Page 45 of Faking It with my Bestie's Billionaire Brother

I shook my head sadly.

She was quiet while she watched me closely before she finally asked in a hushed whisper, "You really hate it there, don't you?"

I couldn't meet her eyes. I was terrified that she'd be able to tell everything just from meeting my gaze. In the face of that forthright question from a woman I was falling in love with, despite my better judgment, I wasn't sure that I could lie to her.

"I have responsibilities, Ava. There are a lot of people counting on me. That means I can't go running around with my camera anymore. I didn't bring these out so you could question my career choices. I brought them out so that I could show you that I understand your artistic quirks a little better than you may have realized."

She blushed. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I was just kind of embarrassed. I get really defensive when people can see my work and the fact that this bust is…"

"Me?" I asked with a smile.

She nodded her head without meeting my eyes.

I examined the bust she'd been working on once again. "I do have one question, though. How long have you been working on it? There's quite a lot of work done here."

Her blush only deepened. "It's been…a few weeks," she admitted quietly. "Look, I'm not trying to be creepy or anything. It's not like I was harboring some secret crush on you or anything like that, either. I've just been stuck in a rut for inspiration lately, and one day, when I was sitting in Penny's office, there was something about that picture of you that she has behind her desk that just got my mind working. I thought that your jawline would be really interesting to translate into clay. So, I fiddled around with it that night, and before I knew it…" She hesitated but continued after taking a deep breath, "I was sculpting your face. It was a surprise to me, but it was coming out really well, and I had been backed up creatively for so long that I couldn't stop."

I smiled at her kindly. Creative work was vulnerable work— at least, if it was any good, so I could understand her feeling so uncomfortable in that moment.

"Well, it's quite impressive. I mean, of course it is. It’s my face, after all," I said, smiling at her mischievously.

The corner of her mouth tilted upward, but she was fighting it, so I teased her even further by saying, "And it's not lost on me that after a long night with me, you were in here re-creating my face, but I think it's missing something, Ava."

Her head jerked up, and she glared at me like she wanted to set my body on fire. "What?" she asked indignantly.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, because I don't know a whole lot about sculpting, but you're struggling with the nuances of my face because you need more up close and personal time with the subject’s facial expressions—time to study them while you are relaxed and feeling…pleasured."

Her eyebrows shot up, but I could see that bright twinkle appear in those big, brown eyes, something that I was quickly falling in love with, even though I did not want to admit that to myself.

"What are you getting at, Duke?"

"I think that if I'm going to be your muse," I started, even though she interrupted me by snorting. After giving her an exaggerated frown, I continued, “I just think that you need to explore your subject a little more thoroughly.

"And how exactly do you propose I do that?" she asked softly, her eyes hooded with desire now.

"You can start by coming here." I crooked my finger and directed her to come to me.

To my immense satisfaction, she came straight to me, as if she couldn't help herself, and I cupped her face in my hands as soon as she was close enough. Dipping my mouth down to meet hers, I sipped at those full lips before kissing her passionately. She moaned into my mouth, and I brought her flush against me, running my hand down her back to cup her ass and squeezed it gently.

"See, I think," I said as I peppered kisses over her jaw and down her neck, "that if you're going to really get to know your subject, there's no better way to do it then seeing what he looks like in the throes of passion. Then, you can follow it up by surrendering yourself to your own passion and giving him what he wants."

She looked up at me with lust and wonder in her eyes. "What is it that you want from me, Spencer?"

"All of you," I growled. I kissed her again, my hands now in a position to slip inside of her and work my fingers gently in and out, swallowing her moans as I pleasured her.

We stood like that for a while I fingered her until I pulled abruptly away. "I think what would provide you with the most inspiration at this particular moment is if you turn around," I told her in a low voice.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she did as she was told. "Now, take off your shirt," I instructed, and she did as I said without hesitation.

"You are a muse, too, whether you realize it or not, Ava. I would love nothing more than to get my camera out and take a picture of you right now. The long line of your back, the way it curves into that plump, curvy ass, the way I want to sink myself into you while I palm your breasts and finger that clit."

The sound of her panting breaths made me even harder than I already was, and that was when I came up behind her. "It would be a beautiful picture, Ava," I whispered in her ear, and she moaned. "Bend over the bed, let me bury myself inside of you."

I enjoyed the sound of her gasp and the way she shivered as I ran my fingertips down her spine and over the curve of her ass to sink my fingers into her wetness again, parting her folds for me.

I yanked down my underwear, not even bothering to take them off completely, before I sank my hardness inside her. Nobody had ever made me as hard as Ava, and the feeling I got when I was with her was starting to consume me. The next time I would get to be inside her, close to her, smell her, taste her was all I wanted to think about.

I did just as I described, rubbing my hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples as my other hands played at her clit, while I pumped in and out of her, and she let out these anguished moans, pleading for more.

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