Page 94 of Brooklyn Cupid

And Lu’s voice is in my head, soft and intimate as I read on:

In my room, he’s everywhere. A dozen canvases bear his face.

Tonight, when I strip to the music, I strip for him, putting on a show, seductively sliding my hands up and down my body.

There’s an added edge this time, my body more tense as I think about the gun under his pillow, about his real job that he hides from me, and other secrets that he harbors.

Danger is seductive.

The thoughts make me bold.

I shed my clothes, swinging to the low music, pushing my panties down to my hips, and turning around, showing myself off to his portrait.

When I’m finally naked, I lie down and shamelessly spread my legs for him.

He’s looking. His eyes on the canvas are locked with mine. So real, yet not. The ache of wanting him is killing me, and so is the hope that maybe he wants the same.

Sometimes, during the day, John narrows his heated gaze on me, sending goosebumps down my skin like he knows what I do behind locked doors.

I want to show him what I do.

But we are not there yet.

So I lock eyes with the painted version of him and let my hands drift down my naked body. My fingers slide between my legs, rubbing the aching flesh, opening it for his gaze as I try to sedate the burning at the thought of what he would do to me if he were here.

If he knew my dirty little secret, how unhinged I am for him, would he make me his?

This can’t go on.

It’ll ruin me.

But I’ve been doing it for weeks. Pretending to be good by day and being a deviant by night.

“Yes, Jace. It’s all for you. All yours,” I whisper, a moan escaping me as I slowly bring myself closer to climax.

A soft knock on my bedroom door jolts me to sit upright.

“Em?” It’shisvoice.

My stomach twists in panic as I look at the painting of him in front of my bed and myself, naked.

“Just a second!”

Holy shit!

I stab the “continue” button, but there’s a message:

Looking forward to the next chapter?

Fuck!

I exhale in frustration, only now noticing my labored breathing.

“You alright, buddy?” Roey asks from his bed. “Are you reading Lu’s masterpieces?”

“Maybe,” I blurt and absently stare around.

Am I losing my mind and dreaming this shit up?

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