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My heart is breaking as I head back to the spot. She’s probably going to be turned off now. I wouldn’t be surprised if I get a text tonight saying that she’s going to go with another model after all. A more professional model.

“Want me to keep the robe on for your sketch?” I ask, giving her an out. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable and she can certainly sketch my frame with the robe on.

She quickly shakes her head as her eyes dart to my groin. “No, please take it off. I’d prefer it if the robe was off.”

I can’t help but grin as I slide it off of my shoulders and drape it over the chair, standing naked in front of this angel once again.

When I see her stealing quick little peeks at my magnum, I know that my shot hasn’t been blown yet.

I’m still very much in this game.

And I have a real shot with this angel.



* * *

“Oh man,” I groan as I shuffle into the studio the next morning. I didn’t sleep very well last night and it was all Cole’s fault.

I was laying in bed, feeling lonelier than ever, wishing he was there to wrap his arms around me. I kept picturing how it would feel to be swallowed in those muscular arms, to have his hot breath on my shoulder, to feel his big thick cock pressing against my ass.

After about two hours of tossing and turning, fantasizing what it would be like to try and fit Cole’s giant anaconda inside of me, I came down to the studio. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I had to do.

I sat on the stool in front of the sketch of him, spread my legs, and rubbed my clit so hard that I came in a delicious fit of screams.

After that, it was easier to fall asleep even though the burning desire didn’t completely disappear. Only Cole can make that happen.

I sit down on the stool and sip my extra-large coffee as I examine the sketch. Those eyes… They seem to be alive on the canvas, staring back at me, daring me to be as open and honest as he was in the kitchen.

There’s only one girl for me and I’m looking right at her.

I shiver just thinking about that moment. The possessive way those brown eyes were watching me, the certainty in his voice, the resolve in his body. He knew exactly what he wanted and what he wanted was me.

I still can’t believe I just stood there. It was an opening. A free layup. All I had to do was say yes and he would have fucked me hard right there on the counter. Instead, I just stood there like a moron and changed the subject.

I ruined everything. Now, he’s going to think I’m not interested when I am. I very, very, very much am.

The thought of him in a collared shirt with a lab coat on, cradling a little kitten in those big arms as he feeds her milk through a syringe… fucking hell… I never knew I had a thing for veterinarians, but now I can’t get images like that out of my head.

My eyes drift down the canvas to the penciled outline of his cock. It’s in more detail than anything else, which is unsurprising. It’s about ten percent of his body, but I spent about ninety percent of the time yesterday staring at it.

The desperate unyielding heat comes roaring back between my legs and I can’t help but slide my hand down there and ease some of the tension.

I’m rubbing my clit hard, legs spread out wildly, and close to coming, when the doorbell rings.

I gasp as my eyes dart to the window.

Cole’s face is there, watching me with my hand in my panties. I’m knuckle deep in my wet kitty and the only thing hiding it from him is a thin wet strip of cotton.

“No!” I gasp as I leap behind the canvas, knocking a few paints over when my foot hits the table.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I whisper frantically as I yank my robe closed and tie it extra tight. Like that knot is going to stop a beast like Cole from taking whatever he wants.

I’m all flustered and panicky as I run into the hall. I turn to the kitchen and think about washing the heady scent off my hands, but then he’ll know. How much did he see exactly? The curtains were blowing in the wind, but those are almost see-through too. Maybe he didn’t see anything? Maybe he—

Three more loud knocks on the door.

“Oh shit!” I hiss before I throw my overalls on, then run to the door and open it.

When I see the tortured look on his sexy face, I know immediately that he saw everything.

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