I should have hidden it in my studio when I had the chance. It was hidden under a sheet and propped against the wall, so I had a chance to hide it from him, but he was faster than I.

"What's this?" He asked as he reached toward it.

"Wait, don't—" I tried to stop him, but he was too fast and lifted the sheet.

His brows rose at the painting I did of him completely naked. Surrounding his nude form was a halo of red which blended nicely into the setting sun and pale blue skies behind him. He glanced over his shoulder at my very red and embarrassed face.

I had no idea what to say, so I hung my head shamefully.

"Is this part of your exclusive collection?" Elliot chuckled.

"I... uh-"

Before I finished my thought, Elliot's lips were back on mine, and he was kissing me deeply. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth and twirled it around with my tongue. "Such a bad girl..." he murmured against my lips.

placed me on the bed before him. He stood before me, watching me wiggle under his scrutiny as he undid his tie and then took off his shirt. My

his washboard abs.

undid his pants and kicked them aside. The bulge in his boxers

panties off as he did so. I had never been this exposed to him before. When we had sex the first time, we were too drunk to remember much of anything, and the second time was a heated moment of weakness

fully aware of my body. He could see everything and the way he was looking at me made me wiggle uncomfortably. Yet, heat was surrounding my lower

his scrutiny, but he

me, Silver," he said in a sultry voice that made my

legs tingled with pleasure as I dug my nails into the bed sheets. Moaning, I let

taste the evidence of my pleasure on his lips and tongue. I kissed him hungry like I couldn't get

pressing into my center. I gasped at the fullness and then allowed my body to relax and welcome the pleasure

as he quickened

as one unit. I had never felt this connected to someone before and I

I pushed him slightly and he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I straddled him and moved my hips rhythmically

I was his favorite snack, leaving tiny bite marks and hickeys along the softest parts of my flesh. These weren't mating marks, but they were something that

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