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I take it and hide it back in the darkest corner of the room hoping no one can find it. Because it feels like one glance will tell total strangers that I’m in love with my subject.

I shake myself and groan. “No. You are not. You are just fascinated by a man like none you’ve ever seen. That’s all it is. Once you get to know him, you’ll realize he’s not that interesting.”

Even I don’t buy that pile of shit.

CHAPTER6

Victor

Iwatch her on the camera that I put in the room while she was upstairs. There’s no sound but I can’t stop staring at her. She nibbles her full pink lips while she works, studying the canvas like it holds the secrets of the universe.

Hell, to her maybe it does.

I wish I knew what was on that canvas and what she’s thinking. There’s a pretty flush on her cheeks as she nibbles at her lips and then shoves a wild curl out of her eyes. The long tank top covers all her curves but I know what they look like. I can picture every inch of her in my mind. I don’t actually need to see her to know. But I want to. So fucking bad. I’m sitting here in front of a damn computer monitor hard as a fucking rock just from watching her work in sloppy, worn clothes.

And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

I should be shot. I’ve never crossed lines like I want to cross with her.

I turn away and pace around the room, sucking in a grumbling breath. I need to get myself under control before I do something stupid like follow her around until she looks at me and then jump her like a damn dog on a bone.

“Yeah, that seems like a fucking bad idea,” I growl, running my hand into my hair and tugging at it like a crazy person.

It’s finally late enough that I feel safe coming out of the control room I made downstairs. I don’t see her on the monitor anymore so I assume she’s gone to bed.

When I come around the corner by the stairs I slam into a warm, luscious body.

“Oof!” she grunts and bounces off me into the wall.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry.” I reach out for her and run my hands over her body, just checking to see if she’s hurt.

Her sharp, indrawn breath brings my head up and I feel my blood boiling in my veins. Her pulse thrums in her pale throat, exposed by the low tank top. Her cheeks are flushed a dark pink and she licks her lips nervously.

A low growl rumbles in my chest. Her head flies up and she stares at me. I stalk her until I’ve got her pinned to the wall behind her. Her wide green eyes stare up at me, transfixed and it’s got to be the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She has no fear of me. I’m easily half a foot taller and a helluva lot wider than she is but it doesn’t phase her in the slightest.

“Vic?” she whispers. The still house makes it easy to hear her raspy breaths in the silence. Raspy and quick. Like she’s been running. But she hasn’t. Her pupils are blown huge. Like a damn cartoon character. But there’s nothing cartoon about that body unless you’re talking about the sexy, redheaded seductress in the one cartoon that I’ve actually seen.

I don’t even want to say that I popped a boner looking at that cartoon character but in my defense it had been a long time since I got laid.

But Azalea’s curves are even more soft and plush than hers and my tongue wants to slide out on the floor like a howling wolf. Lord, she’s fucking sexy.

“I want you,” I growl in a low, guttural, animal sound that I’ve never heard myself make. It’s all her.

“Do you think it’s a good idea?” she asks, her eyes worried, a little crinkle between her silken brow.

“Hell, no! But I’m not sure that I can stop myself from touching you.” I back away, my hands balling into fists. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you.”

She shakes her head and those damn bouncy, silky curls draw my eye. “I do want you to touch me. I want you to do lots of things to me.”

“Thank god!” I whisper. Then my lips claim hers and she moans low in the back of her throat. I swallow the raspy grunt and then grind my hips into her, my hands locked on her wide hips, pulling her to me.

Her head falls back and my eyes feast on her slender throat. She’s giving me free rein to touch her and I’m not asking again.

My lips skim along the slender, pale column of her throat, my teeth nibbling at her delicate, soft skin.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” I grunt and then swing her up until her legs wrap around my hips. I slam the two of us into the wall and groan when I feel every sexy inch of her slide along my body. Currents of electricity spark off our bodies and I shudder, needing her to want this as much as I do.

I let my fingers walk down her lush curves until I can pull her yoga pants down. Her long legs have me ready to roll over and beg for her.

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