tormenting his flesh.

When she scraped her nails down his inner thighs, where she knew he was sensitive, he shook.

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