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If I had two pretty girls covered in my cum, walking down the street, hand in hand …

“Fuck,” I grunted, slamming into Laila one last time, my cum spilling into her cunt.

She gripped Sage’s thighs until her fingertips turned white and buried her face deeper between her legs, lips clasped around her clit to muffle her moans. She held a hand over Sage’s mouth while they both came together with me.

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Monday morning, I grabbed my bagel from the counter of The Coffee Club, a cute two-story coffee shop tucked away in Manhattan, and waited for my iced tea. Riccardo, my bodyguard, stood stiffly beside me, staring straight ahead at the case of cookies.

“Do you want—” I started.

“No.”

I pressed my lips together and bounced on my toes, waiting for my drink. I had my iPad in my purse, and I couldn’t wait to start drawing today. Even after everything that’d happened so far, I still couldn’t believe that this was my life.

Instead of having my soul sucked out of me by the old art studio, I now got paid to have sex and draw whenever I wanted. What else could I ask for in my life?! Maybe a boyfriend … or girlfriend?

“Iced tea for Sage,” the cute guy with puppy-dog eyes said behind the counter.

Once I grabbed my tea, I headed toward the stairs to find a place to sit.

“Do you want to sit with me?” I asked, walking up the steps to the open second floor.

“No.”

When we reached the top of the stairs, Riccardo walked across the room and sat at a table alone, his jaw clenched and his gaze focused on me. I scrunched my nose and hoped that he’d open up to me one day. Or at least, let me sit with him.

After humming to myself, I gazed around to find another seat. The second floor had a balcony that overlooked the first floor. A great place to people-watch and find inspiration for my art today. Because most of the single tables had been taken, I sat at a large collaborative table that nobody had taken yet.

I pulled out my tablet and my drawing pen, opening a new canvas to work on. As I drew, I could feel Riccardo’s hard stare boring into the side of my face. I lifted my eyes to meet his intense, angry ones.

He had eyed the freshly baked M&M cookies in the display downstairs.

Maybe a cookie would make him less grumpy. It always worked for me.

Grabbing my purse, I walked downstairs to the counter. Riccardo glanced over the balcony and eyed me the entire damn time I ordered two large cookies for us. Once the cashier handed me a plate, I strolled back up the stairs and to his table.

I set the plate down in front of him and grabbed my cookie, stuffing it into my mouth and walking away before he could refuse a sweet. When I reached my table, I grabbed my tablet and looked over at Riccardo, who hadn’t even touched the damn thing.

The warm cookie still sat on the pink plate in front of him, just waiting to be eaten.

Concluding that he hated his job as my bodyguard—because who could turn down a cookie?!—I turned my tablet back on and opened up the project that I had been working on yesterday—one beautiful female embracing another.

I had decided to add the second female at the last minute, but it was one hundred percent worth it. I finally had the freedom to draw what I wanted to draw instead of some unrealistic bust-to-waist-to-hip ratio that my old studio had wanted me to draw.

This was authentic.

When I glanced up from my tablet, Riccardo now peered around the coffee shop with half the cookie in his hand while he chewed on the other half. The tenseness in his face faded, his jaw finally slack for once.

I smiled. Nobody can turn down a fresh cookie.

“Excuse me,” a young woman with short, curly red hair said, leaning over the table toward me, her cheeks flushed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to come off as rude for looking at your work, but your art is amazing!”

Warmth spread across my face, and I smiled shyly at her. “Thank you.”

She giggled and walked to the other side of the empty table. “Do you mind if I sit here with you? This place gets kinda packed during lunchtime.” She glanced over her shoulder. “And that family just took the table I wanted.”

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