Page 36 of Sapphire

I hold back a groan and busy myself with sketching her. I get myself in the zone, and all I see is her shape. I sketch like mad, like a man possessed. I sketch for a little while then concentrate on her face. She is probably going to think I’m the biggest creeper but what I’m creating will look spectacular.

“Zoe.” My voice surprises her after being so silent.

“Yes?” she whispers.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

She’s surprised by my sudden question. “Of course I do.”

“I want you to touch yourself.”

“What?”

Yeah, I would probably be wearing that same face if someone asked me to do the same as well.

“I want you to bring yourself to orgasm. I need to see your face experiencing pleasure. That’s what I’m trying to capture.” I give her a big smile, waving the near-empty bottle at her face. “Do you need more champagne?”

“I think I’m going to need something stronger than champagne.” She grimaces, but it’s not a no.

“I have tequila in here somewhere.” I jump up and riffle through some of the cupboards … yes. I grab the bottle and hand it to her.

She takes a big gulp of it and winces.

Then it’s my turn. I need it to settle my nerves.

She takes another big gulp, and her cheeks instantly turn pink. She places the bottle on the floor, and I notice her hand snaking down her body towards the cleft of her thighs. She opens her legs a little, then I watch as her fingers sink into her perfect, pink pussy.

I let out a sigh. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.” I watch as her fingers work inside herself. They are slick as they slide between her folds, her wetness echoing through the studio. When my hand comes out and catches her wrist, her eyes widen. I can smell her musky scent already. I move her wrist toward my mouth, and I suck her wetness off her fingers.

“Mateo,” she gasps.

“Keep going.” I move away from her, back to my canvas. I watch as her fingers move back and forth through her slickness, my cock is rock hard.

Her eyes are shut as she finds a rhythm, her breath hitches each time she touches her clit, and I love hearing that sound. She’s panting and moaning, she must be close, so fucking close.

“What the hell is happening here?” Tomas asks from the doorway.

Everything stops.

12

TOMAS

Iwasn’t expecting to see Zoe naked, pleasuring herself, when I got home. My eyes trace over her beautiful body before I say a word. I take her in, especially her tits—they are incredible. I notice a very naked Mateo sketching her, his dick hard as steel. His studio is filled to the brim with sexual tension.

“What the hell is happening here?” I ask from the doorway, and two sets of eyes look at me in shock.

Zoe screams and quickly stops pleasuring herself as she jumps up and grabs her robe off the ground to cover herself up.

“Tomas.” Mateo’s voice is all husky and sexy from how turned on he is.

“It’s not what you think,” Zoe quickly adds.

“What do you think I think is going on?” I ask, tilting my head at Zoe. I’m not upset, I knew Mateo’s intentions. He’s been obsessed with her from the moment he laid eyes on her, and the connection the two of them have had from the start was instant. I’m waiting for the jealousy to hit me, finding my lover with another naked but it’s not there. Huh. That’s not what I thought would happen. I was jealous at the beginning, but that was before I knew her, and now … now I’m jealous that it’s not me she is pleasuring herself for. It’s been a while since I’ve lusted for a woman, I’ve never wanted another since Mateo, and yet here I am yearning for a taste of this exquisite creature.

“I promise I wasn’t trying to seduce your boyfriend,” Zoe stutters out.

Her words stop me in my tracks. How does she know that Mateo is my boyfriend? Did he tell her?

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