Page 13 of Illicit Illustration

Stupid intrusive thoughts were trying to get me in trouble again.

“Haz,” he murmured, his fingertips brushing against the back of my hand. Biting my lower lip, I fought off a shudder, my stomach fluttering at the contact from his calloused fingers. Fucking attractive asshole. I knew what he was trying to do. But I knew I was going to fall for his bullshit, regardless.

“Yes, Reid?”

“Give it to me.” I knew the command wasn’t inherently sexual, and I should not have been thinking of throwing my panties at the man like a brazen hussy, but I was. I most definitely was thinking about giving him things. All the things. The things being the clothing I wore that suddenly felt too tight.

“No,” I whispered, despite my intrusive thoughts. Those horny little fuckers needed to stop getting me in trouble.

“You know you want to show me. You thrive on positive feedback, just like I do. So why won’t you let me give it to you?”

Nope. No.I could not allow my mind to wander down that trail of thought.

“Because it’s not perfect, so your feedback might not be so positive.”

He gently pried my hand free, setting it down on the smooth surface of the bar. Holding it down with his palm, he picked up the tablet with his other hand, pressing the button to wake the screen. “Passcode.”

Shaking my head, I tried not to swoon at the feeling of him holding me down, even if it was just my hand.

Using his thumb, he quickly typed in a code, grinning when the screen opened. I knew I should have been more original than using my birthdate, but this tablet also never left my sight.

His ability to zoom out from the image on the screen was limited since he only had one hand available, but that didn’t stop him from scrolling down the page, his eyes widening as he likely took in the female form that I’d mostly finished the line work on. The very,verynude female character.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, Haz. But this is fucking hot. Why were you so afraid of me seeing this?”

“I think you know why,” I whispered, watching his gaze flicker back and forth between me and the risqué image on the screen.

“The female body is nothing to be ashamed about. And this is… This is not what I was expecting. But it seems incomplete.”

“Because it is.” My voice was quiet, but the look in his eyes had me transfixed. I couldn’t look away even if I tried. And I wanted the source of the desire in his eyes to come from me, not some illustration on my tablet. He was looking at her in the way I’d always fantasized about being looked at by him.

Somehow it seemed fitting that I was jealous of a figment of my imagination holding more appeal to him than me.

“What do you need help with?”

Nibbling on my lower lip, I averted my eyes to the screen, so I didn’t have to look at him. “I can’t get the posing right.”

“What’s she kneeling on? Maybe I can help.”

“Um…” While I refused to look up, I still knew he was smirking, I could feel it burning into the side of my head. “I don’t want to tell you.”

“Haz…”

“His face,” I blurted, after a few charged moments of silence. “She’s sitting on a guy’s face. And since I can’t find a reference picture at this angle, I’ve been having a hard time getting it right. And I don’t have any firsthand experience with…that…so I’m just making it up as I go and it sucks, okay? Happy now? Ready to tease me some more?”

Reid didn’t say a word as I internally freaked out, mortified that I’d basically just told him I’d never sat on a man’s face before. Or even had my lady parts anywhere near a man’s face, for that matter.

“Actually,” he said, clearing his throat. “Maybe I could help you out with that.”

Um, excuse me. What?

Reid

“I’m sorry, what?” sheasked, panic in her eyes.

Shit, I’d basically just inferred that she could sit on my face. Not that I’d be all that opposed to the idea, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.

“I was going to ask if you wanted someone to help you with reference photos.”

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