Page 34 of Assassin

“We don’t have to worry about anything but being happy,” he said. “And right now, I’m damn giddy.”

Oh, well, then she had news for him.

They.

Weren’t.

Done.

Calyx wanted more.

She wanted this to be the painting they always looked at and knew it was because they had hot sex.

“Mr. Bowman, your artistic muse needs you. You’ve laid around plenty. Get to work,” she ordered.

He laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

How could he not?

“Oh, well, I love a bossy, demanding woman covered in paint,” he said, playing along. “Let me show you how much,” he said, rolling to reverse their positions.

She was now covered in even more paint as he enjoyed her body.

“Yes, please,” she said as he began kissing his way down her body, swirling his tongue around her belly button. When he paused to look up at her, that simmering look of lust made her breath catch in her chest.

He was a saint and a sinner.

And she loved him for it.

Calyx loved being near him, and now, she was getting a miracle. He actually came out of his shell, and he wanted her.

She never thought this day would come.

“Hurry, Remmy,” she urged. “Your muse needs you between her legs.”

Well, that was an invite he was NOT turning down.

Ever.

When he found her wet and ready for more, Remmy knew there was no faking any of this. Calyx genuinely loved sex with him, and he was grateful for that. She had every reason in her life to hate it, but she didn’t.

She.

Loved.

Him.

It was time to get her ready to cum together. Oh, and over the rest of their lives, that would be happening a whole lot.

Finding her clit with his mouth, he destroyed her control, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

With her hands in his hair, and his mouth on her clit, they did the age-old dance of mating.

Paint splashed as she slammed her hands down on the canvas in a puddle of green, and it sprayed them and the canvas.

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