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.He realized that she had issues regarding their financial disparity, and he needed toproceed with caution, because it seemed to make her very defensive.For him, it meantnothing.He d grown up being groomed for a life of wealth and entitlement.He d workedhard and sacrificed a lot for where he was at the moment, but it had never really been hischoice, and because of that, money didn t mean as much to him as she thought it did.Somehow he needed her to understand that.He glanced into one of the rooms where the door was ajar.Hearing sounds thatsuggested she was still busy with the parrot, and hoping she didn t catch him, he openedthe door fully. Oh, wow, he whispered to himself.The walls were painted black, and there were elaborate sketches all over them in chalk. They were huge.One wall had a man and a woman in an embrace; the drawing was atleast six feet and five feet wide.It was beautiful. Hey! She pulled him out by the arm and slammed the door shut. I don t like peopleseeing my drawings. But you re so talented.Please, let me see them.I m so impressed, Jamie Lynn. It s stupid.It s just something I do for fun, she said. We can go now.I m finishedwith Bird. Please. He cupped her face and ran his thumb along her cheek in that way thatdisarmed her completely. Just let me in.Why are you hiding? I m not hiding it.I m just private about it, she admitted shyly. That s the definition of hiding.You don t want to show me what essentially makes youyou.This is your artistic and creative side.Not showing this side of you is hiding the mostimportant part of yourself. No one likes a know-it-all, she sassed. You do, he said softly.He gripped the doorknob behind her and looked at her to see ifshe d stop him.When she didn t, he turned it slowly and pushed the door back open.Sheclosed her eyes before stepping aside. Jamie Lynn, sweetheart& , he said, taking in the entirety of the room.The other wallhad an image of two toddlers holding hands, the beach in the backdrop. I can t believeyou did all this with chalk. Along the floor were dozens of canvases.He picked one upand looked over his shoulder to find her leaning against the door frame, biting her nails. Wow. He looked at the perfect portrait of Violet, her mouth open and her eyes closed,laughing.He could practically hear her cackling through the sketch.Then he pickedanother one, and it was Travis holding a slice of pizza.He d never seen such talent. Theylook like photographs, not sketches.You re so talented. Really? she said, her face alight. Really, baby.Like, put-these-in-a-gallery-somewhere talented. He lifted another one and was startled to see himself. I can t believe I did this, hesaid, remembering the humiliation of being naked in front of the art students only twodays ago.She laughed and walked into the room, taking the canvas from his hand and looking atit. Yeah, I can t believe you did that either. I didn t see you sketching that much.Mostly you gawked. Ha-ha. Seriously, you did all this so fast. No, actually, I was gawking and didn t finish, but I have a great memory.I did the restof it later that night.I don t sleep much, remember. You haven t finished my legs, though. I may have been staring a little too intently at your junk and then couldn t rememberyour legs. He smiled mischievously and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his gym shorts.She put the sketch down and lifted an eyebrow almost in a dare. You re going to sit for me again, Pretty Boy? Hell no.But I will let you touch me.Isn t there something about muscle memory? She laughed. That s sculpting, not sketching. She stepped in closer. But, I wouldn tmind touching you. She pushed his hands out of the way and pulled his shorts down,along with his boxers. You re always very ready, she said, gripping his very erect cock. What can I say? You re a very arousing woman. He smiled sheepishly as he steppedout of his shorts and swept her into his arms. Don t want to mess anything up in thisroom. He carried her out and dropped her on her couch.Quickly she scrambled to herknees and pulled him down.He reached out to touch her, but she stood and began tostrip, slowly and seductively. You re a tease. She winked and slowly, achingly slowly, hooked her fingers around the sides of herpanties and dragged them down her legs, until she stood before him completely nakedexcept for her ink. Turn around for me, he said, his voice husky.She spun slowly.The tattoo of the bookon her lower right side extended out around her waist and to her front hip and up herribs.Most of her tattoos were on her right side.He hadn t noticed that before.She had redcherry blossoms on her upper right thigh and some delicate and colorful Asian-inspiredfish and a pagoda by her right breast.She was a canvas& one he wanted to touch. You arebreathtaking, he said, sitting back on the couch. C mere. She took the final step toward him, then knelt between his legs and grabbed his cock.His head hit the back of the couch when she took him in her mouth.Her tongue licked upand down in long strokes.He needed to feel her.He lifted her and maneuvered themaround so that her pussy was on his face as he lay flat on the couch. Enzo! she squealedin surprise at the fast change of position, and when his tongue flickered out she almostjumped off him, except he had one arm wrapped around her holding her down. Oh, God, she moaned breathlessly. I m going to smother you with my pussy if you don t let mego, she said as she ground her pelvis against him, obviously not caring whether or notshe in fact smothered him.When he laughed, she scolded him. You can t laugh whenyour face is practically in my ovaries. He laughed again, and she reached down the lengthof his body and readjusted herself so that he was now in her mouth
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