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That dang heat rises up my neck, coating my cheeks, and I’m sure my freckles are so bright they’re glowing against my pale skin. “A long time,” I finally mutter.
“Please tell me you practice self-care at least?”
I shake my head, my cheeks flaming. I’d tried a few times, long ago, when I was with Jasper. The truth is I’d never been able to have an orgasm from traditional sex, so I was getting desperate. “It doesn’t really work for me.”
“Did you use a vibrator, a dildo? What?”
“Oh, geez, no, I don’t have one of those.” I giggle like a schoolgirl. It took me the better part of college to be able to say penis with a straight face.
“Okay, we’re putting an end to this insanity right now.” She jabs her finger at her phone then turns it to me once again. “This one is my favorite. Well, honestly, I haven’t had to use it since Dante and I got together because he keeps me more than satisfied.” Her eyes take on that dreamy quality again. Lordy, she is so in love. “And one-click.” She shoots me a smirk. “It’ll be arriving at your place by tomorrow night.”
“Rose!” I groan.
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, sister.” Then she swipes at her phone, and we’re back on another dating app. “Now back to Love Roulette…”
“What?” I snort on a laugh.
“The dating app where hearts take a spin.” She lets out a cackle, and I can’t help but laugh along with her.
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” Rose scoots her chair beside me so we can both ogle the scantily clad men. “Oooh, how about this guy?” She swipes past the half-naked ones and stops on a blonde guy in a business suit. “He looks very GQ.”
“I guess.”
“Not your type? No problem, we have hundreds of eligible bachelors.” She smirks as she continues to scroll.
I squeeze my eyes closed, and a pair of piercing blue eyes swim across my vision. Then wisps of dark hair fall across a sharp jawline. And those lips, constantly twisted in an arrogant smile. Even the scar across the top one is oddly enticing.
No… No! My eyes snap open, and I shake my head out. Oh, sugar, I’ve clearly lost my mind. How could I be lusting after the man who held me hostage all those months ago? It must be some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder. I’ll have to bring it up with Dr. Winchester at my next appointment.
“Oh, what about him?” Rose waggles her brows. A dark-haired male with long hair pulled up into a bun fills the screen. Tattoos peer out from beneath his t-shirt, and an embarrassing sigh slides through my clenched teeth. “Oh, my gawd, Maisy, you like Mr. Dark and Dangerous? I was totally joking. I never thought you’d go for that type.”
I shrug, mortification flooding my cheeks. “I guess I just want something completely different from Jasper.”
Rose nods, her lips pressed in a tight line. “I get that.” She reaches across the table and squeezes my hand. “So, let’s give this guy a thumbs up.”
I heave in a breath and nod slowly. “Okay.”
And I resolve to answer Jack Dawson’s text as soon as I get home. It’s time to resurrect my divorced, dusty cooter. We’re back in business, girl.
CHAPTER 4
THE MOST DANGEROUS THING
Nico
A crisp breeze whips wisps of brilliant auburn across my muse’s face. She wrinkles her nose and bats it away, pinning the errant strands behind her dainty ears. Dipping my brush into the paint, I imagine it’s my cock sinking into that warm pussy.
A feral growl rumbles my chest, and I dip the brush in too deep. When I pull it out, the ferrule, the metal band that connects the bristles to the wooden handle is coated in crimson. Fuck. What is it with this girl that has me so out of control?
I reach for the rag on the grass and wipe the brush down, the deep red paint stretched all the way up to the handle in my mad thrust. If I’d done that with a paintbrush, I could only imagine what would happen when I finally sank my cock inside her. I’d rip her apart.
I’d only spent a few hours with Maisy that day three long months ago. There was something about her fiery spirit wrapped in a beautiful, yet bumbling package, and those ridiculous curse words… A silly smile curls the corner of my lips.
I’d never met a grown woman who was at the same time sexy as sin and as pure as the driven snow. And damn, all I wanted to do was corrupt her, fuck her so hard she screamed one of those ludicrous curses.
My cock strains against my slacks at the vivid images my mind has conjured. I consider scrapping the canvas of Maisy in her prim little black dress on the park bench and painting her nude sprawled across my bed. But I have a feeling whatever vision my thoughts could conjure would never be as good as the real thing. No, I’d have to see her completely bare before me so that I could accurately paint every perfect detail.
