Page 22 of Paint Me Love
He hums. “Yep, just started it. I’ve got five minutes. So, did you need something?”
No. Yes. Who knows? I think I was just irritated and wanted to hear his voice. “Can we push the time back by thirty minutes on Sunday? Something came up.”
“You know, you don’t have to come if you are busy. I can just send you a picture once it’s done.”
I quickly reject this. “No. Iamcoming. I just need to shift the time back a bit.”
“Why?”
The demand in his voice is clear and gets my blood pumping south. I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, focusing the rest of my senses on our conversation. “You have no idea what your paintings do to me, do you?”
“Maybe I do.” I can practically hear his smile.
“Yeah? And do you like that?”
His breathing wavers, fueling my arousal. I slide my hand down my stomach, tugging the hem of my pants, where a bulge is already present.
“Answer me, Daniel.”
“I like it.”
Tilting the backrest of my chair as low as it can get, I shove my hand inside my pants. My cock twitches as I grasp it, already half-hard. “Why?”
A shaky inhale precedes his reply. “Because I can see the real you.”
“Tell me not to come on Sunday.”
He needs to, because I don’t know what I’ll do to him. If the painting he’s working on hits me as hard as his mural, I’m going to lose my mind, I guarantee it.
I hear a tiny groan, one he’s restraining.Fuck. “You are an adult, Derek. If you don’t want to come, then don’t.”
With that, he hangs up, leaving me with my hand in my pants and my jaw hitting the floor.
I grin like a maniac.Fuck, I can’t wait for Sunday.
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Daniel
Shit,whatwasIthinking taunting Derek like that! He’s the type that can’t say no to a challenge, I know that much. He loves to win and… it’s fucking hot when he does.
Cheeks on fire, I splash water on my face. Is this a good idea? To have him come over and see the painting I’m working on? It’s so obviously based on him and Adam, there’s no hiding it. How would he react? Will he like it? Ugh!
My mind is racing and my dick is demanding attention. Derek’s voice… fuck it was so hot and gravely. I think he was horny, maybe even doing something while talking to me. The fire inside me ignites anew. I was fighting a boner throughout the remainder of my shift and barely got anything done. The call is still fresh in my mind, the buzz it caused in me still in full force. I feel like a cornered rabbit about to be eaten alive, and even though I should be scared, I’m also excited.
This is wrong on so many levels. Before I knew who my Mystery Guy was, everything was fair game. But now? He’s Derek Salinger, for god’s sake! I shouldn’t get involved any further with him, and not just because he’s way out of my leagueand will get bored of me soon enough. I’m a nobody and he’s one of the most powerful men in the US. Plus, he’s not single.
Biting on my lip, I drag myself to my lounge and plop on the couch. I’m still in my uniform, and I haven’t eaten yet, but I really can’t bring myself to do any of those until I’ve taken care of my pulsating erection.
I pull my pants down and wrap my palm around my cock.Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?A wild thought to snap a picture of myself and send it to Derek crosses my mind, bringing stinging heat to my face. I’ve gone crazy. But just imagining doing something like that quickens my hand. What would he say if he saw the state he put me in?
My eyes stray to my phone that’s lying on the couch’s armrest. I don’t have the guts to make such a bold move, but I do have a hot-as-fuck photo of Derek’s mouth-watering cock. He did say I could use it if I got lonely, and I’m pretty sure this qualifies.
With butterflies in my stomach, I find my way to his dick pic. Just seeing it launches my heart rate through the roof. His thick, veiny shaft makes my ass clench with need and my nipples perk. I want to touch him, and I want him to touch me.Fuck. He said I’d look lovely riding him, but that was before he knew who I was. Does he still think so?
The need to know overpowers my common sense, and in a fog of arousal I send him a text.
Me: What are you doing? I’m home now. Are you still in the office?
