Page 68 of Illicit Illustration

He didn’t just want to recreate his part of the scene. He wanted to watch mine.

“Stop,” he growled, his voice a rough command as he reached across the coffee table to pull the tablet from my grasp.

“Hey,” I protested weakly, trying to pull it back, but he’d already switched gears, grabbing my phone from the table and turning it to play the audio from the speakers and not my earbuds.

His gaze was almost feral as he watched me squirm, unable to keep from reacting to the author’s description of the scene. The flush on her skin, the way his eyes tracking her every move turned her on, the moans she couldn’t keep in while her hands moved under his instruction since he couldn’t touch her.

“Go get a toy,” Reid commanded, his voice leaving no room for interpretation.

Shaking my head, I pulled my phone out of his hand, fast forwarding the audio to the part where Gio was stripping down across from her, roughly pulling on his cock as her cries increased in pitch.

“I wasn’t asking you. I was telling you,” Reid growled, grabbing my phone back and stabbing at the screen until the narrator’s rough voice cut off.

“That’s not what I was asked to draw,” I protested, but as his jaw clenched, I knew he didn’t give a fuck. Reid was a man who’d met his limit, and I had two options: beg him to leave to preserve my sanity or listen to him and fall into pretending with him for one more night.

“The fuck it’s not. You want to see how desperate this character is for her; you do what I ask, so you get the picture you need to give this author the commission she paid for. She wanted a man on edge and desperate, and while that drawing on your tablet is close, we both know you can do better.”

“Are you trying to neg my work to get me to touch myself in front of you?”

“No. I’m trying to give you what you need to show anyone who sees that piece that you are the best at what you fucking do.”

“It’s just a drawing,” I whispered, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Now, or I will go rummage around in your nightstand until I find what I’m looking for.”

Reid’s imposing form didn’t show any sign of backing down. And I realized maybe he’d been holding this part of himself at bay for the last week, letting me lead. But he wasn’t letting me lead anymore, and when he stepped back, settling into the chair and watching me as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, he knew I’d follow.

Tossing my phone on the couch, I hurried down the short hallway, my pulse pounding in my ears as I yanked open my closet and grabbed the small box from the top shelf. It only had three thingsinside it, not a terribly extensive collection, but they’d been used more than I would care to admit to anyone.

“You better not try to hide in there.” Reid’s deep voice carried down the hallway and I grabbed the contents, taking all three items with me as I returned to the living room.

Silently, I laid the trio of toys down in the center of the table between us, watching his reaction to each one. His eyes lingered on the thrusting toy in the center before flickering up to meet mine, a question in his gaze.

Deciding to give him back a little of the attitude he’d had since he strutted into my apartment, I let the thought I would’ve normally filtered before it came out of my mouth fly. “Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t like to get fucked.”

“Fuck,” he cursed before he reached forward to grab the little bullet vibrator from the table, tossing it in my direction.

I caught it, pressing the button to turn it on with my thumb while his eyes continued to watch my every move. “Can’t take a little teasing, Reid?”

“Not right now, Haz. Especially since I now know exactly what you diddle yourself with after work.”

Despite the tension between us building exponentially, a giggle escaped my lips at his choice of words. “Did you just say diddle?”

“What am I supposed to say? I feel like I’m corrupting your innocent little ears every time I say a curse word,” he growled, his eyes still fixated on the bigger toy in the center of the table. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was. That it was only fractionally smaller than what I knew was in his pants right now.

Which meant despite my v-card not having been punched, I could take what he had to offer without question. “Just say I fuck myself with a vibrator when I get excited by my commissions.”

“Is that what you were planning to do when I interrupted you the other night?”

Shrugging, I sat back into the cushions behind me, suddenly feeling powerful as I watched him squirm at my refusal to play this game by his rules. “Close your mouth, Reid. You’re not the onlyone who gets excited by your job. Does inflicting pain turn you on?”

But he didn’t let me keep control for long, sitting up and bracing his forearms on his knees, narrowing his eyes. “Does the thought of me stroking myself in my office after I touch a beautiful woman’s body for hours turn you on?”

“Only if you’re thinking about me when you do it.”

His jaw clenched, and I watched as his fingers dug into his hair, tugging roughly as he tried to keep control of his emotions. “Haz, don’t.”

But I didn’t want him to be in control. If he was here to push the envelope tonight, I was going to push right back. “Because I think of you when I touch myself.”

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