Page 19 of Off-Limits Silver Fox Billionaire

We continued our conversation about the island for a while. I told her about the beautiful canyon state park and the reefs she could see if she tried out snorkeling with me.

An hour passed and we continued chatting. Each time she laughed, the sound reverberated through me and made my insides tingle.

It was also easy to smile at her. Of course Bree couldn’t deny that she was feeling this too.

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She visitedmy gallery the next afternoon, and I watched as she parked her Benz out front, then looked around before walking towards the entrance.

The gallery was closed for business on Saturdays, but as promised, I was giving Bree a private tour around so she could enjoy art and live paintings.

Once she stepped in, she sucked in a deep breath and said. “It smells like roses in here …. I love it.”

“Come with me,” I said, then put a hand on the small of her back and led her past the empty reception towards the main gallery inside.

Bree walked past me a bit and did a three-sixty spin. “This place is huge,” she exclaimed, then stopped and looked at me.

“I know,” I said with a proud smile, then crossed my hands at my back.

Bree started a stroll around the display room. She stopped at each painting and took her time to examine them without a comment. When she got to my last work, a painting of a deer cradling its fawn while watching as others graze around the open field. The painting was as simple as it looked.

It’s in a deer’s nature to watch over its little ones while they grazed, just like every other animal did, but I made this painting with the intent of depicting the youth of the young fawn who knew nothing about the dangers of grazing out in the open alone.

Just like the young fawn, humans while young could be pure and perfect, but as they grew older, and learned the curves of adulthood, it could either make or break them.

“It’s perfect,” Bree said, then slowly turned around to face me. “Shame they aren’t up for sale, I would have loved to have one of these pieces.”

“I could paint you one,” I said and closed the distance between us with a few strides. Bree didn’t move away from me this time when I pushed some strands of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek for a bit.

Her eyes merged with mine and she asked in a faint voice. “Really?”

I nodded. “I’d love to.”

We fell silent and stared at each other for a second before she broke eye contact, cleared her throat, and moved back from me.

“We shouldn’t,” she said when she raised her head again. “We really shouldn’t do this, Josh. It’s a recipe for disaster and you know it.”

“I know,” I told her with every sincerity in me. “I know that Bree, but I can’t help myself. Your scent ….” I dragged in a shaky breath, released it, then reached for her cheek again. “Your lips … You drive me insane.”

“Iris is my best friend,” Bree said when my fingers moved from her cheek to her lips. She closed her eyes, swallowed, and sighed, but it sounded more like a moan to me. “She’s your daughter.” Her words struck me like a chant she used to remind of herself of why she needed to do the right thing and avoid me.

I spent hours doing the same whenever I thought of her, but all of that still led me here to this moment.

“I know,” I answered in the same raspy tone she used.

“She’s going to be mad if she finds out …. I’m mad at myself right now.”

She tilted her head to one side, and her lips parted. I took the invitation and inched closer to her, unable to stop myself.

What man could?

“Josh,” she whispered again just before my lips closed over hers. The kiss was slow but intense. Her lips moved with mine, her tongue followed the slow dance I showed her, and my hands swooped around her waist to bring her closer to me.

I was drowning in the pool of sensations her nearness created. The kiss ought to last longer than this, I wanted it to, but we both needed to catch our breaths, so I pulled back first.

She didn’t open her eyes, my head swooned because of the expression of sheer desire I saw on her face. It made my arousal tighten and sent fire through my cock, the kind that I couldn’t quench no matter how hard I tried.

I nibbled on her lower lip, licked it, then pushed my tongue into her hot mouth. Bree responded as usual. Her moan was low, deep inside her because my lips pressed it back, but I felt the slight tremble of her body as she pressed into me again.

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