Page 47 of The Artist
“Five?” The competitive side of me snorted as I lifted my head from the pillow. “I can’t be a five. That’s fucking pathetic. We’re going to change that tomorrow. I need to be a ten.”
Belle yawned. “I’ll give you a five and a half if you get me some paper to clean myself.”
Turning on the lamp again, I searched the side table and found tissues. “Do you need help?”
Taking the tissues, she dried herself and sat up. “Is there a trashcan in here?”
“Yeah.” I got up and walked around the bed to fetch the small trashcan for her to dump the tissues in.
When I turned and held it out to her, her eyes widened as she stared at my crotch. My cock was semi-soft now but looked normal when I checked.
“That thing ishuge.”
“Don’t look at me like you’re terrified. It was already inside you and it fit just fine.”
She gaped. “How much of it was inside me? Not all of it.”
“Pretty much.”
Blinking her eyes, she looked away. “It was a good thing I didn’t see it, or I would have refused to even try.”
Setting the trashcan back down I got back into bed. “I already stretched you tonight. Tomorrow it will be easier.”
“I’m not sure. I might have to reconsider tomorrow.”
I was putting the duvet back over me but stalled and stared at her. “No! You’re sleeping with me tomorrow and I’m showing you that I’m not a fucking five. I’ll make it so spectacular that you won’t even remember your own name.”
Her lips twitched. “We’ll see. At least you’re not a bad lover like me. I would say that you’re at least mediocre and this was your first time, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, with a woman.”
“Oh.” Belle jerked her head back and arched a brow up.
“Why do you look at me like that? I know you don’t have sex-bots but I’m twenty-seven and have been using them for years.”
She chuckled. “When you said it was your first time with a woman, I thought you meant that you’d been with men.”
“Nah, I’ve had offers, but it’s not my thing.”
Belle yawned again. “I’m sorry, Mason, but I’m tired.”
“You should sleep.”
She spoke while yawning. “At least I’m not cold anymore.”
CHAPTER 13
Stay or Go
Belle
Freya woke me up the next day.
“Belle, darling, I brought you some hot tea. Can you try to sit up?” The bed creaked when she sat down next to me.
“What time is it?”
“Almost noon. We figured your body needed time to heal from the shock of what happened. Mason told us how you’ve been sleeping like a log all night.”
