Page 89 of Illicit Illustration

I trieddesperatelyto drag it out, to feel her for just a moment longer, but I couldn’t hold on, my release spurting into the condom moments later while I crushed her to my chest, clinging to the woman who I couldn’t imagine my life without.

Reid

“Oh, my God! OH!MY! GOD!” Hazel’s excited voice had me rushing up the stairs to the apartment, wishing I’d been the one to make her scream like that, but I hadn’t hesitated to haul ass across the parking lot when she’d texted me she’d gotten a package this morning.

Using my key to let myself inside, I found her bouncing on the couch, a hardback book clasped tightly to her chest.

“Did it come?” I chuckled, knowing how much this moment meant to her. This was a big deal, and I was so fucking proud of her.

“Oh my God, I love it so much,” she cooed, cradling the book in her arms and rocking from side to side with elated tears escaping the corners of her eyes.

Crossing the room, I sat down on the coffee table in front of her, holding out a hand as I watched my girlfriend lose her damn mind over a book. “Well, let me see it.”

She tilted her head, her eyes flashing to mine as she clutched it a little tighter.

“Oh, come on, kitten. I helped, you could at least let me see it for a second before you run off with it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you loved a book cover more than me.”

“Never,” she cooed, reluctantly offering me the hardback, one of her illustrations wrapping around the entire book jacket.

In the last five months, her growing business had flourished, and when a publisher out of Boston had contacted her to commission a special edition cover for two of their authors, we’d celebratedby fucking on my bike hidden behind her parent’s cabin in the mountains before we got to work taking dozens of source photos for her to work off.

“This is fucking amazing, Haz. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

She swiped away happy tears, grinning at me in a way that made my heart pound. “I still can’t believe my work is in bookstores now and that I’ve actually talked to Chastity Rose and Stone Evans. Pinch me!”

Chuckling, I carefully set the book down on the table beside me, cupping her cheeks and rubbing away the wetness, my lips covering hers until she was sighing into my mouth and trying to crawl into my lap.

As much as I wanted to enjoy more celebratory sex, I had plans for her this morning, and I hoped she’d be just as excited as I was about them.

“I’ve got a better idea,” I murmured against her lips, halting her wandering hands before she could pull down the zipper on my pants.

Hazel was insatiable, and I fucking loved it, but right now I wanted to get her pants off for another reason.

“Better than me riding your cock on the living room floor?” she asked, tugging at my ear with her teeth.

“You can ride me later if you aren’t too sore,” I groaned into her cheek, wanting to kick my own ass for not letting her have her way with me, but I’d been booked solid all month and had finally cleared an afternoon in my schedule to surprise her.

“Sore?” she asked, trying to pull back to look at me.

But I ignored my slip, tugging on her hand and hoping I could distract her before she asked too many questions. “Come on, come to the shop with me.”

She huffed, but didn’t hesitate to follow. I’d given my staff a paid afternoon off, so the back hallway was quiet as I ushered her inside.

Hazel knew the way to my private workspace well, spending lots of time curled up in the corner drawing while I worked on sketches for clients. She’d been delighted to finally see me in action, notrealizing that I had a very similar software to the one she used for her commissions.

But today she was going to be the client in the chair, not just an observer or my sketching companion.

“Take a seat,” I said, passing her and moving to the sink to wash my hands before I pulled on a set of black gloves, her eyes widening when I playfully snapped the band against my wrist.

“You planning to play naughty doctor and patient?” she asked, draping herself across the crinkly paper covering my reclining chair.

“Not exactly,” I chuckled. “But I need you to take off your pants.”

She glanced toward the open door, but listened, slowly inching her leggings down. I watched, my fingers twitching with the need to touch her, but I just waited with my hips leaned against the countertop behind me as her smooth, flawless skin came into view.

“Panties too.”

Her head tilted to the side as she shot me a cheeky look, wiggling her eyebrows as she did what I asked, tossing them toward me once she was uncovered from the waist down.

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