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“You are not responsible. What you are is extremely talented.”
A warm hand is on my shoulder, squeezing it softly, and my eyes flutter closed at the touch, at the warmth of his fingers seeping through the thin material of my robe.
I try not to squirm in my seat, suddenly all too aware of the fact that I’m wearing nothing beneath my robe.
“Thank you.” My cheeks heat up at the compliment.
So much for trying to empty my mind of thoughts of Alexei when all he’s doing is filling it back up.
“You should not waste a talent like this.”
“Good thing I have an extremely rich husband who can finance my hobby.” It’s a weak attempt to lighten the mood.
I’m glad Alexei knows about my mother. I know it’s important to talk about her to try and keep her memory alive, and I hope eventually I’ll be able to think of her without any trace of guilt.
But I’m not there yet.
“It’s a good investment,” Alexei chuckles. “So, do you prefer to paint portraits?”
I bite the inside of my cheek as I glance over at the wall to where my other paintings are drying, lingering particularly on the painting of the cherry blossom tree.
“I like a mixture. Though I do enjoy portraits. I like bringing someone to life, to focus on all the details that make them unique.” I cringe at my own babbling.
Why am I so nervous?
Because Alexei is still yet to remove his hand from my shoulder, and my skin is starting to burn from the heat of his touch.
I shift on my stool, aware of the heat building between my thighs. I’m glad he can’t see my face, at the heat that is creeping up my neck.
“I’ve never had someone paint my portrait.” He removes his hand from my shoulder and strolls over to the cream loveseat. He turns, eyeing me with amusement as he tucks his hands into his pockets.
My breath catches as I imagine him posing while I paint him, lounging on the loveseat, his powerful thighs spread as he runs his hands through his dark hair…
“I could always paint you…nude.” I bite the inside of my cheeks. Alexei’s eyes widen just a fraction at my words, and I think I might actually have taken him by surprise. “Unless, of course, you’re too embarrassed…”
Alexei lets out a low, breathy chuckle.
The sound makes me shiver as I let myself imagine painting him in the nude.
But then he’s reaching for the buttons on his shirt, his eyes locked on my lips as he slowly undresses himself.
“I told you before, ptichka.” A smirk tugs at his full lips. “I’d be more than happy to be your muse.”
He shrugs out of his white shirt, revealing the most deliciously broad, tanned chest and chiseled abdomen that I’ve ever seen. He even has those V lines that disappear down into the waistband of his pants that makes me involuntarily lick my lips.
As if he followed my gaze, he reaches for his belt and begins unbuckling his pants.
I swear I don’t breathe the entire time he undresses, and the asshole seems to know it from the smirk on his face.
“Do you like what you see?” He steps out of his pants.
My eyes fall to his cock, and a strangled sound escapes my lips as I take in his enormous length.
He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Heat instantly pools in my belly as I think of what it would be like to climb on top of him and sink down on his cock, taking him deeper than I ever thought possible.
“I need some more paint,” I choke, getting to my feet.
