Page 93 of Game of Love
He walked over to me wearing nothing but his boxers. He’d put them on at my request to do the painting.
It was supposed to be his but I’d decided to keep it for myself, he just didn’t know that part yet.
I’d painted him sitting on my bed with his hair ruffled and the desire in his eyes.
I wanted to remember him like that.
I wanted to remember us like this.
That sounded so doom-filled, like I was preparing for something bad to happen, but I kind of was.
I didn’t know what we were.
That was a fact. I didn’t know what we were or what this night meant.
He kissed my neck and started massaging my breasts again through my tank top.
“Come on let me play with you. Your tits look good in this top.” He started tweaking my nipples but I swatted his hands away. I hadn’t failed to notice his obsession with my breasts and I definitely didn’t mind it.
Unlike the way I would complain if I saw a man looking at my breasts I loved it, and did everything I could to get him to play with me. Just not while I was trying to finish up the painting.
“I’m not finished.” I giggled, backing away playfully.
“It looks fine. I’ll put it in my living room.”
“This one is mine.”
“What?” He gasped and reached for me, grabbing my waist and pulling me to his chest. I started laughing and tried to pull away. “You tricked me.”
“No, it wasn’t a trick. I decided to keep it and do another for you. That way you can come back and get it.”
He carried me away from the easel and set me down on the edge of the bed, crouching down then looking back to me.
“You think I need a reason to come here?” He cocked his head to the side.
“I’m giving you a reason. There’s no harm in having something ready as an excuse.”
He glanced back at the painting and smirked. “Your dad’s going to lose his shit when he sees that.”
“Do you care?”
“No, but you might, baby.”
“I don’t. I don’t care. Sounds like you care a little though.”
“I don’t but he may kill me when he sees that painting. Why the hell did you make my dick look so big?”
“Because it is?” I started laughing.
“Okay, so the only way he’s gonna know you know that is because you saw it.”
“Oh my gosh, you do care.” I burst out laughing.
He ran his fingers over my thighs and settled by the crook of my waist.
A sexy, cat-got-the-canary smile danced on his lips.
“Baby, I don’t care. What I care about is him with his shit stopping me from seeing you. The less shit I have to deal with the better.”
