Page 24 of Illicit Illustration

Beneath the text was an image that had my pulse jumping. It was me, with my head thrown back while I was perched above Reid’s face, looking positively aroused. But that wasn’t the part that left me breathless, it was the way his fingers dug into the flesh ofmy thighs and his biceps bulged as he held me there, seemingly desperate to keep me attached to him.

It was perfect for what I neededto capture for the commission, and I should have been relieved, but it just had me thinking about things I shouldn’t want.

Reid

I shouldn’t have blindcarbon copied myself the pictures and saved them to my phone when I’d emailed them to Hazel before I deleted them from the memory card. But as I sat in my bed later that night, flicking through the images Hazel had captured earlier in the day, I couldn’t resist staring at them.

Despite the tender bruise now forming across the bridge of my nose, this morning had been a rush. Even though nothing had happened, and I knew she was getting into character and doing what she had to do to capture the shots she needed, I’d been rock fucking hard as she ground that tempting pussy across my face.

Even though it was muffled with her thighs covering my ears, I’d heard the gasps and whimpers she made, and it’d made me desperate to rip off her tiny shorts. And I might’ve if Gray hadn’t cock blocked me.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was no way Hazel would have let things get that far, but I’d almost slipped and kissed her before he interrupted our tense moment.

I’d wanted to try to get information from her about the text exchange I’d initiated while I got the heater from the storage room, but there hadn’t been enough time. But judging by how pink her cheeks were when I came back into the room and found her with her pants around her knees, she’d been into it.

Which was exactly where I wanted her. If we kept doing this picture thing, I needed to behave myself, because I couldn’t afford to complicate things before I’d let her see the real me hiding behind bachelor number seven. She still thought I was a fuck boy,and Gray’s sarcastic comments about an Only Fans and having a girl in the break room didn’t help my case.

Pulling open the text thread from earlier, I scrolled through her replies, my chest warming at how flirty she’d been. It was a side of her I was desperate to bring out. She was still jumpy around me in real life, and I wanted to make her comfortable being playful with me. To see me as someone safe in her life. Someone who wanted to keep her safe, and four little letters drifted through my brain when I thought about what other feelings I was having for her.

It was way too early to even be thinking that, much less acknowledging it.

Hesitating, I typed out a message, hoping she was home from her shift and would be available to chat with me.

Seven: Are you ever going to show me these illustrations? As a fellow creative, I’m curious about the detail in your pieces.

Her response didn't come right away, but I eagerly devoured it when my phone buzzed a few moments later.

Fourteen: Good evening, my mysterious suitor. How was your day?

She was so fucking cute.

Seven: It was good. Busy, but I kind of like the longer shifts because I feel accomplished at the end of the day. Although my fingers are a little sore.

And my nose, but I wasn’t telling her that because then she’d figure out the identity of her anonymous texter.

Fourteen: So, you work with your hands? When you’re marking things for others?

Seven: I do. But you’re still avoiding the question. Are you comfortable sharing your work with me? If you’re not, that’s okay, but I’m kind of desperate to see it. I kept thinking about it, and you, all day.

Fourteen: Actually, I just finished doing the line art on a piece I was having some trouble with. About to start the color rendering. But I’m not sure it’s appropriate to send you.

Fuck, that was fast if she’d already finished the drawing. I knew she worked quickly, but she must have really been motivated. I know I’d felt almost inspired all day with how it had begun. Spending any amount of time with her lately seemed to get me amped up.

Seven: Screw appropriate. I asked. If I wasn’t prepared to see it, I wouldn’t have asked.

Fourteen: Why does everything seem to revolve around sex with us?

God, how I wished that were true. I’d been imagining what might have happened this morning all day when I had any kind of break.

Seven: Does that bother you? That we seem to have some intense chemistry? You can tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable.

Fourteen: I’m just worried when you meet me, you’ll be disappointed at how inexperienced I really am. I may talk a big game, but I don’t have the record to back it up.

Seven: Experience doesn’t always make you more attractive to someone. I’m okay with taking things in the real world at your pace, but I find I have trouble holding back when we’re chatting like this. I wish we didn’t have to wait to meet.

Fourteen: Maybe it’s better this way. Because I feel the same urges toward you. This level of attraction without even seeing you seems dangerous. I don’t want to get hurt by investing too much into this and then getting burned when you realize I’m not what you’re thinking.

Seven: I won’t hurt you. Not intentionally, atleast.

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