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“What if I do want a repeat of yesterday?” I ask, hoping he doesn’t hear the nerves in my voice.
His eyebrows raise, and he huffs out a breath. One strong arm snakes out and hooks me around the waist, pulling me next to him, the warmth of his body blazing through my clothes and making my skin tingle everywhere we’re touching. I close my eyes, expecting to be thoroughly kissed, but then his hand slides away from my side.
“This is how I apply the first coat of wax before the glaze mixture,” he rumbles.
My eyes fly open, my cheeks burning up at my misinterpretation. I’m not sure if I should be embarrassed or thrilled at his proximity. I watch as he gently brushes wax onto parts of the bird, his touch so light and sure, I’m actually jealous of the hardened clay. But I took this job to learn from a master, so I try to concentrate as he explains while he works. His voice is hypnotic, and he tells me to pay close attention, then he has me give it a try. Our arms bump, and he finally takes my hand to guide me.
I can’t help it. After wanting him so badly since yesterday, I moan softly at his touch.
“Pierce,” I whimper before I can stop myself.
He jerks away before grabbing my hips and turning me roughly to face him. “Little girl, quit playing your games,” he growls.
I shake my head, feeling tears prick my eyes at his harsh tone. “Do you really think this is a game for me?” I bark back at him. Just like my moan, I can’t hold back my words either. “I’m supposed to focus on learning from you but all I can do is think about you instead.”
His eyes find mine, and his brows furrow at the sight of my tears. He wipes them away, then sighs, lowering his face until our lips finally touch. My mind goes blank, my body taking over on instinct. He pulls me close as his hands slide around me, roaming my back as they try to feel every inch they can. Our chests collide, my breasts aching for more than just the feel of his hard muscles against them. I breathe out with parted lips, and his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. When his fingers curl into the flesh of my ass, fighting the fabric of my shorts, I wrap my legs around him, nestling my center against his rock-hard bulge.
This. This is what I want more than a million glazing lessons, and he seems as eager to give it to me as I am to take it.
And yet …
I can admit to not knowing enough about art, but I can’t bear to disappoint him with my inexperience elsewhere. He’s lived such a full interesting life, how can I even possibly compare to the myriad women he’s probably had. I place a hand on his chest and put him back, even though I want nothing more than to continue.
“I’m sorry,” I say, clutching his t-shirt. He lets me go, and I slide slowly down his body, sighing at how hard he feels beneath me. “I want to keep going. I do. So much. But you should know—I’m a virgin.”
The stormy look in his eyes tells me I won’t get another chance. I brace myself for his yell, telling me to leave again.
The best job I’ll ever have is over for real this time.
Chapter 6
Pierce
Everything about Wren has stoked a fire inside me that I thought was long burnt out. This is just more fuel to the fire.
My cock is throbbing against my jeans as I look her over, breathing heavily, her hair slightly mussed and shorts just aching to be torn off. Those long, smooth legs were just wrapped around me, her hot, sweet pussy grinding against my erection. Her hot, sweet, virgin pussy.
Do I kick her out for good or do I teach this gorgeous girl what she wants to learn? There’s no way we’re going back to the wax technique, not with how hard I am. Not with the way her perfect tits are heaving underneath her shirt, begging to be touched and sucked.
I reach out and trace mound of her breast. Her nipples tighten immediately beneath the layers of thin fabric as goosebumps rise on her arms. My finger trails down over each taut little peak as I watch her eyes go dark.
“I don’t care if you’re a virgin,” I assure her, my hand traveling down her middle to slide between her thighs, dragging against the annoying barrier of her shorts. I want to feel her pussy, hot and wet against my palm, but not until I’m sure she’s ready. “Is this what you really want from me?”
I slide my finger up into her shorts, along her slit. Like this I can see her petal pink panties hiding beneath the cut off denim. Her thighs are pale and part slightly as I work my finger back and forth between them. Just as I suspected, I can feel how wet I’ve already made her innocent little pussy through her clothes.
She takes a shaky step back to spread her legs farther for me, moving her hips in time with my fingers. “It’s all I want right now,” she says, locking her eyes with mine as she reaches for my shoulders. “Oh, you make me feel so good right there.”
“You’re nineteen,” I say, edging my finger further under her panties. I have to suppress a groan of impatience when my finger sinks into her tight, wet hole. “No man has ever touched this hot little pussy of yours before? No one’s ever made you come?”
Gripping my shirt, she leans against me as I continue to finger her swollen clit, spreading her juices and making her gasp.
“No man, no boy, no one. Ohhhh, Pierce. What are you doing to me?”
Chuckling, I lift her onto my work table, slide her shorts and panties down her legs, then toss them across the room. She bites her lip, her hips still rocking as she reaches for my shoulders. “Don’t stop,” she begs. “Keep touching me there.”
I spread her legs wide and look down at her glistening, wet pussy, crowned by a little tuft of dark hair. “Watch me make you come, my little bird. Let me hear you sing.”
